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Will Graham woke up to distant chamber music in his house in Wolf Trap, Virginia. Will groaned, knowing that asking Molly for a divorce was akin to asking Jack Crawford to leave him alone, it was never going to happen. The night before had been interesting to say the least, but Will had finally found what he wanted in life, he finally had a chance to be with Hannibal after killing the Red Dragon, but Will blew it by passing out and causing both him and Hannibal to fall off a cliff. “Hannibal’s probably dead” Will thought “and if he’s alive he’s probably back in prison.” Will made his way down the stairs, as he got closer to the source of the music, he recognized it as Primavera from Vivaldi’s Four Seasons played perfectly on his horribly out of tune piano. Will decided to ignore the upbeat baroque concerto, and walked into the kitchen. On the refrigerator there was a note that read:
One of your friends from work showed up last night telling me that you got stabbed in the face by a serial killer. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WILL! I’m taking Wally to school and baseball practice. Enjoy your beauty sleep, Scarface.
-Molly
Will sighed and went over to his liquor cabinet to pour himself a glass of whiskey. He took a bottle of the nastiest, cheapest whiskey he could find, this particular brand was so vile it had been banned from just about every grocery store in the state of Ohio. Will had bought it off the North Korean black market during a period of pure self-loathing, and now he felt like sparing the poor bottle from the shame of having to hold its putrid contents for another five years. The music coming from the piano in the living room stopped, Will thought he heard the sound of quiet footsteps coming into the kitchen. “Good morning beloved,” said a quiet, cultured voice from behind Will “so you’re having a nice tall glass of poor taste and self-destruction for breakfast, I suppose there’s nothing like a glass of horse droppings to get you through a depressing and monotonous day at work.” Will turned around, standing before him was Doctor Hannibal The Cannibal Lecter in the flesh, alive and well. “You’re alive.” Will whispered awestruck. “Tell me Will, did you honestly think that a gunshot wound in my back and a one hundred foot fall into ice cold water would kill me?” Said Hannibal. Will set down the whiskey bottle and pulled Hannibal into a tight hug, the doctor put his arms around Will and kissed him on the cheek.