[ Will doesn't expect to see anyone either. It's been months, perhaps years, since he first spoke over the tablet and he can't recall having seen another physical soul in all that time. Despite the evidence of conversations on his tablet, Will is vacillating between realities.
Ever since he dreamed of Hannibal dying in his arms, a senseless death not one of either of their designs, Will has given up on trying to hold to one reality over the other. It's easier to let them just blur, the physical numbness of the snow a minor inconvenience when set against the ache within his heart and soul.
He keeps seeing shadows of the stag, never the creature itself. A ghost ... a memory, he doesn't have the will to try to figure it out. It's all he can do to keep moving where the stag leads, the animal passing through the door of building 124 just before the lockdown falls across the town.
The door crashes inwards because Will can't be bothered to make a quiet entrance. It closes a little more softly, because he's too exhausted to do more than wrestle it shut.
Exhaling a deep breath, Will let himself sink down to the floor, drawing his knees up to his chest. Off to the side, just out of the corner of his eye, he sees the stag shake it's might antlers, snorting at him. ]
Lay off. I got in here didn't I? One of these nights, I'm going to stop and stay outside, but it doesn't appear I'm due the luxury tonight, you eternal nag. [ He said, voice conversational and no doubt clear enough to carry through the house. ]
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Ever since he dreamed of Hannibal dying in his arms, a senseless death not one of either of their designs, Will has given up on trying to hold to one reality over the other. It's easier to let them just blur, the physical numbness of the snow a minor inconvenience when set against the ache within his heart and soul.
He keeps seeing shadows of the stag, never the creature itself. A ghost ... a memory, he doesn't have the will to try to figure it out. It's all he can do to keep moving where the stag leads, the animal passing through the door of building 124 just before the lockdown falls across the town.
The door crashes inwards because Will can't be bothered to make a quiet entrance. It closes a little more softly, because he's too exhausted to do more than wrestle it shut.
Exhaling a deep breath, Will let himself sink down to the floor, drawing his knees up to his chest. Off to the side, just out of the corner of his eye, he sees the stag shake it's might antlers, snorting at him. ]
Lay off. I got in here didn't I? One of these nights, I'm going to stop and stay outside, but it doesn't appear I'm due the luxury tonight, you eternal nag. [ He said, voice conversational and no doubt clear enough to carry through the house. ]