{A year had passed since Buffalo Bill had been caught and killed, in self defense, and Catherine Martin had been saved. Clarice had spent that time holing up in the basement of the Behavioral Sciences subdivision, rarely leaving, usually to avoid the press or memories of the case.

Unfortunately for Clarice, Senator Ruth Martin, Catherine's mother, had taken an important position, and had assigned her to the VICAP task force. Now, Clarice had to go back to being a field agent.

Clarice was near an old abandoned cabin in the middle of the forest. The cabin looked like it had suffered a fire, and dust covered it. She knew there was someone inside—someone dangerous—, so she tried to keep her composure, and be calm.

"—Is anyone at home?... I'm the special agent Clarice Starling. I have not come to hurt you."

She shouted, in case there was any victim instead of a perpetrator. Clarice remained stoic, but in a friendly way. She knew that she should leave intimidation and violence as a last resort. Still, Clarice made sure she had her pistol in its holster, and took a slow step near the cabin to test the waters somehow.