Hannibal climbed the stairs and walked into the room he used on occasion as a crash pad above Mr. Lee's laundry when the heat was on with Colonel Decker was chasing them. He was too tired to head to his apartment because it had been a long three sleepless days on a stakeout mission and working nonstop on his latest monster film role before that, so he was utterly exhausted after the team put another drug dealer out of business. So, Hannibal was looking forward to a well-earned long and relaxing weekend with Dr. Maggie Sullivan at her house after getting a couple of hours of sleep so he could drive to Bad Rock without passing out from exhaustion. But as he picked up the phone to call her, Hannibal heard the creak of the wooden floorboards behind him, and as he turned around to investigate, the former special forces colonel felt something hit the back of his head, and the next thing he knew he was waking up with one hell of a headache inside an all-white hospital room.
With his eyes refusing the focus correctly, Hannibal blinked a few times while shaking his head and wondering where exactly he was, Hannibal glanced over at the window at the early morning sunlight streaming through the blinds. Since nothing outside the window answered his questions, Hannibal tried to get up but found his arms and legs attached to the bedrails in padded leather cuffs that needed keys to open. So, he laid back down in utter confusion wondering why in the world he was strapped down, where he was and what exactly had happened to him. Still confused and trying to figure things out, Hannibal glanced to his right and saw his beloved Maggie Sullivan asleep in the chair beside his hospital bed with her head nestled in the crook of her arm next to his shoulder.
And Maggie sitting beside his bed only added to his confusion, so Hannibal glanced down at his right wrist to get a closer look at the cuff and noticed the IV line attached to the back of his hand and followed the line with his eyes to the bag hanging on the stand beside his bed. Since he eyes were still refusing to focus properly with the images around him fuzzy like a camera lens out of alignment bit and to go with his vision, Hannibal didn't understand why he felt so strange with his mind and reactions slowed to a crawl.
Why am I strapped to the bed and why is Maggie here with me, he thought? Hannibal tried to find his voice as he became more aware of his surroundings, but his mouth was dry and throat sore, and after swallowing a couple of time, Hannibal croaked out a whisper. "Maggie?"
When Hannibal didn't get a response, he tried again by calling her name because he needed to know why he restained to a hospital bed. "Maggie?" Hannibal whispered as he shook his hand in the cuff near her head, causing a high-pitched scraping noise as it slid down the metal rail.
And that sound Maggie slowly out of her slumber and as she, so she blinked and woke up, she looked over and saw Hannibal's brilliant blue eyes open and watching her every move and being a doctor her first reaction was to grab his wrist.
"Hi ya, Maggie. Why is that the first thing you doctors do when I wake, take my pulse? What're you doing here and what am I doing here? Is there any water around here, honey?" Hannibal whispered.
"Sure, Hannibal and yes it's always the first thing to make sure you're stable, big guy," Maggie replied as she poured a glass of water and held the straw in the glass to his lips with one hand while supporting his head with the other. Once he nodded, she removed the straw and placed the glass on the nightstand with one hand while lowering his head to the pillow with the other. "Maggie, what's going on? Where am I? Why am I in the hospital strapped to this bed and what are you doing here for crying out loud?" Hannibal asked.
Maggie really didn't know what to say to him as she gauged his reactions while stroking the back of his hand near the IV line and wondered about his confusion. "Hannibal, why didn't you tell me about your problems? Why didn't you tell me that you were having nightmares again? Why did you try to kill yourself? I would have listened and met you wherever you needed me to; you know that."
Hannibal looked up her in bewilderment. "Huh. Maggie honey, what ARE you talking about? What in the world gives you the idea that I tried to commit suicide?
"Hannibal, the police found you in a sleazy cheap motel room. They received an anonymous tip about a suicidal Vietnam veteran and when they found you were already unconscious and barely breathing. Your stomach was full of prescription sleeping pills with the empty bottle beside you with your name on it, along with an empty bottle of Jack Daniels with it. The hospital staff pumped your stomach once you arrived in emergency, but you'd already absorbed most of the potent drug into your system and combined with the alcohol, you stopped breathing several times, so they put a tube down your throat to help you breathe and keep you alive. You spent two days on a ventilator." Maggie told him.
"That's why my throat is so sore," Hannibal asked.
"That's right. The police found a suicide note on the table in your motel room, and it stated you couldn't live anymore with the nightmares of the men dying under your command in Vietnam. It also went into great detail about how you wanted to die because of the flashbacks from the POW camp with your current problems with the Army added on top on it and mentioned how guilty you felt about getting the team into all of this trouble." Maggie said with tears streaming down her face. "Hannibal, You know I would've listened to you. I was in Vietnam, and you helped me with my problems with the war, so why won't you let me in and help you with yours. That's why the doctor has you restained, so you can't try again since you didn't pull it off the first time. They're not going to let you go until you face your problems."
Hannibal snorted, "Face my problems. I'm a wanted man and a fugitive, Maggie. At least I used to be before I wound up here. I asked for help once at Ft. Bragg, and it was thrown right back in my face as Lynch told me that I was faking to get out of the trial. How am I supposed to face my problems?" Hannibal saw the tears as well as the naked anguish on her face and ceased being flippant about the entire situation. He wanted to hug her, kiss her, dry her tears and comfort her to show her that everything was going to be all right, but he couldn't get out of the bed because of the damned restraints.
"Maggie, honey," Hannibal whispered. "Please believe me when I tell you, I didn't try to kill myself. I don't have nor have I ever had a prescription for sleeping pills. I have no idea how this happened." Hannibal looked at her, trying to convince her with his eyes when a thought occurred to him. "Does the team know I'm here and why?"
"Yeah, Hannibal they know. They called me when they saw it on the news, and the police identified the veteran as you. They are as upset as I am and kicking themselves because they didn't see it coming, probably even more so since you mean so much to them. You're a father, friend, and mentor to all three of them." Maggie stated.
"See what coming? Maggie, I didn't try to kill myself. I really didn't. I won't tell you that I haven't had any flashbacks from 'Nam lately because I have and they've been painful ones. I can't tell you why I'm having them because I don't even know myself. It could've been the mission we just returned from recently in the jungles of South America. I haven't had a terrible one in several years. It usually takes some current event to trip one, so maybe the new ones were started by the jungle setting and the stress I'm under all the time. They started up again in the last couple of weeks, and that's the only reason I can come up with, you told me yourself my blood pressure's been rising, and that I can't keep surviving on the adrenaline rush for the rest of my life to keep the dreams at bay. My appetite's been off lately, so I haven't eaten much lately, just like at Ft. Bragg and afterward, so I know you noticed I was losing weight since you mentioned it the last time I saw you. But I can tell you with certainty I'm by no means suicidal. I haven't even had any thoughts in that direction since I was locked up at Bragg with no way out, so can you take these stupid restraints off now?" Hannibal told her.
Even though she wanted to believe him as she looked him in the eyes, Maggie wasn't entirely convinced because she knew Hannibal was an outstanding actor and could hide his pain from most people, especially her. "No Hannibal, I'm not convinced as to your sincerity, so I can't. Not yet."
Knowing his beloved was extremely distraught by the whole ordeal from the sound of her voice and believed he wanted to commit suicide, so Hannibal tried to reassure her with only the tone of his voice. "Maggie honey, I'm okay. Really, I am. I thought you knew me better than that. You know suicide is not an option for me if I'm in my right mind. I'm a survivor, and you know that I don't know how to give up."
"Hannibal, how can I really be sure? They call it survivor's guilt, honey. You put yourself in harms way all the time, and I know you'd step in front of a bullet to save someone else. And most physiatrists would call that a death wish since your subconscious is trying to get yourself killed to end your pain, so you don't have to do it yourself or let your friends feel the guilt at their inability to stop you. So, when that didn't work after the years of trying, your mind finally decided to take yourself out permanently to end the pain. You could be trying to convince me to turn you loose so you can try again in secret. You know you just admitted to me you started having nightmares again and the guys noticed you haven't been sleeping. As well as being short-tempered, snapping at them and going off in vulgar tirades, like you did at Ft. Bragg which so unlike you when you're stable. Just now you told me you were suicidal at Ft. Bragg." Maggie explained to him.
"I know that Maggie, and I regret cursing at them and biting their heads off, and you are right, I was like that at Ft. Bragg, but I had to get them to stop arguing with each other, especially BA and Murdock because all three of them refused to listen to me. But that isn't going to convince you I'm telling the truth. The last thing I remember before everything went black was going upstairs to Mr. Lee's to check on a couple of things and take a short nap so I wouldn't fall asleep driving to your house and die in a car accident. I just picked up the phone to call you when I heard the floor creak behind me, but before I could turn around I got hit on the back of the head, and the lights went out, so the next thing I know I'm in the hospital and you know how much I hate hospitals. " Hannibal stated.
Maggie continued to stare at Hannibal wanting to convince herself he was telling her the truth because Hannibal had never lied to her in the past, but he was a terrific actor and could hide his pain, both physically and mentally extremely well when he put his stubborn mind to it. "You were hit on the back of the head, Hannibal?" She asked.
"Yeah. I have one hell of a headache to go along with the back of my is really sore. I noticed it when you gave me the drink of water."
Maggie got up from the chair since she wanted to believe him and probed the back of Hannibal's head with her fingertips, so when he flinched as she ran her hand over the sore spot, she lifted his heavy head and saw a deep, blood-encrusted cut. "Hannibal, you have a lump on the back of your head the size of an egg and bloody cut to go along with it. I wonder how the doctors missed that because the only way to get that egg on your head is to get hit with something. The doctors told me the police found you on the bed in the motel room, not on the floor as you fell out of the bed after taking the pills while having a convulsion."
"Maggie, now are you convinced? I didn't try to kill myself, but someone obviously tried to kill me and failed, so it's a safe bet they'll try again. If it was on the news I survived, they'd know where to find me and that makes me a sitting duck unable to defend myself strapped to this bed. Let's get out of here, Maggie and sort this mess out somewhere else. Whoever it is could also be after the team and with them worried about me, they might not be paying attention to what's going on around them and therefore be sitting ducks themselves." Hannibal stated.
After finding the knot the size of a goose egg, Maggie was already in the process of removing the straps from Hannibal's wrists since he had partially convinced her. "So, what now Hannibal? You've already been through one hell of an ordeal, and I bet you can't even stand up right now. You stopped breathing several times and almost died, remember."
"Yeah, so you keep telling me. We'll cross that bridge when we come to it, Maggie." Hannibal said looking at her. "Can you take this IV out and cut me loose from this stupid pole?"
Nodding, Maggie pulled out the cannula and placed a bandage on the small puncture to stop the bleeding, but she was concerned because Hannibal was weak from the medication forced down his throat and now she discovered he had a concussion on top of everything else, so he needed to rest.
As his mind finally caught up with something Maggie stated a few minutes earlier, "You said it was on the news, so the Army knows I'm here."
"Yeah, Hannibal they do. You were wearing your dog tags, don't you remember? I've even commented about you wearing them since you take them off when we go to bed, so the hospital called the Army to get your medical records when you arrived in the emergency room. Colonel Decker left a guard on duty outside the door to make sure you stayed put." Maggie said as she went to the door and peeked out, "but he's not here right now. He probably went to the bathroom or something since you're tied down to the bed. The doctors told Colonel Decker you wouldn't be released into his custody until you completely recovered from the drugs in your system, they did a complete psychiatric workup on you and forced you to talk to a doctor about what's bothering you. It's standard procedure after a suicide attempt, Hannibal." Maggie told him.
"Yeah, I remember I was wearing my dog tags, Maggie. Well, we aren't going to be here long enough for the standard procedure to happen." Hannibal said, his blue eyes flashing with the JAZZ because he had a plan to get out of the hospital. "Maggie, place those straps on my wrists loosely and when the guard comes back to his post just have him come in here and get his attention focused on you. Make sure he stands next to the bed, and I'll take care of the rest."
"Are you sure, Hannibal? You are pretty weak from everything. You almost died." Maggie asked.
"So you keep telling me. Don't worry, Maggie because I know what I'm doing." Hannibal stated.
"Okay. I'm not so sure about that, but I haven't got a better plan." Maggie said as she walked over to the door and listened for a minute. "He's back."
"Good Maggie, just go for it and get his attention away from me," Hannibal said as he closed his eyes, trying to draw on what little reserve of strength he had left and hoped for a hell of an adrenaline boost to help subdue the guard.
Maggie eyed him for a minute out of concern since Hannibal nearly died a few days ago from a potent mix of alcohol and drugs in his system, and he was still weak from the ordeal, but they had little choice. Hannibal had to escape the hospital before someone tried to kill him again because he was a sitting duck while immobilized and strapped to the bed. She returned to Hannibal's bedside and called out. "Guard, could you come in here for a minute?"
Upon hearing her call, the MP guard rushed in thinking that Hannibal Smith was trying to escape or becoming violent after waking up and attempting to kill himself again. But upon his entrance into the room, the scene was one of tranquility with Colonel Smith still sleeping. "What can I do for you, doctor?" He asked while facing Maggie with his back to Hannibal.
Before Maggie could answer, Hannibal, slipped his right arm around his neck in a full nelson chokehold, to which guard struggled violently, but somehow Hannibal managed to hang on until the guard passed out with Hannibal not far behind him during the struggle. But SMith's experience won out, but he was breathing heavily by the end of the struggle. Hannibal started to get out of the bed, but Maggie held up her hand to stop him.
"Hannibal, stay there in the bed and save your strength. I can do this; get your breathing under control first. Maggie told him.
"Alright Maggie, you're the doc." Hannibal gasped while taking deep breaths to slow his ragged breathing, but smiling while watching Maggie struggle to remove the man uniform.
When she had the man undressed, Maggie helped Hannibal put on the uniform while he sat on the bed before she put Hannibal's pajamas on the young soldier. So as Hannibal sat on the bed, lacing up the combat boots, he looked down at Maggie once she finished. "Need some help getting him into the bed, don't ya Maggie?"
"Yeah, I do. Why don't you try standing up, Hannibal?" Maggie said as she took a position beside him to catch him if he started to fall.
So, Hannibal pushed himself into a standing position and swayed as his knees buckled, but Maggie her arm under his shoulders until he regained his balance and once he stopped swaying, Hannibal looked over at Maggie. "Thanks Maggie, I'll be all right, now I think. Why don't you get his feet and I'll get his shoulders," after a minute of struggling with the limp form they maneuvered him onto the bed and under the blankets so no one could see his face. By the end of the task, Hannibal was breathing heavily again and sweating profusely from the exertion, and his weak appearance concerned Maggie, knowing he should really be in bed and asleep. "Hannibal, do you feel okay?"
"Maggie, no not really, but I'll feel better once we're out of here and safe," Hannibal said, wiping his face with a towel with one hand and steadying himself against the bed with the other. When he got his breathing under control, he took a peek out the door and seeing no one around he walked out of the door, striding with a purpose down the hall with Maggie close on his heels. When the couple entered the elevator, and the end of the hall and the doors closed, Hannibal leaned against the wall for support and Maggie went to his side. "Hang in there, Hannibal. We'll get out of here in just a few minutes."
Hannibal looked over at him and smiled weakly. "Just a little ways to go to the parking lot, Maggie."
When the doors of the elevator opened Hannibal straightened up as best he could, the picture of an almost perfect soldier and walked towards the front door with Maggie at his side, so once they were outside, Hannibal turned to Maggie. "Where's the Jimmy?"
Maggie pointed in the direction of the parking lot. "This way, Hannibal."
When they were far enough into the parking lot to cover their actions, Maggie put her hand around Hannibal's waist because she was afraid Hannibal might not make it to the car and wanted to catch him before he smashed his head into the pavement. After five minutes of walking, they finally reached the Jimmy at the far end of the parking lot with Hannibal nearly on the verge of collapse, but he managed to croak out while grinning all the while, "Do you think you parked far enough away, Maggie. I was beginning to think you parked this thing in the next county."
Maggie unlocked the passenger side door. "Just get in knuckhead, the lot was full when I got here" she stated as she unlocked the door for him and opened it, so Hannibal grabbed the handle and wearily pulled himself inside, and after closing the door, he closed his eyes to rest for a minute. After Maggie climbed in the drivers' side, she got concerned when she saw his eyes closed. "Hannibal?"
Hannibal opened his eyes quickly and looked at her. "Anything wrong, Maggie?"
"No, I was just worried about you, I thought you might have passed out," Maggie stated.
"No, just resting for a moment. Okay, don't ya think we'd better get out of here before Decker finds out that 'Elvis has left the building," Hannibal snickered.
"Yeah. I do." Maggie said as she started the car and pulled out of the parking lot into traffic. When she got to the stoplight, she looked over at Hannibal. He's totally exhausted, she thought, taking note of the dark shadows under his eyes. "Hannibal, where to? This is your stomping ground, not mine."
"Good question, Maggie. Whoever it tried to kill me knew about Mr. Lee's." Hannibal said, thinking for a minute. "So we can't go there, my apartment or Bad Rock because you were at the hospital with me so that it won't be safe for you either," Hannibal stated as he took note of their location and gave Maggie directions to a warehouse near the port they occasionally used when the heat was on. The team hadn't been there in several months, so Hannibal thought it would be the safest place to get everyone together for a council of war and Maggie was surprised he managed to come up with the plan as tired as he was.
After arriving at the warehouse, Hannibal pulled out the pistol he took off the guard and slowly scouted around the building to make sure no one had set any surprises for him or the team. Once he was satisfied it was safe to enter, he opened the large garage door with his code and Maggie drove her little SUV inside to keep it hidden from anyone looking for them. Even though they were safe inside the building, Hannibal still couldn't rest because he had to wait until the rest of the team arrived before he could even consider closing his eyes and going to sleep.
"Maggie, call this number at the VA and tell Murdock we have a Red Ball One and go to the alternative meeting site. I'd call, but my voice would be a sure tip-off if his phone has a tap on it. He'll know to tell the other two to come here." Hannibal said, handing Maggie a slip of paper with a phone number on it.
"Okay, Hannibal. Don't you think you ought to get some rest now? You've been through a lot. You almost died, remember." Maggie said with her concern written all over her face. She really didn't know what was keeping him awake and up on his feet at this point, other than stubbornness, pure orneriness, sheer willpower and his absolute sense of focus on the task in front of him.
"Not yet, Maggie. I will try once the guys get here, but not before. I need to make sure no one sneaks up on us. Okay?"
"Okay for now Hannibal. But once they get here and we get this all sorted out, you need to get some sleep. Doctor's orders and you will even if I have to get BA to sit on you while I sedate you, understand."
"Yeah, Maggie. I understand and I will, I promise but only after the team gets here."
Maggie nodded and went to the phone to make the call. Hannibal's only being careful, she thought to herself. His life and maybe her own might be at stake, and Hannibal wasn't about to take any chances with her around. He already been through one attempt on his life and survived, abet just barely. But as a physician, she knew it was only a matter of time before he passed out from sheer exhaustion. So she kept an eye on him as they sat at the small kitchen table in the office of the warehouse with a pistol on the table in front of Hannibal and his ears listening for anything out of the ordinary outside the building.
An hour later, they heard a car horn honk three times outside of the large garage door, so Maggie went to the wall and hit the button to open the door while Hannibal took up a position next to the door, just in case it wasn't the team but someone more sinister. When the familiar black and gray van drove in, Hannibal relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief because he was getting dizzy and about to pass out. So, Hannibal tucked the pistol in his waistband as Maggie went to his side, and put her arm around his waist since she could see how tired he was in his eyes, face, and mannerisms because his reactions were slow and he was slouching, even though he could not see it. Together they went to meet the guys as they climbed out of the van.
Murdock jumped out of Hannibal's regular seat in front as Face climbed out of the side door of the van and BA came around the front to join them. All three men watched Hannibal with concern in their eyes because they were still under the mistaken impression he tried to commit suicide and they noticed the pistol stuck in the front of the waistband of his pants. Of course, Hannibal read their expressions like a book, but before he could say anything, Murdock spoke up. "Hey Hannibal, why didn't you tell us something was bothering you? We would've listened. I could've had Dr. Richter meet you someplace so you two could talk about it."
Hannibal held up his right hand to bring the conversation to a halt or Murdock would never stop talking. "Murdock and the rest of you open your ears and listen to me; I didn't try to commit suicide. I thought you guys knew me better than that. It's the other way around; someone tried to kill me."
The three men looked at Maggie for confirmation, and she nodded to them as she held Hannibal close to her because it bothered her about how close she got to losing him. "Guys, he's got a knot on the back of his head the size of a goose egg with a laceration to go with a possible concussion. Someone hit him with something hard, and since there's nothing about taking sleeping pills other than falling off the bed that would cause a bruise or a concussion, so I have to agree someone tried to kill him. You guys should've seen him tied to a hospital bed, trying to convince me. The look on his face was classic with his best I'm as innocent as a choirboy look and the largest puppy dog eyes I ever seen from him."
Hannibal glanced at her and snickered tiredly, and then smiled at the guys. "I told you so. Now we have a council of war and find out what's going on."
Maggie interjected her opinion into the conversation before Hannibal could go on to get her point across first. "You guys are going to find out what's going on. Hannibal's going to sleep before he collapses from exhaustion and after he gets 8-12 hours of good sleep, then he can go out, but not before and no exceptions." Maggie stood there looking at all of the guys, hands on her hips since she wasn't going to budge on this. "And, I'll stay here to make sure it happens."
Hannibal looked at her knowing she was serious and he was so tired he had to agree with her. "OK, Maggie," Hannibal said as he walked over to the table and sat down, so Maggie and the guys came over and joined him. "Face, you and BA go over to Mr. Lees' and see what you can find. Then check some of our sources, and see if they've heard about anyone looking for us. Murdock, you stay here and keep watch from the upper catwalk. You guys have your orders now and I guess I have mine." Hannibal said looking at Maggie standing beside him. "Keep in touch with Murdock every hour via the radios."
Murdock looked at Hannibal. "You know Hannibal since you're an escaped mental patient now the police are sure to have an APB out on you."
"Yeah I know, Murdock. Decker's going to be looking for me with a vengeance now since the hospital wouldn't release me to him. I'll deal with it." Hannibal stated bluntly.
"Hannibal, you're going to have that hanging around your neck on top of the deal with the military," Murdock stated.
"We'll take care of it when the time comes, Murdock. Don't worry about it. It'll work out. I got through it before because if we hadn't escaped from Bragg when we did years ago, I would've been the rubber room right along side of you under heavy medication instead of out here having all this fun with someone trying to rub me out." Hannibal looked at BA and Face as they got up to leave. "You two be careful and watch your backs."
We will, Hannibal." Face replied. "You just do what Maggie tells you and get some sleep." BA and Face climbed into the van as Murdock went to the wall to let them out.
Once the van was gone, Maggie pulled on Hannibal's sleeve. "Now, Colonel Smith. It's time for you to get some sleep and Murdock and I can watch things." Maggie said, leading Hannibal over to a cot in the corner of the room and pointed at it. "Are you going to lay down or do I have to sedate you like I promised I would?" She said, hands on her hips, jaw set and she meant business.
Hannibal knew there was no arguing with her at this stage of the game and sat down on the cot, removed his shirt, so he was only wearing a t-shirt and laid down on the cot, and then looked up at her, and yawned. She was right and he knew it. "Okay, Maggie." He said as he closed his eyes and it wasn't long before the steady rhythm of his breathing and soft snores told Maggie he was sound asleep. Before tiptoeing away, she brushed a lock of silver hair out of his eyes and gave him a light kiss on the forehead. "Sweet dreams, Hannibal." She whispered.
Five hours later, Face and BA returned to the warehouse as the sun was setting and Face got out of the van with a large paper bag containing food in one hand and a small green duffle bag slung over the other shoulder.
"I brought some sandwiches and some clothes for Hannibal. I thought he might want to change out of the Army uniform. How is he?" Face asked.
"He's still asleep, Face," Maggie said. "Don't wake him up to change his clothing because he can change later. Let him sleep as long as he wants to because he needs it."
"Find anything, Face?" Murdock asked.
"Yeah, we did Murdock. We went to Mr. Lee's and found there was some kind of struggle near the stairs because there were scuff marks on the floor where Hannibal was dragged down the stairs after they knocked him out." Face replied, setting the duffle bag on the floor and the food on the table.
"Did you find what they hit him with?"
"Probably this, Murdock." Face said, as he returned to the van and pulled a 26-inch black hickory police baton from the front seat. "I don't think its Hannibal's, but we found it upstairs at Mr. Lee's next to the stairs. So, no doubt about someone's going after Hannibal."
"Ouch," Murdock replied, rubbing the back of his head in sympathy for Hannibal and the large knot on the back of his head. "Find anything else?"
"Only this." Face stated pulling a newspaper article from his pocket. "It was laying on the table, and it's not from a local newspaper here in LA. It's about someone who died in a car accident in North Dakota last week, and I don't think Hannibal saved it. We'll have to ask him about it when he wakes up. We can go over all this with Hannibal later, so if there are no more questions at the moment, I'm hungry so let's eat. Then we can set up a rotating watch schedule for the three of us because Hannibal's not going to take part in the watch."
After they finished eating, they each took a section of the four hour watched, with Face leading off with the first watch, then BA and finally Murdock.