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Emma was on her lunch break. It was a gorgeous day and she decided to go by the park. She didn't have any notes to leave for Henry, but maybe ha had left her something. Sure enough when she got to the gazebo, the stone was turned. She pulled it out and grabbed the envelope inside.

She was about to open it when she remembered Henry's spiel about how this had to be secret. What kind of mother would she be if he found out that she was reading the letters in public?

Emma sighed and tucked the envelope into her jacket pocket. She had to be getting back to the station anyway. She could read it when she got there.

As luck would have it, Emma had no time at all to read the letter until late that night in her bedroom. Ruby's car had run off the road into a ditch, someone had broken into Mr. Gold's shop again and then Leroy got drunk and started causing trouble. The second she walked in the door, Mary Margaret had dinner ready.

Now it was close to eight o'clock and she was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the bed with the envelope in her hands. She carefully slit it open and pulled out the paper inside. She smoothed it on the bed before she started to read.

To whichever one of you finds this first,

O.K. Don't be mad, but I lied to both of you. Kind of. This dead letter drop is meant to get you two to talk to each other in a new way. Who are you talking to? Well I'm not going to tell you. It could be someone you know or someone you don't know. It might be someone you like or someone you hate. Maybe it's a man, maybe it's a woman. Please keep writing to each other. You have to make sure you type the letters and make sure that the other person can't tell who you are because that'll take the fun out of this. Just please keep talking to each other. Trust me here. It's like pen pals only you have no idea who it is you're writing to. It could be anyone in town! Well, except for me.

Now go write your first letter to your mystery correspondent. Have fun!

-Your friend

Emma couldn't believe what she had just read. Henry had set her up? There was no way she was letting this slide. Then again, he had gone to all this trouble to type the letter and set up the drop. Plus there was her inner child that was squealing with delight at the prospect of such a mystery.

She sighed and walked over to her desk where she turned on her laptop. There was no guarantee that this mystery correspondent would write back and at least this way she could tell Henry that it wasn't her fault. Her fingers hovered over the keyboard for a moment before she started typing.

Regina had walked by the park twice the day after Henry had suggested the dead letter drop, but both times she had found the stone in its normal position. The next day, she walked to the office and glanced at the stone. She was surprised to find the stone flipped.

She glanced around to check that no one was watching before crouching down next to the gazebo and pulling out the stone. There was an envelope sitting in the hole. She carefully pulled it out and tucked it into her coat pocket to read later on. Right now, she had to get to the office for a meeting.

Regina was hard pressed to sit through the meeting. It was the same thing as always. Well, except for the fact that Sheriff Swan was ten minutes late although that was becoming commonplace.

Regina tried to remain focused, but her mind kept wandering back to that envelope. It was probably just a simple note, but she wanted to see what it said so badly. By the time the meeting was finally over, her mind had concocted a million different things that could be contained in that letter.

But not one of her ideas came close to the reality.

She slit open the envelope with her silver letter opener and laid the paper out on her desk.

It appears we've been lied to. My friend set this dead letter drop up with me and I got a letter from him saying that it was a plot to start the two of us communicating. I'm not really sure who you are and I'll bet you're just as confused, so here are seven random facts about me:

1. I'm scared of dogs. I got bitten by one when I was little and I've been terrified of them ever since.

2. I'm a huge fan of Queen. I like lots of old bands, but Queen will always be the best.

3. My favorite color is red

4. I love all things Marvel, especially the Avengers

5. My favorite food is tacos.

6. I did the cinnamon challenge once and failed epically. I love cinnamon, but that was insane.

7. I was told not to tell you who I am, so you can call me…Disney.

Okay, I kind of just came up with that name off the top of my head. You don't have to write back if you don't want to. I just wrote this so my friend wouldn't freak out at me. If you do decide to write back, you know where to leave it.

-Disney

Regina reread the letter so she could be sure of what she had seen. Henry had tricked her? Why? Who the hell was this 'Disney' character anyway? But there was one question that seemed to take precedence over all else. Should she write back?

She shook her head. There was no way she was writing back to some stranger. Then again, this was Storybrooke. What was the worst thing that could happen? Nevertheless, Regina squashed the urge to type a response. She crumpled the paper and tossed it into the wastebasket. She would have to have a serious talk with Henry later on.

For the rest of the day, Regina tried to stay focused on her paperwork, but that letter kept rearing its way into her thoughts. There was something almost enticing about the idea of writing to a stranger. Neither of them would know who they were talking to, so maybe it would be fun.

No. It was ridiculous to even think about. 'Disney' had told her that she didn't have to write back anyway. Talking to a stranger who could possibly spill her secrets to all of Storybrooke would be stupid.

But after twenty-eight years of monotony, things were getting almost fun in this town. Maybe a secret correspondent would liven things up even more. Yes. She would write back.

No, she wouldn't.

Yes she would.

No.

Yes.

Regina went back and forth in her mind before she looked down and realized that she had scrawled 'Yes' across the budget report she was supposed to be reviewing. She sighed and rubbed her temples. If that wasn't a sign, she didn't know what one was.

"Fine," she muttered to herself. "Fine. I'll write back." She turned to her computer and started typing.

Emma found a new letter in the park that evening when she was walking home. It was dusk and there was no one around, so she sat down on a bench and tore it open eager to see what her new pen pal had written.

Disney,

I suppose we have been lied to. Obviously there's some reason for our friend to want us to communicate, so I suppose I'm willing to try it. In response to your list:

1. I'm not afraid of anything except perhaps spiders. I found one on my pillow when I was very young. It was rather scary.

2. I have never heard of Queen. I prefer Broadway tunes and classical/instrumental music.

3. My favorite color is gray.

4. I prefer DC over Marvel

5. My favorite food is lasagna

6. I have never done the cinnamon challenge. I don't like cinnamon.

7. Call me Glory.

Emma smiled and the little child in her almost had a heart attack. This was going to be fun.