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Btw, I don't want to write all the parts that happen in the show word for word, so I'll just condense those parts to fit the story.
*At the bar
"Belle?" Mr. Gold asked. He knew it was her but something was off.
"Oh, Mr. Gold, I remember who I am now, and I'm not Belle."
"If you're not Belle, then who might you be?"
"I'm Lacey, and I'm sorry, but I still don't remember you," his mouth hung open at her words. Where had his sweet Belle gone? Regina would pay for this! He looked up at his beloved who was gulping down another glass. Her face twisted in response. Wow, has it been that long since I've had a drink? she thought to herself.
"See, you can't even stand to drink. Would Lacey have such difficulties?" Gold inquired.
"It's been a while since I've had a drink," she lied. She really didn't like whatever she was drinking, but her memories said otherwise.
"Those aren't your real memories. Your name is Belle, you love to read and are shy, not…this," his eyes growing desperate.
"Fake memories? Really? What's next, saying that what I saw when I was injured really happened?"
He took a deep breathe, "Yes," she choked slightly on her drink, "and I can prove it if you would just come with me," he said, grabbing her hand. She quietly contemplated her options. I knew I wasn't crazy!
"Ok, I'll go with you." …forever, Mr. Gold thought to himself. Belle was still in there, he just had to get her out. He lead her outside, vaguely hearing the bartender say, "Those last few are on the house!" to Lacey. They turned the corner and were in an ally. Lacey could sense the danger, and she liked it.
"So, how do you plan on proving yourself?"