You will always find something in the last place you look.

They walked silently, the light whisper of the wind between the enormous trees was the only sound that accompanied their footsteps.

Mary Margaret still felt unbalanced, though it had been a few hours since Emma woke her up. The pain in her head was still there and she felt like she didn't sleep at all. She felt like - during what she thought was sleep - she was awake inside her head, but could not do anything. When Emma had had enough sleep and opened her eyes, she shook Mary Margaret who finally could move again. Of course, she thought she was imagining this… but somewhere deep down she was grateful Emma woke her up. She wasn't sure she could have done it on her own.

They decided to continue their walk in the same direction that they were heading the day before.

The big pine trees were now surrounded by smaller plants and there were other trees among them as well. The change of environment reassured them that they were heading the right way.

Her hurting head did not make it easy for Mary Margaret to concentrate. She almost fell a few times or slipped in the mud. Emma caught her each time, though her worried look followed her friend every second. She could see something wasn't right.

"Are you… okay?" She finally brought herself to ask the question."You look like you haven't slept at all, though I could barely wake you up… What's wrong?"

"Nothing…" Mary Margaret knew she could no longer deny it, when her eyes met Emma's worried look. "Well… I don't know. My head aches, that's all…" She massaged her forehead with her eyes closed, then added: "I didn't sleep well. My head is so… full."

Emma looked rather surprised and confused, so the brunette explained. "It's like…You know this feeling, when you read or study a lot. Like, for hours. And you feel like your head is about the explode, that there is too much information inside…" She closed her eyes again. "My head hurts like that since I fell asleep." When she realized how worried Emma had become, she said quickly "Hey, but don't worry, I'm sure it's nothing! It'll go away. I just need to go home. Both of us do." She pointed out and started walking again. Emma followed her, still not convinced her friend was okay, but she didn't want to push it.

Slowly, the dark forest started to brighten, and though it still was deserted and somehow dead, they sighed when they reached the edge of the forest.

The view though, surprised them.

A huge castle emerged in the middle of a lake with such grace it amazed them. The mountains around them were covered with snow. It was breath-taking. But somehow empty. There was no movement inside the castle, but it wasn't the reason why they felt that way. Like the magical place, this gorgeous fortress lacked what its heart was – magic.

"Oh, wow." Emma said with her eyes wide open. She didn't look at the woman next to her, but asked a rather rhetorical question. "Where the hell are we?"

"It's so beautiful…" Mary Margaret started crying as a strangely familiar emotion rushed through her. She felt like the happiest person in the whole world, she sensed so much love inside her that was not possible to hold onto it all.

Why does an old building have this kind of effect on me?

But she knew it wasn't the castle that squeezed her heart. It was something related to this place, to this beach. She closed her eyes as she felt nonexistent, yet strong hands holding her, someone hugging her and a scent. A scent she had smelled before. Somehow David's face appeared in her mind, though she couldn't figure out why she'd think about him this moment. What did he and this place have in common? Nothing… Or…

"… I never want it off your finger…"

Another strange wave of emotions shook her and her eyes opened wide. Who said that? Who was it? How could she remember something she hadn't even heard before?

Without thinking she whispered the only thing she wanted to say, though she had no idea, why.

"What do you think…?"

Emma looked at her, surprised. "It's… nice, I guess. Though it's a bit too kitschy for me…" She noticed Mary Margaret's eyes were full of tears."Hey, what is it? What's wrong?"

Mary Margaret couldn't understand a thing that had just happened, she was shocked and confused and happy beyond imagination – again, she was clueless why -, but she smiled as she said: "I think someone proposed to me on this beach."