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Alana Bloom takes a long time to screw up her courage. She tells herself that she's only leaving a note--just an inquiry, really--and eventually gathers her wits and figures out what she wants to say.

To whom it may concern,

My name is Alana Bloom, and I have frequently suffered harassment at the hands of one Dr. Hannibal Lecter. He is from my world and often tortures me about events from there that occur in his timeline--specifically my future. Does this count as outside business?

I appreciate any advice you care to impart on this matter. Thank you for your kind attention and quick response.

Dr. Alana Bloom

After she drops the note off at the bar, Alana takes a seat there. Bar offers her a latte, and she sips at it gratefully while waiting for someone from Security to respond, her knee jiggling.

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He shrugs and gives her a small, shy smile.

"I'm okay I guess."
And then, after a brief hesitation, "Is something wrong?"

Alana forces her shoulders to straighten. "No. I'm just waiting on a member of Security to answer an inquiry for me."

"Oh. Okay," he says, hovering (towering) next to her.

"Ehm - Do you want company?"

Alana offers him a small smile. "I wouldn't mind a distraction. Still haven't recovered your memories, huh?"

He sits down next to her and shakes his head.

"No. And I'm beginning to wonder ..."
He trails off.

"Beginning to wonder what?" Alana says, gently coaxing.

"That perhaps - perhaps I am better off not getting them back."

Alana tilts her head. "Why would you think that?"

"Because I was a really horrible person?" he says with a small nose wrinkle.

"And - ehm - I've met someone."

Alana shakes her head. "I didn't think you were horrible. Then again, I didn't know you that well. Who did you meet?"

"Trust me," he says, with wide, earnest eyes. "I was. I met Pam here and she told me about - well, me."

A pause.

"It's thus girl. Sookie?"

"I see," Alana says, sipping her latte. "Tell me about her. What makes Sookie worth losing your memories for?"

"She's just - when look at her, I want to make her happy. Make her smile."

He looks away. Embarrassed.

"And you think losing your memories will help with that?" Alana says, not unkindly. "What about Pam?"

"I think she likes this me better," he says before adding, a little defensively,"Have you met Pam? She is scary."

"I haven't met Pam, no. So," Alana says, furrowing her brow. "You're willing to alter a fundamental part of who you are for Sookie?"

"People can change, can't they?"
He looks down at his hands.

"Pam showed me where I - I guess I don't live there, but where I work? And there was this basement ..."
He trails off.

"People can change, if there's enough impetus," Alana says, not adding that it's very unlikely for people to truly change. That's implied. "What was in the basement, Eric? If you want to talk about it, of course."

He squirms.

"I - did things to people there. Like -"
He leans closer.
"Painful things. And ehm ..."

"Oh," Alana says, holding her breath. "Well. You don't plan to continue that, right?"

"Thatd why I'm thinking that maybe it's better not knowing what I used to know. Because I don't want to do things like that now."

"Well, if you keep your memories of this time after you regain your old memories, you can change," Alana says, lacing her fingers together in her lap. "You're not bound to be the same person."

"But can't it be something in my past that makes me want to do those things?"

He looks at her with wide, trusting eyes.

Alana crosses her legs, shifting a little. "I don't know, Eric," she says, shaking her head. "It's entirely possible. Your past has shaped you into the person you are now. You have forgotten your instincts. It's possible that, if you regain your memories, you'll want to return to hurting others."

He looks down.
"I've hurt Sookie before. I don't want to do that again. But then I have friends here who says they liked the old me."
Liked him better.