"Yes..."

He looks back at the door they just passed through; but when he tests it, it opens only onto a small and uninteresting broom closet. Well, a functioning door to Paris of the future would be more surprising, wouldn't it? Still, Lesgle sets down his loot and rummages in his satchel for the twist of embroidery floss. He ties a bow around the door handle, shooting Lecter a rueful look. "On the off chance that it changes its mind and lets a person back into Paris."

It's a very slim hope.