"You don't know?", Emma asked. "You don't know who you are?"
"No..." The girl frowned. "Where am I?"
"Storybrooke", Emma said. "You're in Storybrooke."
She reached her hand to her neck, where a necklaces with a key on it rested. "That's a funny name for a town."
"Yeah, well. Speaking of names, do you at least know yours?"
"No. I can't remember anything."
"Huh."
"Wait..." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. "This says... Alicia. Maybe that's my name?"
Emma shrugged. "Sounds right. Even if it's not, it's something to call you. So, Alicia, welcome to Storybrooke."
"Thanks..."
Emma turned to Regina. "Do you have anything that can bring back her memories?"
Regina frowned. "I might... But don't you think whoever wiped her memories had a reason?"
"Not a good one..."
"Do you know that? They gave her her name, so obviously whoever it is cares about her, at least a little. Maybe they wiped her memories to protect her."
"But that would mean someone's after her, which would mean we're all in danger. So either way, we need to know what's up."
Regina sighed. "Fine. Take her to my office, I'll be there in an hour."
Alicia looked down at what she was wearing. A light blue blouse, a pink skirt that reached to her knees, and white shoes with inch-high heels. "Is this actually what you people wear?"
"Yes, it's what teenagers wear", Emma said.
"Mom", said Henry, "It's really not. Maybe when you were a teen in the 90s, but..."
"Ok, Henry, that's enough from you."
Alicia laughed a bit at the two. "Well, at least my hair is better now."
"Yeah, no leaves."
Regina came into the office. "Alright. So, memory spell." She raised her hands and began casting a spell, but frowned.
"Regina? What is it?", Emma asked.
"I... I can't do anything. Her memories are frozen. Only she can get them out."
