"Leroy why must you always run when you're drunk?" Emma said as she escorted the now apprehended dwarf to his cell.
"Why do you always give in to the chase sister?" Leroy slurred back at her once he was locked in the smell of the amount of alcohol on his breath nearly made the blonde gag.
"You need to stop drinking so much you smell like a brewery." Emma muttered as she walked to her desk to fill out the necessary paper work while holding an ice pack to a bruise on her face curtesy of a low hanging tree branch.
By the time Emma had finished the paper work it was later than she had expected.
"Oh shoot Regina's going to make me eat salads for the next week if I don't leave now."
With that Emma grabbed her jacket and keys and was out the door and in her bug heading home she was driving down Mifflin street about a block away from home when suddenly a silver car came out of nowhere heading straight for her.