It was long after midnight in Storybrooke Maine and the town lay there still and dark. All citizens were already asleep. A little out of the town the silence was cut through a sudden crack and the darkness was Enlighted through a lighting which came out of the barn who belonged to the house which had belonged to the evil witch. As sudden as this phenomena had appeared it disappeared again and left seven people back. "So that's Storybrooke?" one of the boys asked. "Yes but we are a little bit out of town", another answered and laid against the door of the barn. "And what are we going to do now?" the oldest from the group wanted to know. "What do you think, we had a plan didn't we", one of the younger interfered crossed his arms behind his head and looked to his sister. She nodded and stepped out of the barn as well. "It's not so bad that we landed here from here we can plan everything", said the second girl in the group. "Yes, the best thing would be if we quarter into this house and try to put our plan into action", the last one suggested and walked before the others to the house. The twins staid back at the barn. "And you still think that's a good plan?" the boy asked his sister. "Yes we have to do something to save or mother or at least try that our brother don't become evil", she answered and laid against the barn door. "But can we trust him?" her brother asked and looked to the house where the others disappeared. The girl knew exactly from who her brother was speaking. "I'm not sure but he saved my life, without him we wouldn't be here and we would have never met. So I trust him for now." She looked at her brother, who sighted, then nodded and went with his sister to the house, to discuss their plan once more with their friends, if you could call them that.