You were young and lived with Clarice Starling. You had been a child/teen that had been found at a crime scene. Every family member of yours? Dead. She had felt sorry for you and taken you in. At first it had been hard, but now you saw her as a motherly figure in your life.

One day you were at your house. Waiting for her to come home. She soon walked through the front door seemingly exhausted. You went and greeted her.