"I wish," Will gasped, "to end Alice's suffering!"

In that moment, the dark cloud sent out another flash of lightning. Cyrus saw the Rabbit-Hole suddenly expand underneath him, and suddenly he was falling... falling... with Alice clasped tightly in his arms.

The swirling blue light gave way to darkness, and Cyrus tumbled down a muddy embankment. Alice tumbled from his grasp, but when he finally stopped moving, he saw her lying only a few feet away. Anastasia lay in a heap just beyond her. Cyrus crawled slowly over to Alice. Wonder of wonders! She was breathing again! He grabbed her hand.

"Alice!" he cried.

She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "What happened?" she muttered weakly.

"You were dying," Cyrus muddled the explanation in his relief. "And Will made his wish; he wished to end your suffering, and it saved you."

Alice frowned, "But-that was my third wish. Why aren't you back in your bottle?"

Cyrus looked down at his wrists; the gold cuffs that had marked him as a genie for so long were gone. "Alice, when Will made his wish, it freed me so that we could be together forever!" He almost laughed as he turned to where Will very likely landed, near Anastasia. "Will, you're a genius-"

Will was nowhere to be found. The Rabbit-Hole had taken them to the middle of a large forest, but there were only the three of them. Had he ended up in a different area?

Anastasia had only just regained full consciousness. "Will!" she gasped, jumping to her feet. "Where's Will?"

"Wasn't he with you when he made his wish?" Alice asked.

The former queen, in her agitation, had regained the coarse country accent she had left behind so long ago. "'E w's 'ere, and then the lightnin' stroke, and then 'e w's gone! Where did 'e go? Where's Will?" She marched off into the forest, screaming his name. "Will! WILL!"

"Anastasia!" Cyrus called after her. "He probably landed on the top of the hill we tumbled down. Let's all not lose our heads, and climb up there to look for him."

The top of the bank was crowned with a hard, black substance none of them had ever seen before.

"It makes a path through the trees," Alice muttered, "and it feels like stone... but what are the lines for?" She pointed to the white and yellow marks running parallel along the path."

"I don't care, but I c'n see Will's not 'ere," grumbled Anastasia.

"Look at this!" cried Alice. Standing next to the stone road, on two metal posts was a flat green sign that read "Welcome to Storybrooke" in large white letters. "Storybrooke! The Rabbit dug a hole to Storybrooke!"

"How does that 'elp us?" Anastasia demanded.

"Girls, look out!" Cyrus suddenly pushed Alice and Anastasia across the yellow line dividing the road. They heard a terrible thundering sound, and two bright lights on the front of a large machine headed straight for them.

"What is it?" Alice screamed.

It was shaped almost like a carriage, but it had no horses pulling it, and not even any indication of how it could possibly move of its own volition.

The foremost window slid down, revealing a woman with short, dark hair sitting inside the "horseless carriage."

She eyed the trio. "Hello, I don't think we've met. My name's Regina. Are you lost?"

Anastasia was still scared stiff-this woman looked an awful lot like the Evil Queen who used to rule the land where she grew up. Cyrus was trying to figure out whether they could trust the woman or not; she seemed friendly enough, but his perception as a genie told him this woman had a lot of secrets.

Alice answered for them. "No we aren't lost," she said. "We were just on our way into town."

"Will Scarlet!" the words burst out of Anastasia's mouth and she couldn't help herself. "We came here with Will Scarlet, have you seen him?"

"Scarlet..." the woman suddenly paled. "One of his-" she suddenly stopped herself from recalling the old connection. What would these three strangers want with a former associate of Robin Hood? Regina shook her head; she would not dredge up those painful memories, not again! "I don't know who you're talking about," she lied. "But you might try someone in town. And... stay off the roads. It can be dangerous if one of these cars hits you." The window closed as easily as it had opened, and Regina and her carriage followed the road back into town.

Cyrus didn't move or speak till the machine-Regina had called it a car-was out of sight.

"Alice," he said, "why did you tell her we knew where we going, when none of us has ever been to this world before? Who knows how long we will wander now, before we find this town called Storybrooke?"

Alice smiled demurely and pulled an object out of her pocket: two keys on a ring, from which dangled a red and white shoe. "Not all who wander are lost," she told Cyrus. "These keys belong to the house of someone called Granny. Will gave them to me back in Wonderland." As she spoke, Alice was getting more excited and she clasped Cyrus' hand like she never wanted to let go again. "Will's been to this place; he'd know it better than we do. If he landed on the road, it could be that he followed it into the town and is waiting somewhere for us!"

Cyrus smiled and kissed her again, while Anastasia rolled her eyes.

"Then, by all means," he said, "Let's follow this road to Granny's!"

"Ruby! Do you have those orders for Table 6?" Granny hollered into the kitchen.

Her tall, slim young granddaughter sauntered out into the dining area with a tray full of burgers, fries, and milkshakes.

"En route, Granny," she sighed, pursing her cherry-red lips.

Granny eyed her warily as she returned for the next batch of orders.

"What?" Ruby retorted, shaking her dark head.

"Just what are you doing back there, young lady?" Granny groused. "And no lies; you know I can smell a lie."

Ruby rolled her eyes. "Granny, for the billionth time, I did not give your keys to some guy! Geez, will I ever live that down?"

"Not till I get my keys back, you won't! I didn't sink every penny I had into this business to leave it open for every vagrant who comes by!"

Ruby plunked two burgers on plates and scooped a heap of fries next to each. "You want to blame somebody, blame Leroy! He's the one who locked up all those months ago when the keys disappeared!"

"Hmph! And then cooked up some half-baked story about a stranger who waltzed into town and must have picked his pocket-yet no one's seen hide nor hair of any such a person!"

Ruby grinned. "Now see there? You think I'm lying, and yet you would sooner believe one of the Seven Dwarves than your own daughter?"

"That may be-but which one of you two is still working here?" Granny folded her arms as she chided her granddaughter. "That should be proof enough which one I trust more-unless the stranger had been tipped off by a certain flirty young waitress..."

The two women heard the entrance bell ring yet again.

Ruby sighed. "I'll get it." She kept talking as she walked out to the register. "The only reason you haven't fired me is because I'm family." She cleared her throat and greeted the guests. "Hello, welcome to Granny's Diner, what-"

The words died in her throat as Granny's missing keys dangled in front of her face!

"What are you doing with those?" she asked the blonde woman holding them.

"Ruby," Granny walked out behind her, "why are you just standing-oh my!" she stopped, too-not so much at the keys as the appearance of the trio standing in front of the register.

They looked to be fresh from the Enchanted Forest itself: the woman holding the keys was dressed in purple leather, sturdy boots, and had a sword strapped to her back. She held the hand of a man in a loose shirt and leather vest over leggings and boots worthy of Prince Charming. The woman standing behind them was dressed all in red leather.

"Granny, I presume?" said the first woman in a foreign accent. "I believe these are yours." She slid the keys across the counter.