After waking up in some dark, cold back alley, Hannibal hadn't immediately come back to the room. First, he'd gone to class and tried to give himself a concussion. After that, he finally did trudge back to his room, already pulling off the dark clothes he'd been wearing and wondering if he'd get sick if he drank all his mouthwash ( Read more... )

Hannibal had woken up...on some street corner on the outskirts of Fandom. He was using a bag as a blanket and his back and neck were sore from sleeping against a street pole. The momentary confusion had given way to...unbelievable embarrassment as everything came flooding back ( Read more... )

Hannibal had made his decision. He couldn't be here. He couldn't. It was too hard. His father wasn't his father, someone thought his name was actually Wade and his friends were lying to him ( Read more... )