Clock.

                                                     It's 7:16pm. I'm in Baltimore Maryland.

And my name is Will Graham.

Time loses all meaning when you're in there with them.
The past is never really over. It just lingers, a ghost that haunts the present.

I'm trapped in a loop. The same crimes, the same faces, over and over again. It's like a broken record playing on repeat.

Time is a river. I'm just a leaf floating downstream, unable to control where it takes me.

Hannibal leaned back, his eyes fixed on Will. "Time, indeed, is a curious thing. A river, as you say, flowing relentlessly forward. But unlike a river, the mind can be dammed, diverted, even reversed. The past, the present, the future - they are all intertwined, a tapestry woven from threads of memory and experience."

He paused, his voice taking on a contemplative tone. "For you, Will, the past has become a prison, a labyrinth of guilt and fear. But remember, the mind is a powerful tool. It can be shaped, molded, even remade. With the right guidance, you can break free from the chains that bind you."

Hannibal smiled, a knowing glint in his eyes. "We can explore the depths of your mind, uncover the secrets that have haunted you for so long. We can rewrite the narrative, create a new path, a future free from the burdens of the past."

He leaned forward, his voice low and seductive. "Together, we can change the course of the river, Will. We can become the architects of our own destiny."