Claire had had enough. Three years on an island without her son, Aaron. Kate had raised him. Almost everyone she'd cared about had died, and she'd gone insane - literally. At least she'd escaped on the Ajira plane though, right? Well, not really. The plane landed in the middle of Maine, right near some town called Storybrooke. And there was some really weird stuff there - including a woman who looked a lot like Claire. But that was the least of their problems. There was magic and beasts and curses and a lot of other stuff that Claire thought only existed in fairytales. It all started when they met that boy - Henry.
...
"Um... guys? Does anyone know where we are?", Lapidus asked.
"You're the pilot!", Claire pointed out.
"Yeah, but the navigation system got messed up, so I'm kind of flying randomly."
"I think Ajira's going to fire you", Miles stated matter-of-factly.
"Miles, that is the least of our problems", Kate said.
"Kate's right", Richard interjected.
"She usually is", said Sawyer.
"Seriously, though. Do any of your know where we are?"
"I think we're over a forest", Miles observed.
"Miles?", said Kate.
"Yeah?"
"Shut up."
"Guys..."
"What now, Lapidus?"
"We're almost out of fuel. I've got to land."
"Great."
Lapidus landed the plane in a clearing, and they got out to explore the area. After a while they found a sign saying "Welcome to Storybrooke". They entered the small town, and most people didn't look twice at them. Then a young boy walked up to them and said,
"Hi. You look lost. You new in town?"
"Yeah."
"What are your names."
"I'm Kate, and this is Miles, Richard, Frank, Claire, and James."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Henry."