It was just... There were a lot of odd coincidences.
She wasn't crazy. Of course, Jefferson had clearly been telling his truth, but he was insane. Because fairy tales were just that – fairy tales.
But personalities and appearances matched up too well, no one ever seemed to leave, no one ever really talked about their pasts, and the clock had started the moment she arrived.
It was all nonsense, coincidence, and moonshine on its own, but together...
At least, Emma thought with a faint glimmer of humor, they'd gotten one thing wrong. It was Jiminy Cricket, not Jiminy Grasshopper.