Dr. Hopper was waiting in his office. His pencil tapped against his desk as he watched the ticking coo-coo clock. He had out some papers so he could take some notes on how to help other patients but…how could he do that? He had never had an intern before.
Finally it was 10, and right on the dot the door knocked. Hopper nearly ran do his door. Pongo even lifted his head at his sudden movement. Hopper took a moment to fix his hair and tie before answering his intern. He even checked his breath…he wished he had a tic tac or some minty fresh gum.
Nonetheless, he didn't want her to wait any longer. He opened the door and smiled.
Andrina Oceano was a beautiful young woman. She was taller than most…not as tall at Hopper but she reached his shoulders. He could tell that she was insecure about her height. He noticed she wore flats instead of high heels that matched well with her lavender and dark purple outfit.
"Miss Oceano…pl-please come in." Dr. Hopper stepped aside and held the door open for her like the kind gentleman that he was. She smiled at him kindly.
"I can't thank you enough for giving me this opportunity. I know I'm just going to be an intern…but it'll help me learn so much about psychology."
"Oh no, no!" She shut the door and turned to her. "You are the real inspiration. You still went about your studies even after the curse broke."
"Well, if we're stuck here I might as well have an education."
"This much is true," he laughed. "Please have a seat. Today you'll be observing. You'll see how I speak with patients and how they react. Take notes of what you notice and what kind of questions and observations are made from their stories. I trust that you know never to speak of their personal lives outside of the office."
Dr. Hopper looked down at her, his eyes were narrow with suspicion. Andrina couldn't help but to give him a huge white grin.
"Of course not."
"So first we chatted with Miss Ginger," Andrina started. She was putting her work clothes away and was now dressed in a simple white tank and gray sweats. Alana was listening intently to her sister while Ariel was on the floor with a hood covering her face. Ariel was in a state of depression after her break up with Eric. "And she explained to Archie that she is planning on making another gingerbread house here in Storybrooke. How crazy is that?"
"She's blind, how can she build anything?" Alana muttered while painting her new long nails red.
"People should be able to do anything they want!" Ariel exclaimed. "If they want to explore the world they should be able to."
"You could have made a deal with Mr. Gold," Alana cooed.
"And stayed to see what you've done to him? No thank you."
"What did you take from him, Alana?" Andrina wondered.
"Nothing important. I doubt he'll even miss it." Though the smirk Alana wore told the sisters differently.
"Anyways…about Archie."
"I love how you call him Archie," said Alana.
"Well, that is his name," Andrina defended.
Ariel took off her hood and chimed in, "But he's your boss..."
"Some bosses are nice enough to let you call them by their first names…"
Alana saw something dangerous in Andrina's eye when she talked about him. It scared her.
"Girls—" their attention quickly shifted at the sound of their father's voice. He stood at their doorway with Mr. Gold at his side. Triton seemed impatient with his visit. "Mr. Gold wishes to speak to Alana alone. Would you like to come downstairs and give them their privacy?"
Ariel and Andrina looked at Gold in fear. Alana kept on her strict poker face to hide her true emotions. What was Gold going to do to their sister?