"This is my design." It all disappears. Will Graham returns to the middle of the room, right in front of me. He slowly opens his eyes, and now notices me. He looks at me, examines me, as if I wasn't already looking at him. "Why have you been sitting here as if it were a normal day?" "Well I have been alone all day and thought I might take a break from all that has been happening recently, sorta." "Alone? You have not been alone. This is a crime scene, police don't like to keep their nose out of things like this." "What?!" I stand up quickly and now I see them, fed's, cop's, and lots of people I don't know the names of, everywhere! There is blood as well, covering the wall where Will was in his deduction process, on the floors,and all over places it could not have just possibly reached from the death of that woman. Wait, this is all real, Will Graham and Hannibal Lector both became real as well. Who was the woman that was killed? Why was she going into my house?
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FanfictionAs a teenager, Caroline is going through quite a stressful time in her life. As a girl with a few health issues this makes it a little harder. As a fangirl, her day is quite emotional as well. What happens when these things turn out to be much bette...
