"That still gives you, Mr. Rathebone, no right what so ever to intrude on my personal and private property!" Regina Mills yelled at the police detective.
"I'm sorry that all of the evidence pointed to you being the one who robbed my brother!" Jeremy screamed at the mayor, throwing his hands up.
"Madame Mayor! Detective Rathebone! ENOUGH!" screamed Sheriff Graham, attempting to quiet the 2.
"You know something, Graham? YOU'RE RIGHT! IT IS ENOUGH! Detective Rathebone, you are fired!"
"Fine, then!" Jeremy screamed, removing his badge and throwing it on the desk, then barging out the door. He passed deputy Marsans on the way out.
"Uh, excuse me, Madame Mayor?"
"Yes, what is it?"
"I have, no wish to alarm you, but, your son was seen earlier today boarding a bus, with a credit card, by Mr. Gold. Do you, uh, know anything about this?"
"He was getting on a bus? With a credit card," the mayor walked toward the deputy, "Where is that bus now?"
"Uh, it was a bus to a station a little ways beyond Storybrooke, and from there, the only other route is to Boston. So, by now, it's probably halfway through Vermont!"
"WHAT!" Mayor Mills stormed out of the building.
Later that night…
"I'm sick of this! Sick of this! I hate this job! I hate working for her! Now I envy Jeremy! So save your pleas, Graham, I QUIT!" Ronald Marsans screamed at the Sheriff as he walked out of the police station.
"Where will you go?"
"They have plenty of openings at the hospital!" That was 8:15pm, in Storybrooke, no, wait, 8:17.