Adele walked into Hannibal's office and walked around, examining every detail. This was years in the past for her and some things were different; she expected that. The office lacked certain artwork that Dr. Lecter had yet to acquire and other small differences. The meticulous attention to detail and cleanliness was there. One would never find a speck of dust in his office. She felt certain Hannibal knew she was there and would not want her to knock. He could be with a patient. And his senses were sharp enough that he would have heard her delicate footsteps or smelled her lightly applied perfume. Nothing got past him. She took a seat in a chair near the door and waited for it to open. There was so much to talk about after she had found herself in 2015.