"Will's gift of perception is clouded when it comes to those he cares deeply about," Hannibal replies. He slides the omelet off the pan and onto a plate. "And he did not have complete information. I have my own Will Graham waiting for me back home."

He looks up from the plate he's dressing, having drizzled a parmesan sauce over the whole thing. "I'm sure I will find my own to be superior, but I must admit my curiosity over his circumstances here."

He pours a mug of black coffee for Malcolm, into his 'warden' mug, then garnishes the omelet and sets it on the counter, where tableware has already been set. "When you hallucinate, is it generally a full sensory experience?"