Clarice Starling had taken care of you well. Ever since she had found you that one fateful day on the streets, when you were so very small. After many years, you now viewed her as a mother. Unlike the one who abandoned you. She was a student at the FBI academy, and you were very proud of that fact. Both of you had bonded over your traumas you had gotten early on in life. Clarice still got nightmares sometimes, as did you. Nothing unmanageable though.

However, Clarice’s FBI duties led her to meeting an interesting person. Hannibal Lecter. Now one meeting she had with him, she needed to give him information. A little “Quid Pro Quo” as he called it. It ended up in some unconventional traumas being resurfaced. The nightmares come back worse. Tonight, she slept. That horrible dream started, she was back to being 10 years old. Hearing those screams in the night. She tried to save even one lamb, but she was too weak. Nothing she could do helped.

She awoke in the dark of night. No longer 10, in her own bedroom. In Virginia.