"Mary Margaret, I just want to say that-" Emma began as she walked into the office that morning.
However, she was rudely interrupted by two gentlemen talking with Mary Margaret through the jail cell. One was thin, the other not-so-thin. One looked young, one looked older, they both held cigars in their possession, though neither of them were lit. Who were these people?
"Oh, Emma! Please, shut the door, lock it, quickly!" Mary pleaded. The two men turned to watch Emma as she did what Mary told her to.
"A sheriff taking orders from a prisoner?" the first man asked. "That's a first."
"Look, she's also my friend. Who the hell are you two?" Emma asked.
"They're my new lawyers. Well, one of them anyway. The other seems not too far away," Mary replied.
"I thought you had Mr. Gold on this," Emma said wearily.
"I can't trust him, so I called them in from Boston. I hear they are the best."
"I'm Allen," the first lawyer introduced. He was the thinner of the two, sharply dressed, looking a bit more sane already than Mr. Gold ever could be.
"Denny Crane," the second, more plump one introduced himself, shaking her hand, as did Allen.
Emma wasn't even going to get involved with these two, for although they seemed more sane than Mr. Gold, something just didn't fit the picture to her mind. She nodded to Mary Margaret, and the three continued their discussion about how they were to defend the girl in court against Regina.
