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"We're losing her, Hannibal," Alana says, puckering her lips slightly as she crosses the threshold out of Abigail's institution. "And to Freddie Lounds of all people! I can't believe she has pushed the girl to outline the entire book already."

After crossing the parking lot to Dr. Lecter's Bentley in relative silence, she turns to her friend and colleague. "How are you?" she says, tone genuinely concerned but words laced with a frustrated sigh.

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Hannibal is silent for quite a while, as if not knowing what to say.

"This is so much worse than I feared," he says, gravely, as he deftly manoeuvres the Bentley into an empty slot right in front of the Italian café he was talking about.

Alana drops her hands into her lap. "You didn't see..." she starts, and then trails off as she unbuckles her seatbelt.

"Well, I trust you," she says, opening her door to exit the car. "As his doctor, and his friend."

Frowning, she shields her eyes from the sun. "But... Please help Will, Hannibal," she says softly. "Don't let him break."

"He did not tell me about that incident," Hannibal says. "I know he hears and sees things, but talking to thin air? That is worse than I knew."

He has walked around the car, can closes her door as she stands there, squinting in the light.

Alana turns to him, folding her arms as she plants her feet. "Do you think we can convince him how dire the situation is?"

"I will do my best to help him," Hannibal says. "Come," he adds. "Coffee."

Alana hesitates, and then nods, with a watery smile. "Please," she says, to both statements. "And thank you."

"Thank you, for telling me how bad it really is," Hannibal says, holding the door of the café for her.

"Of course," she says, surprise stopping her before she crosses the threshold. "Let me know if there's anything else I can do. As his friend."

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