Post-Novel; Hannibal sends Clarice to find, seduce, and kill Will Graham. (This was written at request).
A world away from time, she watched the slate grey dawn fall through dirty blinds. The figure on the bed hadn't moved since before she'd gone to shower, to wash away red fingerprints, the memory of unconsummated fumblings.
Dressing quickly in circumspect clothing, she stepped out of the trailer, into sea-scented air, glanced back once at the figure in the winding sheet, then shut the door.
In her car, she played Paganini, drew from her new memory turrets the map to Charleston International, and paused to listen to that voice, lingering among the arches, which would soon welcome her home.