He still has nightmares.

Quieter, perhaps, and less violent. But they're there.

Morning.

Real, honest morning.

Hannibal is still asleep, but with considerably more calm to him. Restless but not violently so.

Hannibal can't sleep.

Well, that's normal.

At the moment, though, he's dealing with this fact in a novel fashion: Villiers.

It's four AM. He picks the lock near-silently, grins to himself, and slips inside.