Clarice Starling, FBI agent on administrative leave, could have sworn she had saw a glimpse of Dr. Hannibal “The Cannibal” Lecter as she stepped out of the grocery store. But she shrugged it off, figuring she was just seeing things. As she turned her key in the lock of her vehicle, she glanced up and saw three or four dark haired men shove a smaller man into a large van and she caught her breath in her throat. Lecter. As she reached to her gun at her hip to pull it out, everything went white. She had thought that she passed out or something but blinding light poured into her vision and she found herself lying face down against a carpet floor. What that hell, she thought and rose to her feet. She didn’t know where she was, and she was about to ask some serious questions but there wasn’t anyone around. Groaning in frustration, she walked up to a fairly long desk what she took as the front desk and dinged the small bell two times.