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Italics are scenes shown in the Enchanted Forest, and Bold Italics are scenes that are a part of Rosie's life in the Enchanted Forest!

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Emma was helping me make dinner when we realized that we had no milk. She offered to stay at home with Liv (though she seemed a little uncomfortable with the thought) while I went down to the grocery store to grab some. Luckily for me, it was still open, so I got my milk and had begun my drive home when I saw Mary Margaret walking down the street. I slowed down as I pulled next to her. "Mary Margaret Blanchard," I said as I lowered the window. Mary Margaret smiled a little when she saw me.

"Why are you out so late?" I asked when I came to a stop.

"Well, I'm a teacher, not a nun," She joked. "I had a date."

"I'm guessing it went well?" I said.

"As well as they ever do," Mary Margaret answered.

"Did he at least pay?" I asked.

Mary Margaret winced as she shook her head. "No."

"Ooh, that's bad," I sympathized with her.

"Well, guess if true love was easy, we'd all have it," Mary Margaret said.

"Ain't that the truth," I mumbled to myself. I cleared my throat and turned back to her. "Listen, do you want to come have dinner with Emma and I? We've got enough for four."

Mary Margaret smiled but shook her head. "Thanks, but no thanks. I'd hate to intrude."

"Are you sure?" I asked, and she nodded. "Well, at least let me drive you home."

"I don't live that far from here," Mary Margaret said. "Really, Rosie, it's fine."

"If you're sure..." I said slowly.

She nodded again. "I'm positive."

"Okay then," I gave up. "Have a good night."

"You too," She said as I rolled the window up and drove home.


Emma joined Henry at his castle by the water, who very clearly was eager to tell Emma something.

"I found your father – Prince Charming," Henry said as he opened the Once Upon a Time book.

"Henry…" Emma tried.

"He's in the hospital, in a coma." Henry tilted the book to show Emma. "See the scar? He has one, too."

"So? Lots of people have scars," Emma said, not impressed.

"In the same place?" Henry asked doubtfully. "Don't you see what this means? The curse is keeping them apart with the coma. Now they're stuck without each other. We have to tell Miss Blanchard we found her Prince Charming."

"Okay, kid," Emma started. "Telling someone their...soulmate is in a coma is probably not helpful. Not having a happy ending is painful enough, but giving someone unrealistic hope is far worse."

"But what if I'm right?" Henry asked. "We know who they are. And if we get Rosie to believe, we'll have that on our side too. They have to know."

"And how do you intend to make that happen?" Emma asked.

"By reminding him," Henry suggested. "We have to get Miss Blanchard to read their story to John Doe. Then, maybe, he'll remember who he is."

Emma sighed, but relented. "Okay."

"Okay?" Henry asked, surprised that Emma had given in so easily.

"Yeah, we'll do it. But we'll do it my way. Let me ask her," Emma said to him.


"I'm sorry, Henry wants to do what?" I asked as Emma sat down across from me at work.

"He thinks that by Mary Margaret reading to this John Doe will help him remember who he was," Emma said.

"Are you just humouring him?" I questioned as I wiped down the table in front of me.

Emma rolled her eyes at me. "Of course I am. I just want to see if I can get him out of this delusion. And I kind of need your help to do it."

"Why?" I asked.

"He seems to think that if the two of us work together then everything will be okay," She explained. "Please? Help me?"

I huffed as I studied the pleading look on Emma's face. I sighed, blowing hair out of my lips. "Fine! Fine. What do you need me to do?"


I drove Emma and I to Mary Margaret's apartment and when she let us in, she offered to make us cocoa.

We explained the situation to her, and she scrunched up her eyebrows as she handed each of us a cup of cocoa. "You want me to read to a coma patient?" She asked.

"Henry thinks it will help him remember who he was," Emma explained.

"And, who does he think he was?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Prince Charming," I told her.

"And if I'm Snow White, he thinks me…and him…" Mary Margaret trailed off.

"He has a very active imagination, which is the point," Emma supplied. "I can't talk him out of his beliefs, so we need to show him. Play along, do what he says and maybe, just maybe..."

"He'll see that fairy tales are just that," Mary Margaret finished. "That there's no such thing as love at first sight or first kiss. He'll see reality."

"Something like that," Emma allowed.

"Well, sadly this plan is rather genius. We get him to the truth without hurting him," She said.

"Emma told him that we're all going to Granny's tomorrow for breakfast," I said as I blew on my cocoa before taking a sip. "And you will give a full report."

"Well, I suppose I'll get ready for my date. I guess I'll have to do all the talking," Mary Margaret joked, and Emma and I couldn't help our smirks.


After dropping Liv off at daycare, Emma and I met up with Henry at Granny's.

A thought struck me as I eyed the kid sitting across from me. "Hey, Henry? Where does your Mom think you are?"

"Playing Whac-A-Mole," Henry answered.

Emma raised her eyebrows slightly in surprise. "And she bought that?"

Henry shrugged a little. "She wants to believe it, so she does."

"Oh, imagine that," Emma said a bit sarcastically, and I nudged her in the side a bit at her bluntness.

Mary Margaret entered the diner, and Henry eagerly looked up. "She's here."

"Hey, don't get your hopes up. We're just getting started, okay?" Emma reminded him. Emma looked over at Mary Margaret expectantly, to tell us that Henry was wrong so that he would forget about the fairy tale thing.

"He woke up," Mary Margaret said breathlessly when she got to us.

Emma and I exchanged bewildered looks before looking back at Mary Margaret. "What?" We both said at the same time.

Henry was practically beaming. "I knew it!" He said.

"I mean, he didn't 'wake up' wake up, but he grabbed my hand," Mary Margaret clarified.

"He's remembering!" Henry said, excitedly.

"What did the doctor say?" Emma asked.

"That I imagined it, but I'm not crazy. I know it happened," Mary Margaret insisted.

"We have to go back. You have to read to him again," Henry encouraged.

Mary Margaret considered this for a second before nodding. "Let's go."

The two of them got up to leave the diner, leaving Emma and I sitting there in confusion. We both shook our heads at each other as we slid out of the booth.

"Wait, wait what?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, what's going on?" I added.

"If I got through to him, if we made a connection-" Mary Margaret began.

"You don't believe…" Emma started.

"That he's Prince Charming?" Mary Margaret finished. "Of course not. Somehow, some way, I touched him." She turned around and ran out the door.

Emma and I shared incredulous looks before turning back to the door and running after Mary Margaret.


When we got to the hospital, Sheriff Graham was there, and Regina was in this John Doe's room.

"You're right – he's waking up!" Henry grinned.

Just as Henry tried going in, Graham put his hands on Henry's shoulders. "Henry, you should stay back."

"What's going on?" Mary Margaret asked. "Is it John Doe? Is he okay?"

"He's missing," Graham answered.

My face contorted into one of confusion. "Wait, what the hell do you mean 'missing'?" I asked. "Isn't he a comatose patient?"

Suddenly, we were interrupted by Regina marching over to us. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked us, but she was mostly talking to Emma. She turned to Henry, grabbing his arm and yanking him forward. She leaned down to his eye level. "And you – I thought you were at the arcade. Now you're lying to me?"

"What happened to John Doe? Did someone take him?" Mary Margaret asked, getting straight to business.

"We don't know yet. His IVs were ripped out but there's no sign for sure there's a struggle," Graham informed us.

Henry turned to his adoptive mother. "What did you do?" He asked, an accusatory tone in his voice.

"You think I had something to do with this?" Regina asked, surprised that her son was challenging her authority.

"It is curious that the Mayor is here," Emma brought up.

"I'm here because I'm his emergency contact," Regina explained.

"You know him?" Mary Margaret asked, a confused tone in her voice.

"I found him. On the side of the road years ago with no ID. I brought him here," Regina revealed.

"Mayor Mills saved his life," Dr. Whale, one of the head doctors here, told us.

"Well, is he going to be okay?" Mary Margaret inquired.

"Okay?" Dr. Whale scoffed. "The man's been on feeding tubes for years on constant supervision. He needs to get back here right away or, quite honestly, 'okay' might be a pipe dream."

"Well then, let's quit yapping and start looking," Emma suggested.

"That's what we're doing?" Regina said, though it sounded like a question. "Just stay out of this, dear."

"'Stay out of this'?" I questioned. "We're looking for a comatose patient, Madame Mayor, we might as well organize a search party."

Regina gave me a mini glare. "You're a bar owner, not a detective. Let the professionals do their jobs." She turned back to Emma. "And since I clearly can't keep you away from my son, I guess I'm just going to have to keep my son away from you." She lookedo over to Graham. "Sheriff, find John Doe. You heard Dr. Whale. Time is precious."

Regina gave Emma and I a pointed glare, and she grabbed Henry's shoulders and left with him.

Emma and I exchanged looks of bewilderment before turning back to what Sheriff Graham and Dr. Whale were talking about.

"Doctor, how long between your rounds since you last saw him?" Graham asked him.

"Twelve hours or so," Dr. Whale answered.

"Then that's what we need to account for," Graham nodded.


We headed to the security room, where two hospital workers, Walter and Leroy were. Even though Regina said otherwise, I felt like I was morally obligated to help. People could live without their drinks for one day.

"You two were the only employees on the floor last night," Graham said. "And you saw nothing."

"Not a thing," Walter shook his head.

"Well, did anyone walk by here?" I asked.

"I didn't see nothin'," Leroy dismissed.

Graham sighed as he turned to Mary Margaret. "Miss Blanchard, was there anything unusual you saw during your trip with your class?"

"I don't think so," She answered.

"We're looking at the wrong tape," Emma insisted as she pointed at the screen. "This is the ward where Henry's class put up decorations. If this was really the tape from last night, we'd see the banners the kids hung."

"Tch, you fell asleep again," Leroy said to Walter, who I didn't even notice fell asleep.

"You selling me out?" Walter demanded.

"I ain't getting fired for this," Leroy said.

"At least I don't drink on the job," Walter retorted.

"We don't have the time for this!" I interrupted. "Do you bozos have the real tape or not?"

"I see you were going for subtly," Graham whispered in my ear as the two switched the tapes.

"Please, subtly is my middle name," I responded.

We all turned back to watch the correct tape. Somehow, John Doe got up and strolled right out the door, as if it was nothing.

"He walked out alone. He's okay," Mary Margaret breathed in relief.

"Four hours ago," Emma pointed out. She pointed at the screen. "Where does this door lead?"

"The woods," Leroy answered.


I grinned happily as Merlin and I walked through the forest. He held my hand tightly as we ventured out. He decided to take me out for a nice picnic, since I hadn't seen him for maybe a week because he went away to deal with some unfinished business.

I nearly screamed as I spotted a snake. I practically buried myself into Merlin's side as his arms went around me to catch me. "What's wrong?" He asked as he looked around.

"I-I saw a snake," I said, albeit slowly because I realized how foolish I sounded.

"It's just a snake," Merlin assured me. "I've seen lots of snakes in Camelot and trust me, there are a lot scarier snakes."

I helped Merlin set out a blanket. "Do you ever miss Camelot?"

Merlin shrugged a little. "I suppose so. I miss my friends there."

"Maybe we should return," I suggested as we sat down. "Go back for a visit. I mean, I've always wanted to see Camelot. And I don't think it's very fair that you had to move here because you met and fell in love with me."

Merlin smiled as he moved closer to me, putting his arm around my shoulders. "I think that's a very good idea. Have I told you that I loved you today?"

I smirked up at him. "You just did."

He leaned down to kiss me, and I was reaching up to meet him half way when I felt a sharp sting in my ankle. "Ow!" I screeched as I brought my leg up. I barely caught a glimpse of the snake from earlier as it slithered away. I brought my leg up so that I was looking at my ankle, and I saw two sharp incisions. I looked up and gave Merlin a glare.

"At least it's not poisonous!" He defended himself.


I squealed in disgust as I walked through the forest-y area of Storybrooke. I felt like everything was crawling all over me, especially at my ankles.

"Why so skittish?" Emma asked as she walked alongside me.

"I hate the woods," I told her. "It gives me the creeps and makes me feel like I'm about to get bitten by a snake."

"Rest assured, I'm here to protect you," Graham said as he turned around to look at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh yeah, I feel safe all right."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Graham asked in an offensed tone.

I scoffed in disbelief. "You can't even locate someone who's unconscious."

"He can't be totally unconscious if he left the hospital on his own accord," Graham retorted. "Besides, what happened to you being 'naturally wild'?" he asked. He was mentioning a conversation that we'd had late at the bar once.

I gave him a look. "I didn't mean 'neanderthal' wild, Sheriff!"

We suddenly came to a stop when Graham stopped walking. "What is it?" Emma asked.

"The trail runs out here," Graham informed us.

"You sure? Because I thought tracking was one of your skills," Emma teased, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say she was attempting to flirt.

"Just give me a second," Graham assured her. "This is my world. I got it."

"Right. Sorry," Emma teased once again, and I gave her a look that said, "Well done".

"What does he mean, 'His world'?" Mary Margaret asked. "Isn't finding people your thing, too?"

Emma lifted a shoulder. "Sure. Just, people I find usually run places like Vegas. Not a lot hit the woods."

"That's an interesting job – finding people. How'd you fall into it?" Mary Margaret inquired.

"Looking for people is just what I've done. As long as I can remember," Emma answered.

"What made you start? Your parents?" Mary Margaret dug deeper. "Henry told me that your… Th-that you were from a similar situation to his own. Did you ever find them?"

"Depends who you ask," Emma said cryptically and before Mary Margaret could ask another question, a cracking sound from behind us alerted us to someone coming. We all turned around to see Henry running down the hill.

"Henry!" Mary Margaret exclaimed.

"Did you find him yet?" Henry asked.

I shook my head. "Nope, we got nothing, kid."

"You shouldn't be here," Emma said disapprovingly.

"I can help. I know where he's going," Henry insisted.

"And where's that?" Mary Margaret asked.

"He's looking for you," Henry answered. "You're the one who woke him up. You're the last one he saw. He wants to find you!"

"Henry, it's not about me," Mary Margaret tried explaining to him. "I just… I think he's lost and confused. He's been in a coma a long time."

"But he loves you! You need to stop chasing him, and let him find you," Henry implored.

Emma must have decided to change the subject because she said, "Kid. You need to go home. Where's your mom? She's going to kill me and then you…and then me again."

"She dropped me at the house. Then, went right out," Henry informed us.

"Regardless, you shouldn't leave the house when your Mom isn't home," I advised him. "Emma's right, we need to get you back."

"No!" Henry refused.

Our argument was interrupted by Graham, who exclaimed, "Guys!" before turning around and holding up a bloody hospital bracelet.

"Is that…" Mary Margaret began.

"Blood," Emma finished.

After we found something to further the trail, we continued our search to the Toll bridge.

"Where is he? Can you see him?" Mary Margaret asked.

"The trail dies at the water line," Graham responded.

Mary Margaret gasped deeply, and we all turned to see where she was looking. I followed her gaze to see it falling on a body, most likely this "John Doe" because I'd never seen him before.

"Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" She breathed.

"I need an ambulance! At the old Toll Bridge, as soon as possible," Graham said into his radio, and Emma, Mary Margaret and I helped him drag John Doe to the shore.

"No, no, no, no, no! No, no, no! I found you!" Mary Margaret said desperately.

"It's going to be okay," Emma assured her.

"Help's coming," Graham added.

"Is he okay?" Henry asked as he ran over.

Emma looked up at him. "Henry…"

"Is he going to be okay?" Henry repeated.

The sight of a tattered body wasn't pretty, so I stood up and walked over to Henry. "Hey, don't look. It's okay, help is coming for him."

"Come back to us. Come back to me," Mary Margaret pleaded. She began doing CPR on him and when she put her mouth on his, he took a deep breath in and began coughing up water.

"You saved me," John Doe said in amazement, once all the water had left his lungs.

"She did it. She did it! She woke him up!" Henry said excitedly.

Emma couldn't help but smile at her son. "Yeah, kid. She did."

"Thank you," John Doe said to her.

"Who are you?" Mary Margaret asked.

His face contorted. "I don't know."

Mary Margaret still looked concerned, but she just shook her head as she told him, "It's okay. You're going to be okay."


When we got back to the hospital, I was surprised to see Livvy there with my friend Kalina. "Liv?" I asked as she ran over to me. She jumped into my arms, and I picked her up as I turned to Kalina. "Why is she here? Why are you here?"

Kalina shrugged a little. "You didn't come at the scheduled time to pick up Liv. She got antsy, so we asked around to see where you were. People said that the last place they saw you was the hospital. So, we came here to wait for you."

"That was really nice of you," I told her. "I'll pay for the gas that you used looking for me."

Kalina waved me off. "It's fine. I should get back to my place though. Taylor is looking after Kai right now, and, well, Taylor isn't the best baby sitter."

I waved goodbye to her when I felt someone push past me. I nearly lost my balance as I turned around. "Hey!" I called after the blonde woman who had pushed me. She ignored me as she ran over to John Doe's room. I followed her, but I had to wait outside of the room where the others (Mary Margaret, Graham, Henry, and Emma) were.

"Who is that?" Mary Margaret asked.

"His wife," A new voice said, and we all turned around to see Regina walking over to us.

I set Liv on the ground, and she took a seat next to Henry on the little bench that was there as Regina continued speaking. "His name is David Nolan. And that's his wife, Kathryn. And the joy on her face, well, it's put me in quite the forgiving mood." She shifted her attention to Henry. "We'll talk about your insubordination later. Do you know what insubordination means?" Henry shook his head. "It means you're grounded."

Kathryn walked out of David's room and turned to Mary Margaret. "Thank you. Thank you for finding my David."

"Um, I-I don't understand," Mary Margaret said, and I was right with her on that. "You didn't… You didn't know that he was here in a coma?"

"A few years ago, David and I were...not getting along," Kathryn started. "It was my fault, I know that now. I was difficult and unsupportive. I told him if he didn't like things, he could leave. And he did. And I didn't stop him. It was the worst mistake I ever made."

"You didn't go look for him?" Emma asked as she leaned forward in her chair.

"I assumed he'd left town all this time," Kathryn explained. "And now I know why I never heard from him. Now I get to do what I've wanted to do forever – say 'I'm sorry'. Now we get a second chance."

"That's wonderful," Mary Margaret said, putting a brave smile on her face. But anyone who knew her (even though I didn't really) would know that behind that smile was a lot of pain. But pain, I wouldn't know why. I guess it had to do with that connection she felt with him,

"Well, it's something of a miracle," Dr. Whale said as he stepped out of David's room.

"He's okay?" Kathryn asked hopefully.

"Ah, physically, he's on the mend, um, his memory is another issue. It may take time, if at all," Dr. Whale explained to us.

"What brought him back?" Mary Margaret asked.

"That's the thing. There's no explanation. Something just clicked in him," Dr. Whale said.

"He just got up and decided to go for a stroll?" Emma asked.

"Probably realized that hospital life was too boring," I said, and Emma gave me a pointed look at my bluntness.

"He woke up and he was delirious and his first instinct was to go find something, I guess," Dr. Whale offered.

"Someone," Henry corrected.

"Can I see him?" Kathryn asked.

"Yeah, of course," Dr. Whale answered, opening the door for Kathryn to go in.

"Henry, let's go," Regina said, walking over to the front desk.

Henry got up to follow her but stopped in his tracks. "Wait, my backpack!" He grabbed it and turned to Mary Margaret, whispering, "Don't believe them. You're the one he was looking for."

"Henry…" Mary Margaret started.

"He was going to the Troll Bridge. It's like the end of the story," Henry insisted.

"Henry, he was going there because it's the last thing I read to him," Mary Margaret tried again.

"No, it's because you belong together," Henry said, and when Regina called for him one last time, he went with her.

Emma got up and ran after them after a minute, and I turned to Mary Margaret. She was looking longingly at David, and the pain was etched into her face.

I couldn't stand seeing her so sad any longer, so the words slipped past my mouth before I could even process them properly. "Do you want to spend the night at my place?"

Mary Margaret snapped her attention away from David to look at me in confusion. "What?" She asked.

I blushed a little at my blurt. "I just mean...you look a little sad and I don't think it'd be the best idea for you to be alone right now. I mean, you barely know this David guy but I just thought maybe we could get a pizza, some ice cream-"

Mary Margaret could obviously tell that I was struggling with this, because she laughed a little before nodding her head. "Yeah. I'd really like that. Thanks, Rosie."

I smiled at her as Liv got up from her chair and ran over to me, grabbing my legs. "You're welcome, Mary Margaret."


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