It was dawn when Ex-Special Agent Starling started running. She took her favourite route in Virginia State Park. Clarice liked running. It made her feel free. The wind in her face, her feet thudding her ground. She was breathless, but she kept going.

She needed to clear her head, again.

The sun was beginning to come up. The only sounds around Clarice were birds chirping in the trees and the leaves rustling under her feet. She thought about her visitor, who was currently laying asleep on her couch. She thought about their conversation and his revelations. She would honestly rather dig up a body than profess anything to anyone.

Clarice Starling was a warrior woman. Strong and tough, but cowered away from the sight of love. That's what she was doing now. When she was younger and wanted to escape, she hid in her room and would sit there for hours on end. Now, she ran. It cleared her head of crap and let her think about what was really bothering her. She had to decide what she was going to do. A decision that would change her life forever. She couldn't call Ardelia because she was the one who put her in this mess and she was mad at her. Clarice was doing perfectly fine on her own.

Of course, this wasn't true. Her drinking, which had begun as no cause for concern, was now a big problem. She wasn't eating or sleeping. Clarice's mind was a black hole. It kept sucking her in deeper and deeper until she surrendered to it. It fed on whiskey and her tears. It could not be sated. And she blamed it all on him. Her visitor. The man sleeping on her couch.

The intelligent, intriguing and fascinating Dr. Hannibal Lecter M.D.

A/N: Hey guys! Sooo... a bit out of my league here. It's short, but it's just to give you an idea of what I'm thinking. If you want me to continue, please reveiw/PM me and let me know!

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