"You can never be certain in this place. You might just have your job back the way it was when you left it. Or you may find yourself working for the newspaper instead of online."
Hannibal had experienced such weirdness himself. After all, he'd never been Head of Diagnostics in his books. He had never been the apprentice of a woman who was teaching him Forensic Anthropology. Here, those were two things that he had under his belt.
"All I can do is urge you to explore the City." He scrawled a few notes about the prescriptions on Maggie's chart and then paused. He looked at the woman. She had seemed momentarily freaked out about who he was, but appeared to be comfortable with him again.
"Ms Garcia, I can note in your chart that I should be the only doctor dealing with you, if you would like to keep others out of the knowledge of your issues and to assure that nobody else comes into contact with your blood who might not be as careful as you wish. This, of course, hinges on you being content with that in light of what you have learned."