She's been dreaming again.
Exactly what-- well, it's better not to say. She wouldn't tell you if she were awake, you see.
She'd figure you were better off not knowing.
A ragged gasp, and Clarice Starling bursts out of sleep, sheets kicked into a tangle at the foot of the bed. Her eyes dart to the light at the window-- dawn, or just about.
Okay
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