"Captured--" Baffled, Will stares back at Clarice and shakes his head. "I didn't capture Hannibal. Nobody captured him, he turned himself in right outside my house. Ask Jack," he adds, gesturing widely with one hand, as though Jack Crawford were just a couple hours' driving distance away from them, rather than locked away from them both in a completely different reality, "he was there when it happened."

Nobody is going to ask Jack anything, obviously. Jack isn't here. Will chafes a hand along his jawline, then squints at Clarice again. "...Eighty-three, really?"