"Gaston, are we really making the right decision? I mean, I realize your family is in Storybrooke, but do we have to move there as well?" Belle said to her fiancée who was sitting at his office desk in their small apartment. He was making sure preparations for everything for the move was in order. "We've already been over this. It's for our best interest and your father approves with me as well. Storybrooke is the ideal place to set up shop," he said without even looking up at her. Belle let out a small sigh. She didn't want to leave whatever small life she had here in New Hampshire. True, she didn't have many friends (no one but family basically), but her family lived in the area and the library was two blocks from their current apartment. The wedding was five months away and she was counting down the days. She crossed her arms and leaned on the doorframe to the office, "will we have the wedding in Storybrooke then?" Gaston looked up at her and sighed. "Belle, I told you. I will pay for your entire family's trip to the venue and their hotel stays. Everything will be fine," and then continued on with his work.

Belle sighed and walked out of the office. He didn't understand where she was coming from, and he never would. They would leave tomorrow morning to Storybrooke by train and get there in the afternoon. Everything was packed and the truck that was taking all their boxes to their new apartment was coming at six in the morning, and the train would leave at nine sharp. It gave them plenty of time to get to the train station and make themselves comfortable. She had a large purse for their trip tomorrow, containing a book, some flyers about the town itself and other some things. Belle was physically prepared for their move, but not emotionally. She would just have to take the next few days as they would come.

So far, the morning was turning into a complete calamity. "My fiancé and I are running late because of you fools! I will be taking this up with your employer and express to him what a shitty job you morons have done," Gaston yelled at the two moving men. The moving van came around seven, and finished packing (terribly if Belle might have added) around eight twenty. The cab was waiting for them to take them to the train station outside the house and Belle was patiently waiting in the cab for Gaston to finish with the moving company. "Geez, your husband sure is a little bit of a perfectionist huh," said the taxi driver. "Fiancé," she corrected, "and I suppose you can say that," she said while sighing. "Good luck with that," the driver mumbled under his breath, but Belle heard him and chose not to respond.

Gaston slammed the door to the apartment and walked away angrily toward the cab. "I'm sorry sir for keeping you. Please take us now to the train station," Gaston said as he was getting in the cab. "Sure thing," the driver replied as he pulled out of the parking lot. "Make it fast to, we have a train to catch that leaves at nine," Gaston said as he handed the driver a fifty dollar bill for tip. The driver accepted the bill, and got to the station at eight-forty-five.

"Belle, please, amuse me and try to walk faster. The train leaves in just five minutes and we'll never get a seat in time at this pace." Gaston was practically dragging Belle by her hand to the train itself. When they finally entered the train, it was bursting with travelers. They went to each cabin and every seat was occupied. Belle slipped out of his grasp and walked a little ahead. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted one cabin that had two chairs open out of three. There was a man sitting inside by himself reading a book in the third. "Here," Belle called out to Gaston. He began to walk toward her with his bag in hand as she opened the door to the cabin. She looked at the man, who didn't' even look up from his book to acknowledge her, "Excuse me sir, do you mind if we sit here next to you?" "Be my guest," the man said with a noticeable Scottish accent, once again, without looking up from his book. She smiled and said her thanks as her and Gaston walked in the small cabin and got comfortable.

She sat down in the chair in front of the man, and noticed her fiancé was looking as if he was about to leave the cabin. "Are you going somewhere," Belle asked. "Yeah, there is a small place on the train that's the business area. It has Wi-Fi and I need to finish up on some work. Will you be fine here," he gave a quick glance at the man who they were sharing the cabin with. She picked up what he meant and nodded. He nodded back, and walked out.

This isn't awkward at all, she thought. She looked at the man and took in his features. He was wearing a nice suit that looked tailored to his figure and the slight silver in his hair and wrinkles on his face made him look like he was in his early forties. Belle thought that he was quite handsome for an older gentleman. She noticed a cane with a gold handle leaning on the cabin wall next to him. He must have had some sort of injury, she guessed. Her eyes then went to the book he was reading entitled 'Divine Comedy', a personal favorite of hers coincidentally. This was going to be a very long trip, so why not try to make the best of it?

"What level are you on," she asked, and then regretted it. Maybe he wasn't the talking type. "I'm…," he looked up to answer her question and made eye contact. Her blue eyes made direct contact with his, and for a slight moment he was at a loss for words. He barely skipped a beat and composed himself rather quickly if he might add. "I'm rereading just to make sure I didn't miss any vital details." A small smile crept on his lips and he went back to his book.

She nodded to his reply, dying for some sort of conversation instead of just staying on a train for five hours in utter silence. But, giving the way the man answered, he didn't seem to want to make conversation (so she thought). She sighed, and dug through her purse, taking out a few flyers and pamphlets about Storybrooke. "Storybrooke ey," the man said, which caused her to jump. "Umm yes, I'm moving there today." She didn't know why she told him she was moving there, "are you familiar with the area," she asked. He placed the book on his lap and marked the page he was on with his bony finger. He chuckled, "I guess you can say that. Quite a small town though, what brings you there?" She shook her head, thinking about an answer, "Business and such I assume." Belle honestly felt that they were moving there for other reasons than what she was told. "You assume," he questioned as he raised an eyebrow. She chuckled, "it's complicated." He shook his head, "it shouldn't be complicated. You should always know what you're signing up for."

"Well..." a knock interrupted Belle from the cabin window. A woman smiled through the window on the cabin door and opened it up. She smiled at both of them. "Would you and your father like something to drink or eat?" A mix of "she's/he's not my daughter/father" was said between them at the same time. They chuckled at one another, and Belle looked up at the woman, "I'll have a cup of wine please." Belle was about to hand the woman a ten dollar bill. The woman then turned to the man who waved a hand at Belle, indicating to her that he was paying and proceeded to take out his wallet and give her two fifty's, "leave the bottle," he told her. Belle chuckled and put her measly bill back in her purse, "are you trying to impress me?" The woman gave the man the bottle of wine and two cups and walked out of the cabin. He chuckled and handed Belle a glass, "trust me dearie," he said as he was filling her cup, "if I was trying to impress you, you wouldn't be asking that question."