Things (Open)
The shift was over, so it seemed. People were calmed. The hospital was less busy now. House was missing. He had very little to keep him tied to the hospital. It seemed like the burden of the diagnostic wing was placed on his shoulders, but there wasn't nearly as much work to be done as House had made it seem. Apparently, all the talk of paperwork and response letters was bogus. The things that Hannibal found on the desk that had previously belonged to the good doctor amounted to maybe an hour or two a day. If that.
He didn't get steady cases in, either. One a week at most. Some weeks, nothing.
So with the lack of everything, Hannibal found himself with free time he wasn't at all accustomed to.
River had shows, and practice to keep her busy. There was no way that he could go to everything. Some of the events, he wasn't allowed in to. Like dress rehearsals.
The park had him bored after not too long. Nothing exciting ever happened.
So today, today Hannibal headed down to the docks. The waterfront. Perhaps today he would find something new. Somebody new.