[Alana turns away from Abigail and leans on her desk.]
[Hannibal was the man on the phone. He attacked Alana, covered up a murder. Those two things alone weigh so much heavier on her than knowing what he did to people here. She believed him to be a respected colleague, a close friend. Someone that she could rely on and trust with anything. That's why she gave the recommendation for Will to be under his care. Because she cared about Will and though she couldn't put herself in that position to watch over him in the way he needed to be, she thought she could trust Hannibal to do just that, professional agreements aside.]
[He lied about the call. He lied about Nick Boyle. There's one last piece of truth still left buried though Alana knows what it is without having to look it in the eyes.]
[Alana's knees start to buckle and she falls heavily into her chair again. She closes her eyes, resting her forehead on clasped hands a moment. Winston trots over and sticks his head in her lap and stays there for a few seconds before anxiously moving back to Abigail. Eventually, she opens them and looks up, but she doesn't look anywhere near Abigail, keeping her back to her.]
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[Hannibal was the man on the phone. He attacked Alana, covered up a murder. Those two things alone weigh so much heavier on her than knowing what he did to people here. She believed him to be a respected colleague, a close friend. Someone that she could rely on and trust with anything. That's why she gave the recommendation for Will to be under his care. Because she cared about Will and though she couldn't put herself in that position to watch over him in the way he needed to be, she thought she could trust Hannibal to do just that, professional agreements aside.]
[He lied about the call. He lied about Nick Boyle. There's one last piece of truth still left buried though Alana knows what it is without having to look it in the eyes.]
[Alana's knees start to buckle and she falls heavily into her chair again. She closes her eyes, resting her forehead on clasped hands a moment. Winston trots over and sticks his head in her lap and stays there for a few seconds before anxiously moving back to Abigail. Eventually, she opens them and looks up, but she doesn't look anywhere near Abigail, keeping her back to her.]
Who killed you, Abigail?