The Universe's Mixer

It hadn't taken a lot of self convincing for Hannibal to walk into the movie theater that had the marquee that blazed his name in black letters against bright backlit white. He'd read all the books they had about him, it seemed only natural that he would go see the movie adaptations of them. Besides that, he wanted to discover who this Anthony Hopkins was that everybody kept bringing up. At least then he wouldn't be ignorant of the situation.

He was somewhat unhappy when he walked out of the theater. Anthony Hopkins had been a good choice to pick as an older him. A very believable actor. Very intelligent. Hannibal could see him being very similar to the portrayal when he grew older.

No. The thing that was nagging at him was the changed ending. That wasn't at all how it had gone in the book. Not by a long shot. He could have seen the way things happened in the book. Having Clarice Starling at his side at long last. Living with her in peace and quiet. Never being disturbed by anything again.

But this?

What they had done here, in this movie?

Hannibal shook his head. "That's absolutely absurd." He said to the sign as he looked up at it. "There is absolutely no way I would cut off my own hand to escape the police. Absolutely not."

He found him very disappointed by the portrayal. Though, he had to admit, feeding the child Krendler's brains at the end was very amusing.

There had to be a different version of this ending. There had to be. Because he refused this one.

Kaylee was excited. There was no getting around the fact that she had been runnin around the corridors, jumping up and down the steps, and making all sorts of noise while inside her bunk. Mal had to have noticed, perhaps Wash had too, but Kaylee didn't mind. She was so happy to just be goin' out on a real date. Sure, this had been a terrible place at first. She almost died, or was dead, or whatever. Simon was not her Simon so they weren't together. And Serenity was stuck on the ground. But now, now she was renewed. She'd fixed an engine, and got asked out by a really really really pretty guy. She had to stop thinking about Simon, Mal had told her the truth and she'd been heartbroken too long. Now she was gleefully fixing her hair and her face and making sure not one speck of dirt hit the nice shirt and pants she was wearing.

( She could hardly contain herself. )