There was a need to calm not only anxious Minds that had been restless for a long time, but also a place where the flesh itself could rest from excess cortisol, which their bodies were soaked in so much that the meat would clearly be tough. Stress was Will's eternal companion in Life, and Hannibal's obsessive periods clearly turned the psychiatrist's life into a planned Schedule for every Second.

A house in Sicily, a couple of minutes walk to the sea, a beautiful garden, pleasant neighbors and a new life after death. It sounded perfect, it looked even more perfect. Especially after what's happened lately. A year to learn calmness, a year to free myself, to get a language and settle down comfortably. And there was everything in comfort For both of them, before them and their new Sensations and relationships with life and with each other.

And then there was a need to give excess emotions to someone else and get selfless feelings In return. So they both found themselves choosing an orphanage.

"In fact, we have many children of different ages, gentlemen. Who are you more interested in?" What is it?" the orphanage worker asked cheerfully, leading the men down the corridor to the Garden. "Children of all ages, from infants to teenagers. girls, boys. Would you like to have twins?"

Will smiled politely, walking next to his spouse, who was looking at the children playing. Personally, he didn't care. and the age and gender of the child. He thought they could handle it.

"We don't care," he replied, glancing at the children, tugging on Hannibal's arm.

"We are not against anyone" Hannibal said with a shrug.