We own no one but our own people
"Don't do this, Love," Hook pleaded with the younger blonde. "Please…"
"There's still a chance for your happiness, Hope. REAL happiness," Emma added desperately.
Hope didn't even bother turning around to face the two of them. They weren't worth it. Before anyone else could do or say anything to her, she waved her hand and disappeared in a puff of dark blue smoke.
Hope arrived safely back at her castle nestled high atop the forbidden mountains back in the Enchanted Forest. It had once belonged to Maleficent, but the mighty dragon had decided to settle down in Storybrooke, instead, so she could be close to her daughter, Lily. In the end she completely abandoned the tall dark towers of the building open to anyone who had the nerve to attempt to make it their own.
The blonde smirked to herself as she poured herself a glass of wine into a ornate decorated metal goblet. She walked over to one of the open windows and leaned against the wall, staring out over the edge of the clifftop where the cold water rested bellow. She briefly remembered the story her grandfather had told her, of his attack on the dragon in order to ultimately find his way back to his wife. As she took a sip of the blood red drink, Hope sneered at the memory. What she had once thought was a great act of bravery, turned out to be nothing more than a man too cowardly to live on without her.
"Regina's right you know," a voice chimed in from behind her, breaking her train of thought. "You could have at least come up with a new threat."
"I could have," Hope mused, still gazing off to the horizon. "But on the other hand why mess with a classic?"
She turned on her heel and sauntered over to the large ornate mirror standing in the middle of the rooml. She had stolen it from Regina's vault in a way that was almost too easy, and an all too familiar face stared back at her.
"Besides, in MY curse," Hope grinned at the man in the mirror. "Regina, Zelena.. all of them are going to finally learn how to TRULY take away someone's happy ending."
"You realize, that's what they all say at one point," Sidney told her raising a ghostly brow at the woman. "And all of them found that-."
"Yes, yes, I know. They found love, either with their children or their soulmates or themselves and realized their revenge wasn't all it was cracked up to be…" She rolled her pale blue eyes to the dark rafters far above her. "But I'm different. I've learned from their mistakes. I have found a sure fire way not to mess up my own happiness."
"Which is?"
Hope smirked slowly as she took another sip of the wine. "It's simple, Sidney. You just don't love."
"Easier said than done, I'm afraid."
"Oh please. You're just saying that because you're still obsessed with the Queen. As a matter of fact, the only reason why you're my mirror is because you had a choice of who had the honor; you or Regina. And you choose yourself."
She laughed loudly at what she considered to be sheer stupidity. "Sacrificing yourself for a woman who never even looked twice at you. Not to mention who is the reason you were trapped in the mirror world in the first place…" She paused to sneer at him, leaning forward and dropping her voice in a slight harsh whisper. "Even now, I can't get over how utterly pathetic that is."
But surprisingly, the mirror seemed unaffected by her words. Or at the very least he hid them well with a new smug expression of his own. "Speaking of loving those who've done us wrong, need I remind you about why you're so desperate for revenge in the first place?" He asked.
Hope's smile vanished, replaced with a glare as she scowled at the mirror for a moment. All the amusement was gone from her features and something snapped inside her. Without thinking, she threw her half full goblet at the looking glass, shattering it to bits and sending a wave of clattering pieces crashing down onto the stone floor at her feet.
"You realize that breaking a mirror doesn't actually hurt me right?" Sidney's voice rang out from another smaller less decorated mirror that hung on the wall to her right. "It just means you have sharp splinters of glass to pick up... Not to mention seven years bad luck."
"You don't talk about him!" Hope barked at the reflective servant. She stormed over to the mirror he had reappeared in, her sharp heels clicking dangerously on the stone floor with every step until she was inches away from it. "You don't ever talk about him!"
"I was only trying to say-."
"HE didn't do me wrong! HE didn't hurt me! It was her. It was ALL HER! That curly haired wench who ruined EVERYTHING, who took EVERYTHING from me!" She roared, turning very red in the face as she stood toe to toe with her mirror.
A familiar dark fire roared to life inside of Hope at the mention of a past life. One that seemed like a distant memory now, brought back along with a thousand painful memories of when she was good and innocent and wholesome and kind, back when she had lived up to the name her parents gave her. Back when she and Robyn would have sleepovers at one another's houses and would stay up until three in the morning gossiping about school and their friends and family. Back when they would spend most of the night talking about the boys that Hope and Alexandra thought were cute while Robyn always ended up talking about the girls she thought were pretty.
At twelve years old, Hope had been the first one Robyn had come out to. On a seemingly random day out together, she had told Hope how she liked the girls in their class instead of the boys, long before she told her mother or aunt. Even before she told her brother, Roland, in the realm crossing letter system that Regina had magicked up so the two siblings (and other families and friends) could stay in touch with one another. Even before she told her own father during one of her weekly visits to the cemetery.
Hope had accepted her best friend with open arms and without hesitation. In fact, immediately after that, she had asked which girl in their class Robyn had a crush on so that she could help play matchmaker for her. They had ran home giggling and squealing, planning future weddings and families they would have and cherishing that moment of innocent youth.
But all that was over now. Robyn had not only betrayed her, but she actually claimed to LOVE that disgusting monster. Robyn had been the one to bring Alice to Storybrooke. She was almost as responsible for what happened as Alice was.
Hope felt the memories coming back, memories she tried to banish for fear that they would make her weak. Memories of handsome eyes that were only for her, a smile that warmed her, hands that held her so strongly and promised to never let go.
He had been so good to her. So kind and warm and loving.
He hadn't meant to hurt Hope the way he did, she knew he didn't.
Then Alice had to take everything from her. Alice had destroyed her happiness in one swoop, taking her love, her future, her everything. And then… Then, after she had ruined all that, she had taken even more…
Hope shuddered. The memory was far too painful for her to re-live right now. Maybe even ever. An icy shiver ripped through her body as she was reminded of all that she had lost, reminding her why she was doing this. Not that she did, but if doubt ever tried to trick her, these memories were what kept her strong.
Shutting her eyes to keep the mirror from seeing her pain, she waved her hand at the mirror that had previously shattered. There was a clinking sound of glass tapping together, lifting from the ground and fixing itself like a puzzle until it looked as new as the day it had been made.
"I need to be quick about it though," Hope said, changing the topic of conversation with a tone that was suddenly calm and formal, like they were two colleagues discussing a normal days business. She turned away and went over to her desk drawer, pulling out the only object inside; a black scroll that contained her spell. Gently running her fingers over it, she took a slow breath to calm her rapid breathing. "They're going to try to stop me. They have my grandparents and my parents on their side, along with those the rest of my family. As well as the two witches, that forest smelling thug... Their side has everyone and I have no one."
For less than half of a heartbeat, there was a pinprick of sadness that stabbed at her but it was gone before the blonde could fully examine it.
"I can't let them plot against me for over a year like Regina did for my grandparents," said Hope. "That's how they figured out a plan to send my mom through the wardrobe. If she had struck quicker, then the curse never would have been broken. So that's exactly what I'm going to do. Like I said-."
"Learn from past mistakes," Sidney sighed, having heard that particular quote many a time from the blonde now.
Hope smirked as she waved her hand. Suddenly the wine goblet was back in her hand, half full, exactly how it was before she threw it. She took a slow and deliberate sip. "And that, my dear mirror, is precisely why I'm going to win and why everyone else is going to lose."
"And what precisely is your big master plan? You already tried the sleeping curse and that turned out exactly the same as it always does."
Hope's face fell at the reminder of her failure. "That was a fluke. If Zelena hadn't cast that locator spell, Alice would still be laying in that forest, trapped in that fiery netherworld."
"So your plan is to just hope Regina, Zelena AND your mother don't use magic to defeat you?"
"My plan is to strike first before they have a CHANCE to use their magic. Then…" An evil grin overtook her pale beautiful face. "I'm going to split them all apart."
"What are you talking about?"
Hope smirked as she strode around the room. Returning to the window and gazing outside once more, excited for the possibilities the open space promised her. Almost like the world itself was telling her that she was in control. That she had a blank canvas with which to work.
"That was the problem with the original curse. The Dark Fairy's curse, Gothel's… They kept all the heroes together. Even when they didn't know each other, Alice still had her father, Regina was still friends with Ella and Lucy. Most of the families and friendships remained intact in Regina's dark curse. Fiona sent them all to the same realm and still had Henry in Emma's life… That's how heroes always win. By working together," she muttered, disgusted. "So…in order to BEAT the heroes, you SEPARATE the heroes. That was the one thing Victoria Belfrey had going for her back when she thought she cast the curse. And maybe if she really had, then she would have won." Hope sneered. "If you take away the thing they love most, destroy the purest form of true love between a parent and their children… You can win." She paused, letting out a soft chuckle. "Oh Regina and my grandparents and that whole crew can stay in Storybrooke, sure. Because even if they somehow break the spell, they won't be able to even begin to know where to look for their children and they won't have any memory of their parents or their life before the curse." A wild eyed glint shined in her pale orbs. "It's the perfect plan."
"Every curse can be broken with true love's kiss," Sidney reminded her.
"Yes… True Love's kiss… Too bad no one's true love is going to be near enough for it to work…"
"Speaking of true love… You know what you have to do to enact the curse," said Sidney. "Do you really think you can pay that steep of a price?"
"Of course I can," said Hope without a moment's hesitation. Then, too quietly for the mirror to hear, she added; "I already have."
Sidney withheld a shudder. Even Regina had waged a debate with herself for a few minutes after she found out what had to be done in order to enact her revenge. Was it possible that Hope was as truly gone as she seemed?
"They choose the losing side. They knew the consequences of their actions," she finished as she magicked away the goblet from her hand. "And now they get to suffer with the rest of them."
The blonde witch heard a familiar 'poof' of smoke before she felt the presence of magic. She smirked as she heard the following footsteps running into her room.
"Hope!"
"Speak of the Devil," she practically purred as she turned to look at her parents, both still dressed in their outfits from that disgusting wedding they had just been at as if to add insult to injury as they reminded her just who they had chosen.
"If you're here to invite me to the reception, I must say I don't particularly care for wedding cake."
"This has gone on long enough," Emma told her daughter with a no nonsense bark making the younger blonde raise a perfectly manicured brow at the sheriff. "First, you put Alice under a sleeping curse then you threaten to curse the entire realm?"
"See that's where you're mistaken, Emma. A threat is what happens when you have no intention on following through with things. I PROMISE to curse the entire realm." Hope said boldly.
"Don't call me that, I'm your mother," Emma bit back.
Hope chuckled, sending shivers down her parents spine as she did. It was dark and cruel and cold, so much more different than the light hearted warm laughter she had in her youth, the one that reminded them all so much of Snow's.
"Oh really? You wanna play the 'mom' card now?" Hope went over and stood in front of the blonde, neither one backing down away from the other. "You never loved me, Emma. Neither of you ever cared about me."
"That's not true, Love," Hook pleaded.
The black haired pirate was fighting back his own emotions. This was the beautiful baby he had stared at in awe and amazement for hours when they first brought her home. This was the adorable little girl he had taught everything about sailing to, to the point where she rivaled him when it came to taking control of the Jolly Roger. This was the kind hearted teenager he had taken outside of the magical town of Storybrooke when she was eighteen because she wanted to meet with a Navy recruiter so she could follow in his footsteps just two weeks before the tragedy.
This was his daughter. This was his little Seahorse.
"We always loved you," Hook told her, forcing himself to push away the memories before they could break him. "More than anything else on this earth, Seahorse, you know that."
"No!" She barked as she rounded on her father, eyes burning a hatred until he almost didn't recognise her. "No you didn't! Because if you had, then you wouldn't have let Alice ruin everything! You wouldn't have let her destroy my life, you wouldn't have let her take EVERYTHING from me!"
"She didn't know what would happen! WE didn't know what would happen!" Emma argued. "If you want someone to blame, blame us."
"Oh trust me I do. But Alice is the one who took everything from me, so she has to pay for what she did first." She held up the spell between her thumb and finger with a smug grin. "And she will."
"You don't need to cast that," Hook pleaded. "You can be happy again without cursing the entire realm. You can find happiness again, even now, even after everything that's happened. Just look at me, and Regina and everyone. We all lost hope at one point, but then we found it again." He reached for her and Hope wasn't sure if the pun was intended or not.
Either way she ignored it.
"You're right. I can be happy again." Her sickly sweet smile put both Hook and Emma on the alert. "I can be happy again when I condemn Alice to an eternity of misery."
"You aren't going to cast that curse," Emma told her. Hope's rather frightening smile was replaced by a sharp glare.
"Who's gonna stop me? You? Do you really think your magic is stronger than mine?"
"I meant, that you aren't going to cast it because this isn't you," Emma clarified, every word overflowing with emotion. "I don't care what happened to you, I don't care what you lost, you still have light inside of you. You still have the love and joy that makes you, YOU! You are STILL my little Hope. You aren't going to pay the price of that curse, and you aren't going to make an entire realm suffer because of revenge."
Hope glared at her mother as the world's she spoke rattled around inside her. Once again that needle sized pinch of regret and sadness gnawed at her. Emma swore she saw tears fill Hope's pale eyes but they were gone before she could confirm anything.
Any look of emotions was replaced by a fury and anger, the only emotions Hope seemed to feel these days. She stared down her mother.
"Get out."
"Hope, please," Emma said as Hope turned on her heel and stormed away from her parents.
"Get out of my castle!" The younger blonde snapped. When neither made a move to leave Hope held out her hand and a dark blue ball of fire appeared in her palm. "I said LEAVE!"
Hook swallowed hard while Emma just gave her a look of pity. It was almost as bad as when they tried talking to her. Hope almost threw the fire on that look alone but then they poofed away in a hail of light gray smoke at the last minute.
Hope extinguished the flames and stormed up to the mirror and even Sidney knew not to offer a comment.
"Show it to me!" She barked and he at once knew exactly what she was talking about.
Hope watched as the image of the man in the mirror faded away in a beautiful scene of white sandy shore and crystal blue water, so clear you could see the bottom as far as the eye could stretch. Hope let her shoulders slump, gazing into the setting while the familiar comforting scent of salt and sea and sand enveloped her in a warm blanket.
The usually comforting view she had Sidney show her, only when she was particularly emotional, did nothing to help her this night. The hate and anger was still as prevalent as ever, almost overwhelming when she realized she would never get to enjoy seeing the sea again, she would never smile as the wind blew in her hair while she sailed on the open waters. She would never be content just to hear the real crash of the waves against the shore…
It was just one more thing Alice has taken from her and Hope swore that she would pay for that…
No matter what the cost.
PRESENT DAY STORYBROOKE
Robyn soon entered an insufferably quaint looking little town. There were people mulling to and fro, various store fronts with housing that looked almost exactly the same as the ones beside them, like someone had copy and pasted the buildings themselves side by side. The whole place looked rather boring, if she was being honest with herself. She glanced around, trying to find something familiar, something to jog her memory, as she walked down the sidewalk, but while it was all the same and boring… It was also nothing remotely familiar.
But she wasn't here to critique the place, she was here to get help. She doubt she was from this town; no one seemed to recognize her, no one even gave her so much as a friendly wave or nod.
Whoever she was, she was not well known in this little town, but that didn't mean they couldn't help her.
She walked a bit further on, hoping that SOMEONE would call out to her, recognise her and shout her name. Do anything so that she wouldn't feel quite so alone and frightened... But there was nothing. It was as if she was invisible.
Just as she began to think she would need to approach one of the people herself to ask for help, a small yellow car pulled up alongside her. Robyn watched in silence as a blonde woman in her mid thirties and a red leather jacket climbed from the front seat and stood by the side of the volkswagen, leaning against it slightly.
"Do you know me?" Robyn asked the woman instantly, praying for a conformation.
"Um, no, I actually pulled over because I noticed you're new in town," she explained. "People here get a little antsy when new people walk into Storybrooke and they call the sheriff so I have to come check it out."
Robyn felt both disappointed that she was indeed 'new' to the town she had somehow wound up in, but also relieved that she had stumbled on a cop.
"You're the sheriff?" Robyn asked, just to confirm what she had told her in case Robyn had misheard.
The blonde nodded. "Yeah, my name's Emma Swan. And you are?"
The seemingly simple question, which to anyone else would have had a simple answer, instead brought tears to Robyn's eyes. "I don't know," she said as she sniffed weakly.
Emma blinked. "... I'm sorry?"
"I don't know who I am."
"Like in a hippie 'I'm searching for myself' kind of way?"
"No, I literally have no idea who I am," Robyn clarified. "I woke up in the forest outside of this town and I can't remember anything. I don't remember my life or who I am or how I got here… I have no memories of anything. The only reason I even know my own name is because I have my ID on me."
Emma's face fell as she looked over the dark blonde woman. "I'm… I'm so sorry." She paused. "You said you know your name?"
Robyn nodded as she wiped away her tears on the back of her hand. She didn't know who she was or her history but she did know that she didn't like to showing her tears.
"Robyn Sheridan."
"Okay, Robyn, why don't you get in my car and I'll drive you to the hospital okay? Get you checked out. You don't seem injured but it's better to be safe than sorry and maybe the doctor can help figure something out."
She just nodded in silence as she got into the little yellow bug. It was comfortable and the warm smell somewhat helped her relax. Soon they were heading off down the little side streets of Storybrooke.
"So what state am I in?" Robyn asked after a long stretch of awkward silence. "I am in the US right? Or did England elect an American sheriff?"
"You are in a little corner of Maine in a small fishing village called Storybrooke," Emma told her as she turned down another street. "I've lived here as long as I can remember."
Seeing the look on Robyn's face at the common expression, Emma gave her an apologetic smile. "We're gonna find out what happened to you, Robyn. I promise."
Before the dark blonde woman could respond - not that she knew how - Emma's phone rang.
"Sheriff Swan," she answered. "Uh huh. Yeah." Robyn barely paid attention to the conversation the sheriff was having, turning to gaze out the window at her new surroundings until the blonde suddenly went quiet. Robyn looked over at her, and saw her jaw dropping slightly with a confused frown burrowing on her forehead.
"What?" Robyn asked. "Sheriff, what's going on?"
"Um… Yeah, I- I actually just picked up a girl with memory issues, too. No... No she's completely fine apart from the amnesia."
"What's going on?" Robyn asked again.
"Alright. Yeah, I'll be right there. Thanks."
Emma put her phone down and did a three point turn, going back the way she came.
"Apparently amnesia is spreading," Emma told her as she sped up her car back down the street. "They found another girl with memory issues."
Robyn's eyes went wide. "She… Wait, another girl with amnesia? Do you think we could be connected?
"Possibly. I mean, the chance of two separate cases is a pretty odd coincidence. Only she apparently isn't taking it as well as you are."
Emma sped up even faster and Robyn sat beside her in silence, her mind going over the new information a mile a minute. Two girls arriving in the same town with the exact same memory problems? There was no way that was a coincidence. Somehow they were connected. They had to be.
Emma drove down to the underpass where there was a short barrel chested man in jeans, a dark jacket over a flannel shirt with a brown beanie on top of his head. He was standing across from a young woman who appeared to be around Robyn's age. She wore a men's tattered green army jacket over a hospital gown and a pair of ripped black leggings underneath. Her pale face was framed wild tangled blonde curls and she had the palest blue eyes Robyn had ever seen. In one hand her fingers were clenched into a fist, and in the other… She held a rather large hunting knife.
Robyn's first thoughts was that she was beautiful. Stunning, in every way.
Her next though was that she looked absolutely terrified.
"She's crazy!" Leroy yelled at Emma as the sheriff pulled up nearby and got out of her car. She quickly walked up to the man, looking much more in control than he did. Robyn watched from the safety of the car, but something was biting in the back of her mind, telling her to follow. "I went up to ask if she was okay and she stole my knife!"
"Leroy, calm down," Emma told him strictly as she looked over at the skittish blonde woman. "What's your name?" she asked the curly hair blonde.
"Alice," she said with a trembling voice full of tears in a thick almost cockney British accent. "Alice Carroll. Or- or that's what the name on the badge says I don't- I don't know me, I don't know you, I don't know anyone. I don't know Alice Carroll, she's a stranger, Alice is a stranger, I don't like strangers, I don't wanna be a stranger."
Her words came out in quick rapid pace and she paced back and forth, walking along in dirty brown boots that were splashing water from the shallow river beneath the bridge.
Emma raised a brow at the sick woman, suddenly far more alert than she was a few moments ago. "It's nice to meet you, Alice. My name's Emma. You wanna put down the knife so we can talk? Then I won't be a stranger anymore."
Alice said nothing, just kept patting her thigh with the flat edge of the blade. She swallowed hard as her eyes shifted quickly from Emma to Leroy and back again.
"I can't remember anything," she cried out. "We- I can't see clear, I need to see clear, I can't see clear when I can't remember anything, I need to remember so I can see. I'm blind right now, blind as a bat, I don't wanna be blind I wanna see and I wanna remember but I can't remember, I can't!" She babbled without pause.
"Told you she was nuts," Leroy muttered.
Emma ignored him and took a cautious step towards Alice. "Okay, Alice, I need to put down the knife and come with me. I'm gonna get you some help," the sheriff explained.
"I don't know where I am, I don't- I don't wanna be here. I wanna be someplace I know, I don't know where I am, I wanna be somewhere else, I wanna be somewhere I know."
"I'll get you to somewhere you know, but you have to put the knife down." Emma said as she took another step towards Alice but the sheriff had apparently gotten to close because Alice suddenly raised the knife and pointed it directly at her. Her pale hand was shaking so hard that it was a wonder how she managed to hold onto the knife at all.
"You're lying! You can't take me somewhere I know because I don't know anything, I don't know anywhere or anything or anybody!" Alice cried.
Robyn watched, horrified as Emma's hand went to the gun resting on her hip. In two quick moves she pulled it out and pointed it at the terrified curly haired blonde.
"Don't!" Robyn cried. Without think she pushed open the door, nearly falling onto her knees in her rush to get out. But she didn't let that slow her. As soon as she was free of the seatbelt still trying to hold onto her arm, she jumped to her feet and ran over to Emma.
"Robyn, get back in the car!" The sheriff ordered, but Robyn ignored the demand as she stood in between the two blondes.
"You can't shoot her!" Robyn yelled.
"Do you recognize her?"
"No but she's obviously sick! You can't shoot someone like that!"
"Get back in the car now or I will take you to jail instead of the hospital."
Robyn didn't move a muscle. Instead she scowled at her and tightened her hands into stubborn fists.
"Did you not hear me?" She told Emma with a surprising command to her voice. A tone that she had no idea existed inside her until now. "I said leave her alone. Let me talk to her, maybe I can get her to calm down. Just put the gun away already." She paused, and added; "Please."
Emma looked at her for a moment, having a silent debate about it in her mind, before she finally lowered the gun and gave her a curt nod. Who knows, she told herself, maybe the first amnesia girl could actually get through to the second amnesia girl.
Emma sighed. When she woke up that morning, it had been such a normal day.
Meanwhile, Robyn took a deep breath before she turned around to face the still very frightened woman.
"Alice?" The curly haired blonde eyed this new woman apprehensively, and still refused to lower the knife. "My name's Robyn.
"Robyn… like the bird, like the thief, the thief is a bird, the bird stole my memories and she flew away, I wanna fly away, I wanna fly away where I can remember 'cause I can't remember anything here." Alice babbled, somewhat softer now.
"I can't remember anything either," Robyn quickly informed her. Alice's pale blue eyes grew wide with this new information. She watched Robyn carefully as the dark blonde took a careful step closer. "The only reason I know my name is because I saw my ID in my wallet. But other than that I don't remember anything. Just like you."
Alice's lip trembled and she lowered the knife half a hair. "Just like me." She whispered.
"I don't know what's wrong with us and trust me, I am just as scared as I know you are."
"I just wanna remember," Alice pleaded, suddenly tears flooded her eyes and began to stream down her face. A new expression of something close to trust on her face, almost as if Robyn was the one who could give her back her memories, breaking her heart in the process with a mixture of confused relief and fear.
Robyn truly wanted to help this girl. She wanted to help this poor beautiful scared woman more than she wanted even her own memories back. She was so scared, so lost, so innocent. Alice didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve the fear she was feeling.
"Please let me remember," she begged desperately.
Even Leroy's anger melted away at the pathetic sounding plea. He glanced at Emma and the two shared a look that was almost pitiful.
"You will," Robyn told her, her own voice beginning to crack. She took another slow step towards her. "We both will. Emma's the sheriff, and she's going to take us to a hospital. They can help us there. They're gonna help us get our memories back."
Robyn held out her hand towards the curly hair blonde and looked over her face. There was nothing left for her to say, she so put all the words remaining into her expression, silently begging Alice to trust her with nothing but her eyes.
Alice sniffed away the last of the tears that broke free before she handed the knife to Robyn who, without breaking eye contact, immediately held it back behind her, allowing the sheriff to take it from her. When the knife was safely away from them both, she offered a sad smile to the curly hair blonde as she reached over and put her arm around her. Slowly she began guiding her towards the car, giving her a comforting back rub as she walked.
"Come on, Alice." Robyn said softly. "Let's go get our memories back."
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