Clarice's day had been tough. She'd seen too many things, she'd dealt with way too many sexist assholes, and the case she was assigned to wasn't much easier. It was a sensitive one for her, because the victims were still teenagers, some even kids... It reminded her of the last time she'd seen her siblings, both the older and the younger ones. It also reminded Starling of the lambs.

Clarice could've gotten herself a in a bar, drinking some cold beers, and simply use the drinking to relax. She didn't, however, and went straight home, to the duplex she shared with her best friend, Ardelia Mapp. Once there, Starling's mind told her the best she could do was get herself some sleep. She would find herself unable to sleep, though. The nightmares did an efficient work in waking her up, afraid, and unable to actually fall asleep.

So what Starling did, instead, was getting up from the bed, grabbing her blue blanket and the laundry basket, before she headed to the laundry room. If she couldn't sleep, she could be productive, right? Besides... She wasn't a kid. She wouldn't just wake her friend up to tell her about her nightmares.

So instead, she did her best to not make much noise as she put the washing machine to work, then she put the clean clothes in the dryer, next to the washing machine. She waited there, leaning against the now empty washing machine. When it was done, she grabbed her blanket, but she was not hurried to take out everything else or fold any clothes. She simply stayed there, leaning her back against the washing machine and holding her blanket, warm and soft, on her hands, close to her face. She took a deep breath, sighing softly afterwards. She'd learned not to depend on anyone for most of things, even things like conforting her. She and her blanket would do.