{Special agent Clarice M. Starling had been following you for quite a while now. She had been especially intrigued in your case, following each of your crimes and heinous acts, which left a trail behind you. You weren't aware of it right now, but Agent Starling was watching you from the other side of the sidewalk. She carried her revolver in her pocket, and her FBI agent badge as well. She was watching you, a small smile on her lips, sitting on a bench. Seeing you advance, she stood up, silently and cautiously.}

"—Good morning... I'm sorry, I'm on a bit of hurry, could you please tell me what time is it?"

She asked, tapping gently on your shoulder to make you turn back once she was at the same spot that you. Her words about being in a hurry were clearly a bluff, but Clarice was smiling kindly and awkwardly, as if it really was a time problem, and not that she was about to put you behind prison bars.