It wasn't hard to find Mary Margaret's apartment. Still it was strange. I'd never thought of Emma as a shared accommodation sort of person. It was a bit disheartening. I thought I had a better read of her, not to mention people in general. Still I was the number one psychologist in Boston. So what did it matter if I had missed one little detail about a friend. I still probably knew her better than she would like.

I knocked on the door. Seconds later she opened it with her hair in a mess and her eyes all puffy. All I could do was hug her. She held me as though I was the only thing there holding her up. And well maybe I was. I smoothed her hair as she cried in my arms. Moments like these I thanked Rose for the extra time I had up my sleeve. Time that could be spent doing doctorates in practically everything; in hence the psychology degree and the knowledge that came with that. I could help her.

After a soothing cup of tea Emma was finally able to talk without tearing up every five seconds. "Graham sounds like an amazing guy." I tried to smile at her hoping that it would be as contagious as they say it is.

Before she could even speak the kid from the night she left; her son, came through the door. "Hi Emma" he smiled. He looked at me "Oh you must be Sophie."

He was surprisingly charming for a ten year old boy. "That's me." I smiled back.

"Well mum's out at some meeting or well something and I thought we could hang out."

Emma smiled. It was the first time she had since I'd arrived. This kid would pull her out of this pain. He would be the one to help her move on. That's when Emma's phone went off. "Emma... I see... of course... I'll be there soon." She sighed as she ended the call. "I'm sorry Henry but I have to work."

His face dropped. "Yeah, Henry" He looked up at me. "You know Storybrooke really well, don't you?" he nodded. "Well I have no idea where anything is, other than here and the dinner. So why don't you show me around and tell me the history of the place."

He was practically beaming at me by the time I finished. "Well come on." He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the apartment. "See ya Emma." He called out over his shoulder and off we went.

It wasn't long before we were on the main street of the small town and Henry was telling me his version of the town's history. "Henry, I've seen a lot of strange things but that's just not possible."

He glared at me "Emma said you loved fairytales. She said you often say that Walt Disney got them wrong. I just thought you of all people would have believed me."

I stopped and took both his hands. He's right Walt Disney had got it wrong. The reason I knew that was because I'd been there. I have lived the life of a fairytale character. I had been forced into the ogre wars by my mother. Then I met a man called the Doctor. I ran way with him. To this strange place and well I didn't really want to relive my past. "Fairytales are real." He looked at me with a new hope. Shame I was about to destroy that hope. "They are but in a parallel world. You can't just jump from one parallel world to another."

"You're lying." Damn he had Emma's stupid gift.

"Ok you can, but not to the extent you're talking about. Sure maybe one or two could but not everyone. Not to mention it wouldn't affect their memory at all."

"But it's a curse. Curses are different." He whined.

"Fine! Give me proof. "

"It's all in the book."

"I'm talking about something more than just a book at could just as easily be made up. I'm talking about things that don't lie. I didn't just do psychology at uni. I did archaeology as well. You give me artefacts from this fairytale land and I'll tell you if you're on to something."

"Well it's about time you met Mr. Gold."

"What! Why!" I was dumbfounded. I still remember what that girl had said about him. How she was glad that I wasn't his kid.

"He's a pawnbroker and antiquities dealer so if you want archaeology he's the man to see. Why do you care? It's not like you know what he's like."

"I've been warned about him."

"Yeah well, he's Mr. Gold but you want artefacts and he has artefacts."

"If you're mum is really the one who in acted the curse then she would have artefacts too."

"Well I guess" he whined "but she would have them somewhere I can't find them."

"What about I just believe you?" Even though it was completely and utterly illogical.

He smiled back at me. "I'm good with that; but it sounds like you're scared of a man that you haven't even met."

"I'm not scared." I mocked back. "I'm just, just, just apprehensive."

"More like scared." He teased.

"Fine! We'll go to shop and I'll prove you wrong." I poked my tongue out at him.

"We'll see." He smiled as he dragged me towards the mysterious shop.

The place was a mess and the illustrious Mr. Gold was nowhere to be seen. I picked up a teapot. It wasn't from any fantasy book. "Royal Albert..." I mumbled.

"You have a fine eye which I'm sure would work even better if you placed the teapot down." Injected a Scottish voice from behind me.

I carefully placed the teapot back on the cluttered table before turning around. I froze. It was him. Oh my goodness. It was him. My eyes were caught in his gaze as he murmured just one word, "Rose".

It took me a few seconds to realise he was talking to me. I hadn't used that name for years. Henry looked from the man in the suit, the man I knew all too well, and back to me. It was like he was trying to solve a puzzle. Free from his gaze I grabbed Henry's hand. "You were right Henry," I muttered as my brain tried to focus. Somehow that man knew what I was talking about, I could see it in his eyes. "it's lunchtime" I added as I pulled Henry out of the shop and back onto the street. So much for having a merry Christmas.