LECTER (Voiceover): My dear Will:
You must be healed by now.

On the outside, at least.

I hope you're not too ugly.

What a collection of scars
you have!

Never forget
who gave you the best of them.

And be grateful.

Our scars have the power
to remind us the past was real.

We live in a primitive time,
don't we, Will?

Neither savage nor wise.

Half measures
are the curse of it.

A rational society would either
kill me or put me to some use.

Do you dream much, Will?
I think of you often.

Your old friend,
Hannibal Lecter.

(Dramatic instrumental music)