Emma had been driving or the past nine hours, and had no sooner figured out her destination then when she started her trip. All she knew was that she wanted to put as much distance between the country jail and herself as possible. She needed a new place to start over, some where she could figure out her life, some place to call home. But so far every town that she passed she couldn't bring herself to stop.

Looking at her gas gauge, she knew she'd have to stop somewhere in the next hour to get gas, and possibly crash for the night. Although she hadn't ruled out sleeping in her car just yet. So pulling out her brand new phone, bought with the money that was strangely left for her in her stolen yellow bug, she pulled up the GPS and began looking for nearby towns.

After a while she groaned frustrated and threw her phone into the passenger seat. Looks like she would be sleeping in her car after all. She continued driving for the next 45 minutes, hoping to find a safe place to park when she passed what looked like a town sign. Not wanting to waste the gas to turn around and check, she kept driving. Soon driving down a main street of a town. She pulled to a stop in the center of the road and got out.

"What the hell is this place?" She muttered to herself as she checked out the local stores. Granny's Diner? Golds Pawn Shop? Game of Thorns? The Rabbit Hole? Storybrooke Public Library?

"Storybrooke? Seriously?" She sighed and leaned against her car.

"Excuse me? Can I help you?" A voice called out from behind her. Turning around she saw a thin man, with red hair, glasses, carrying an umbrella, and walking a dalmatian.

"Ummm yes. Could you tell me where I am?" She said scratching the back of her head.

"Oh, this is Storybrooke, Maine." He said with a friendly smile.

"Uh huh. Anywhere in this town I can find a bed and breakfast?"

"Certainly. Granny's Bed and Breakfast is right over there." He said, motioning forward.

"Thank you. Whats your name?" She said with a courteous smile.

"Oh Dr. Archibald Hopper, I'm a psychologist." He said holding out his hand.

Emma blanched and quickly opened her car door. " Well I better be going, nice to meet you Dr. Hopper." She hated psychologist, she had her fill of them as a child.

"I didn't catch your name." He called as she started her car.

Rolling down her window as she drove away, she shouted "Emma!"

Pulling up in front of an almost fully concealed sign for the bed and breakfast, she parked and got out. Walking through the over hanging branches, she finally came up to a beautiful cottage. She opened the wooden door, and her ears were instantly assaulted by loud yelling.

"Do you own any clothes that don't make you look like a street walker?!"

"You just don't know fashion!"

"I know that you at least have to be wearing clothes for it to be called fashion!"

"Argh!"

A brunette with red streaks through her hair, came barging around the corner, followed by an elderly gray haired lady. They continued their bickering until Emma, who had finally heard enough said "Excuse me?"

Both of their heads turned towards her, a look of shock on the brunette's face and excitement on the older Romans face.

"Hello! Welcome to Granny's Bed and Breakfast. I'm Granny, and that's Ruby." The older women hurried to behind the counter.

"I'm Emma. I'm looking for a place to stay tonight." She reached into her back pocket, pulling out her wallet.

"Nice to meet you Emma. Would you like a forest view or square view? Usually there's an upgrade fee, but since rents due, I'll wave it." Granny was absolutely glowing with excitement.

"A square view is fine." Emma gave a smile, handing over her cash.

Granny took the cash, but when she looked up again her smile vanished and was replaces with a serious, yet fearful look. Emma turned around to see a man in a suit standing behind her. He was holding a cane in his hand, and had a pleasant look on his face.

"Why hello, I see we have a visitor. What's your name dearie?" He had a slight accent to his voice.

"Emma. Emma Swan."

"What a lovely name, Emma. I hope you enjoy your stay in Storybrooke, Emma." He gave a slight smile to her.

"The money's all here." Granny interrupted, holding out a roll of cash.

"Oh yes. Thank you." He took the cash and left without another word.

"Who was that?" Emma asked, turning back to Granny.

"That's Mr. Gold. He owns this place." The girl Ruby said, looking out the window.

"The BNB?" Emma asked.

"No, the town." Granny said with a serious voice.

"Whoa."

Granny grabbed a key off of a shelf, and held it out to her. "Room 16, I hope you enjoy your stay."

Emma nodded, grabbing to key and headed upstairs without another word. Opening her door she looked around the immoderate decorated room. She closed the door behind her, and walked over to the bed, collapsing on it.

"Ah, a real bed." She mumbled to herself.

She closed her eyes, and feel asleep in the first real bed she had slept in in years.