Abigail watched Will Graham from the window of her room. He was a strange human, almost alien; her human friends and her mom had been completely normal and she had blended in seamlessly with them. Will stood out amongst his own kind.
Glancing over at Dr Lecter, who was watching her keenly, she asked, “He’s all human, isn’t he?”
“Yes.” His head tipped slightly to the side. “Why do you ask?”
She looked back out the window. “He’s not like them.”
He was trying to get cellphone reception, standing by the front steps of the hospital as he extended his arm slightly with the device in hand; she sense Dr Lecter coming to stand beside her, watching what was transpiring as well.
“He offered to call me when he arrived,” Lecter supplied and she knew she wasn’t imagining the amusement in his voice, though she didn’t turn to confirm it.
“You should probably go to him,” she finally replied as she watched Graham’s actions take on an edge of franticness.
“I shall be back shortly,” Lecter agreed, taking a step back from her.