It's a long several hours at the apartment, involving a good degree of frustration when BA was informed they were heading out of state that night and multiple pots of coffee before Hannibal is comfortable leaving Murdock's side.

But, it feels even longer for Face - who does actually manage to get into the file and clear the hospital pharmacy of several large bottles of both his medications as well as a few syringes and a small vial of the drug used with his last break.

"How bad?" He asks, looking toward Hannibal as he paces through the kitchen and drops a full duffel bag on the table.

"He misses you." Hannibal answers, lips pursed; "He asked where you were."

"You didn't tell him, did you?"

Hannibal shakes his head. "How long do we have?" Which means the difference between simply being caught on video and actively running from police.

"They've probably noticed the medication missing by now... give it... a few hours before they start pulling security tapes? So... we should get him sorted out and either lay exceptionally low or get the hell out of dodge." He's already drawing the syringe and doesn't wait for any response before heading back to the bedroom.

"It's me," he says, turning on the lights in the dark room.