Hey my little Oncers! This chapter was written by my little Dallas. Her username is AnOfficialOncer on , so make sure to check her out! We are writing this story together. I'm writing all the Wonderland stuff, and she's writing the Storybrooke. It switches off after every chapter, so just for warning. She wrote the chapter, doesn't mean I didn't Jefferson-ify it. I love Jefferson, so I had to make it perfect, which it isn't. Hope you enjoy anyways. Vote, comment, favorite, and all that shit. Have fun reading!

"No! No." I said, seeing Regina walking away with her father.

I couldn't hear anything anymore. I was too much in shock. All I knew was the Knave of Hearts' men was dragging me to his queen. The next thing I knew, the Queen of Hearts got her man to take an ax. When they were about to slice, I found myself sitting up, sweat falling down my forehead.

I looked down, not recognizing the soft felt I was covered in. Then, I looked up, and found myself in a strange room with pure white walls. I slowly took off the felt above me and walked over to the windows to see where I was. What I didn't see I couldn't believe.

I saw a town. I was out of Wonderland. With all the dreams I've ever had, this was probably the most cruel. I got out of Wonderland and I could see my daughter again, but it would be fake. When I wake up, I would realize that I didn't actually have my daughter beside me.

I pinched my upper arm to wake myself up before my dream makes my life more miserable. I closed my eyes and opened them again, finding myself the same place as I was before. This wasn't a dream. I could get my daughter back.

I ran to the first door I found and opened it, in hope it was the door to get out of here. When I looked at what was behind the door, I saw a bunch of dark clothing organized in a small room. I looked down to see what I was wearing, and quickly grabbed the first thing I could find.

I started to quickly dress into what I found and looked into a mirror I found in the room. I first looked into it, realizing it was a mirror, I touched it. My hand just went over the surface. I looked at myself, knowing something was missing, but not being able to know what it was. I looked in the mirror, scanning my body, finding what was missing, when I got to my neck. My scar was exposed. All my sorrow and pain showed on my skin.

I quickly got a scarf and put it on, hiding my scar from everyone. I ran past the mirror and opened the door next to it, revealing a staircase. I ran down the staircase, leading me to a room with a table and some shelves. I tried to find an exit through this maze.

I found myself running up and down stairs, trying to find myself out, when I found a door. I opened the door, revealing a forest. I ran down the staircase, and into the forest. I looked through the trees, trying to find any sight of a town. I ran, and after a while, started to walk through the forest. After a while of walking and running, I found the small little town. A town where everything was normal. A place that wasn't Wonderland. Nothing like Wonderland. Here, everything was dark and quiet. Wonderland was bright and loud. Wonderland was a horrible place to be locked in. It turned everyone mad.

I looked out, searching for the most expected place to find my Grace. I walked through the town, trying to blend in with everyone else going on with their lives. I recognized so many of them from Enchanted Forest, but no one seemed to realize they were somewhere else.

I kept looking at all the faces, trying to find Grace. For hours and hours, I would see faces and faces, none being Grace. I sat back in a bench, slouching and giving out a loud sigh. Right when my hopes were gone, I heard a loud groan behind me. I looked behind me, seeing a long yellow vehicle, stopping. Time started to slow, and I saw my Grace. I stared at her, waiting for her to see me.

"Grace." I said, with my voice cracking a bit.

Grace turned around, seeing me, but just turned back around. Her soft milk chocolate hair, spinning as she turned her head away from me. Her turning her head back at the yellow vehicle, and seeing some girls walking out. Grace ran towards them and hugged them, smiling. My Grace didn't know who I was. I started to follow them, wanting to hear what they were saying.

"Who is that, Paige." said one of the girls.

"No idea. I think he knows me though." Grace said in a scared tone.

I stopped in my tracks. My Grace thought her name was Paige. Why does she not remember who I am? Why does she not remember who she is? So many questions were running through my head, and I had to find a way to get them out.

I started to walk around the streets with tears filling up in my eyes. I looked up slightly, seeing a sign saying "Granny's B&B". Not knowing it, and not having anything better to do, I walked in, finding myself in a room filled with tables and people sitting at the tables. I didn't know what to do, so I sat at the tall chairs next to the counter.

A pretty black haired girl with bright red highlights walked up to me saying, "Hi there!"smiling, showing off her bright red lips.

"Umm, Hello." I said, looking up into her hazel eyes.

"What would you like today?" she asked, breaking the eye contact by reaching for a small notebook and pen.

"Excuse me?" I asked, not understanding what she meant.

"Well, I mean what would you like to order?" she asked, looking at me as if I was mad. She pointed to something that looked like a book, but was far too thin to be one. I grabbed one and opened it. What it read was a list of food and some pictures.

"Um, I'm not quite hungry. Can you, perhaps, tell me who runs this land?" I asked.

"Duh. Mayor Regina. Where've you been?" she said in a laugh, as she walked away.

I stepped out of the diner, to find myself in the same, yet unrecognizable, streets and moving vehicles with dark steam coming from the back of them. I started to walk the streets, almost getting hit by one of the vehicles.

I walked and walked, finding myself at a large white house. Almost the size of the one I found myself this morning, maybe even bigger. I stared at it, finding a figure in front of me. A woman with dark eyes, reminding me of my Grace never becoming mine. A woman with dark black hair, almost shoulder-length. A woman with dark red lips, and black felt wrapping around her. Regina.

"Hello, Jefferson." she said, standing in front of me.

Dedication to ALL YOU BITCHES!