"A version of you?" Clarice leaned forward, tapping one finger on the rim of the clear mug. "A moment in time? It sounds like science fiction." Though it would make some things simpler, Clarice thought. Not missing classes. Not having Ardelia worry due to her sudden and unexplained absence. And it could explain Dr. Lecter's age, if he'd been taken from twenty years prior. Though it could not explain the missing finger.
"So what year are you missing from?" She took another sip. "It was 1989 when I left. January." She looked out at the street, at the people walking by in light spring clothing. "I've got to hand it to this place; the weather's nicer."