There's a Strange Magic In Storybrooke:
An Unexpected Newcomer
It was a very sunny day today in Storybrooke: the sky was blue, the sun was shining, the weather was nice, and birds were chirping happy songs.
Mary Margaret was enjoying this perfect day by taking her baby son Neal out for a walk on the trail in the forest. Of course, her husband David and her daughter Emma were against it, since Fidget the Bat, the evil Batrishan foe of Hook, Emma's boyfriend, was roaming somewhere in the woods, still angry that he didn't get his revenge on Killian despite the fact that Storybrooke decided to let him go and meditate on his actions if he ever decided to redeem himself. Mary Margaret managed to convince her family to let her go alone for a walk with her son under the confirmation that she could take care of herself and her baby.
So here she was, walking in the woods peacefully, pushing the stroller where Neal was sleeping, with a quiver hanging on her shoulders in case she was being attacked, and enjoying her day while she also tried to keep an eye around her in case Fidget attacked.
Sure, Fidget had tried to kill Hook by hurting Emma and manipulating Henry and Rosetta in horrible ways that still caused Henry to wake up in the middle of the night screaming, but Mary Margaret thought that he could perhaps be given a second chance and lose his villainous ways. After all, she spent most of her life under the wrath of a revenge-seeking Regina who was angry at her for ruining her first love life; now, Regina was living a new life, away from her villainous ways, forgave Mary Margaret, and was living with Robin, whom she fell in love with, and his son Roland.
If Regina gave up revenge on Mary Margaret for good, then Fidget could have that same opportunity.
She kept enjoying her walk until she walked near the Wishing Well and saw a flash of light and a person on the ground. Worried, she quickly pulled Neal's stroller to a safe spot and rushed to the well. A woman was lying there, unconscious, at the steps of the well.
"Oh my god! Are you all right?" Mary Margaret asked worryingly to the woman as she helped the latter get up. The woman was slender with fair skin and rosy cheeks. Her dark brown hair was short and spiked as if she'd come back from battle; her eyes were of a light hazel brown hazel color that reminded Mary Margaret of caramel. The woman wore dark purple makeup on her eyes and lips. Her dark pink shirt and blue pants were torn and her brown boots were covered in soot.
"I…I don't know. I…I don't remember who I am," the woman stammered as she scrubbed her head, which was bruised on the side.
She must have hit her head on the Wishing Well an gotten amnesia, Mary Margaret thought. "Don't worry. We'll bring you to the hospital. I'll go get help." She helped the wobbling woman walk until the latter stopped.
"Wait!"
Mary Margaret looked at the woman with concern.
"Where's my husband? Where's my son…Marius?"