Simon: It was a dark October night. The house was closing in upon me. I could hear from my cage as the murder was happening. I closed in on my suspect, using only my keen, canine senses.
My time had come. On this October night. Blood soaked everything. I could practically hear the sizzle as the flesh cooked from his latest victim. Would I be saved?
Ethan: Simon? Simon? What are you doing? Are you ok?
Simon: Hey dad. Can I help make hamburgers? I’m hungry.
Ethan: I don’t think I should let you watch Hannibal anymore…