Henry Mills was walking down Main Street one Saturday morning, when someone ran into him and shoved something into his pocket.
"Hey!" He yelled.
He looked at the note the stranger had given him.
Dear Author,
I'm coming for my happy ending.
-Hyde
"Hyde?" Henry thought, "I'd never write it."
He continued on his way to meet his twin sister, Emily, for breakfast at Granny's, forgetting entirely about the encounter. He sat down and Ruby brought him a hot cocoa with cinnamon. The bells on the door chimed, and Henry looked up. Emily walked in and smiled at him.
"Hey," she said, "Sorry I'm late."
"It's fine," Henry said, passing her a mug with cocoa.
"Mmmmm. Thanks," she said, "What's wrong? You look out of it."
"Here you go," Ruby interrupted, handing the kids their breakfast, "Waffles with powdered sugar and biscuits and gravy."
"Thanks," said Henry, as Ruby left, "I got this note on my way here when someone bowled me over."
He removed the note from his pocket, handed it to Emily, and took a bite of waffle.
"Hyde," she said, "What could his happy ending possibly look like?"
"No idea. Revenge maybe?" Henry suggested.
"It could be practically anything. We need to tell mom about this." His sister stated.
"Which one?"
"Both," she responded, "But Emma first."
"Any particular reason?" Henry asked playfully.
"Because Regina would go nuts," Emily told him, "And Emma would think about it calmly, and then go nuts."
Henry laughed.
"Too true," he said, "But seriously, what do you think Hyde's happy ending looks like?"
Before Emily could answer, someone bumped Henry in passing and dropped another note.
"Hey," Emily snapped, "Watch it!"
"It's another note," Henry whispered.
Dear Author,
Until you write my happy ending, something you need will go missing.
-Hyde
"Something I need?" Henry questioned.
"I don't like the sound of that," Emily breathed, "Let's go home.
"Agreed."
The twins paid for their meals, and Emily got a to-go cup for her cocoa. As they walked toward the apartment Henry thought over Hyde's threat in his head. He heard a light thump.
"Something I need," he wondered aloud, "What do you think he means Em? Em?"
Henry turned, only to see his sister's cocoa cup on the ground, spilling hot chocolate, with a note attached.
Dear Author,
You have two options. Write my happy ending, … or write your sister's eulogy.
-Hyde
