Hannibal had come back to his office to find very little amiss. He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but in a city such as this one, it could have been anything, really. In fact, he could have come back to no office at all. Fortunately, it was still there. His name was still on the door, and his things were all in place.
Except for the monkey.
Jack the Monkey, the center of the zombie crisis, Patient Zero, in fact, was gone. His cage was gone as well, all of the food that Hannibal had kept in his small refrigerator for the monkey was also gone. Aside from his notebook, which detailed everything that had gone on, all the experiments from beginning to end, everything was absent. Were it not for his notes, it would be almost as if the monkey had never existed in the first place.
But he couldn't quite be upset about the loss. He hadn't actually thought about the monkey in a good long time. If it had been present, he wasn't sure what he would have done about that. He'd learned long ago that he couldn't cure it of it's strange problem, which defeated the desire to do anything else to it. He'd run every test on it imaginable and some he'd invented at the spur of the moment. So the monkey's absence was not felt but for a very brief moment.
The hospital was, as he expected, still pretty much the same. The clockwork of people getting harmed or sick and being fixed here was still in effect. He was still named the head of diagnostics. Still listed as a possible surgeon. There were other things that Hannibal wanted to devote his time to, but he supposed that he could do those on his own time. Learning more about psychiatry, the soft science, was on top of that list. He'd done minor things since he'd been in the City, but he wanted more. Then there was the forensic anthropology. A science he'd begun to learn from Dr Brennan. He didn't suppose that she was around still, so he'd have to find another avenue for that. Or wait for her to come back, perhaps.
There was nothing pressing on his desk at all, so he sat in his supple leather chair and turned it to face the window. The world outside was bright today. Filled with sun. The temperature was mild, he knew from his walk over. It was, indeed a perfect day. For Hannibal, reliving the events of his ... entertainments with Baba Yaga, the day was made all that much better. He was deep in thought when the knock on his door came. He motioned with his right hand for the knocker to enter, but didn't turn.