Storybrooke, Maine

A light appeared at the end of the dark tunnel. Wagons full of dust sat abandoned through the man-made caverns. With a cheerful twitter a streak-backed oriole fluttered up from the drafty mine through one of the small ventilation ducts. Its orange head stood out strongly against the black and white of its wings as it zipped across the sky. Bird enthusiasts would know it as a streak-backed oriole.

It circled in an unusual pattern over the town of Storybrooke, Maine until it found an open window. Fluttering down into the small shop set far away from Main Street, in what the residents could easily consider the red light district, the bird chirruped and came to sit on the back of a leather office chair. Not even the swirl of orange cloud made its presence known to those within.

Two young women ran the shop, twins in height and basic figure only. Currently they were in the front room away from the open office window. A length of black curtain hid the door to the office from the customers, though as there were none at the moment it was slightly pulled open.

The more mature woman, dressed mostly in white with a touch of pink for flair, didn't look at all like she was the type to run the sort of shop it was. She was dressed far too conservatively, all the way up to the blonde curls she kept in a bun. Her teal-colored eyes were set behind a classy pair of pink-framed glasses. They were favorite pair, in fact, not that she had needed glasses back home. She looked to her sister and sighed. If she didn't know any better she would have thought that the girl had A.D.D or something with the way she was pacing.

"Why don't you go outside and chase your tail or something?"

The girl glared at her with red-tinged eyes through a mane of brunette bangs. "Shut up Amberly." Unlike Amber, she was dressed in a gothic grunge sort of look, making her tanned skin look washed out. Her style might have had her showing off a little more of the limited goods, but she too had an air about her that said she didn't belong in the shop. It must have been the discomfort of being surrounded by nothing but sex all day. Neither of them particularly enjoyed the act.

Amberly rolled her eyes and set her clipboard down. "Do we need to order anything?"

"Dunno."

She twitched and cast a stern look in her sister's general direction. "I asked you to do the order sheet this week." Though she snapped the words out, she couldn't really blame the girl for not doing it, but they had a business to run. It didn't matter that they sort of really hated being surrounded by adult paraphernalia all day long. People came in and bought the stuff, so Amber would sell it until she could find a way home.

"Don't care."

"Feryal!" Amberly started, but the rest of her speech caught in her throat as she noticed movement in the doorway of the office. She gripped the clipboard in her fingers, a growl rising in her throat as she stormed into the office. Intruders and thieves had far more to fear from her than she did from them. "Whose in there?!"

Her sister followed close behind, a knife hidden in the palm of her hand. Fery always had some weapon or another for cases like this. If it weren't for several different reasons they would have probably been questioned by the rather interesting new Sheriff or one of her family members by now.

What they stumbled upon, however, was not what they could have anticipated. Amber's shoulders straightened and her sister's head tilted to the side in confusion. In the chair behind the office desk sat someone they hadn't seen for centuries. The crafty devil grinned at them as he lit his pipe.

"I never expected you to wind up in such a place, highness." He said to her teasingly. For all her surprise, Amberly still managed to glare at him, insulted. He laughed and turned his attentions to the dark haired version of her instead. "And how is my favorite pup?"

Fery grinned, her palmed weapon slipping discreetly away as she made her way to sit at the orange-haired man's feet. No doubt she thought he had a treat for her, though he probably did. He always seemed to have something sweet on him ever since the first time they met in their world.

Amberly scoffed as her sister was petted, the mere audacity of the two offending her more than the posters of naked men on her right ever could. "How did you get here, Kaext?" She wanted to throw the clipboard at him. The twitch of his eyebrows made her freeze, however. "I-I mean… your Majesty…"

"Well, that is a rather funny story," was Kaext's cheeky reply, "The short version is I flew through the window."