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At Granny's Diner Graham threw two darts at once and hit the deer that was at the centre of the dart board both times. Ruby was waiting tables while Sidney sat in one of the booths.

"Nice shot, chief," said Sidney. He was the town's reporter. There wasn't much news to report on in Storybrooke but Sidney never failed to be there when there was. "I betcha 20 bucks you can't do it again."

Graham threw a dart and hit the deer again. Graham said to Ruby "Next round's on him."

"Emma, what can I get you?" Ruby asked when Emma came in.

Emma side-eyed Graham. "Nothing." Emma walked past Graham, towards the diner's exit. Graham threw a dart which landed right next to Emma's head and stuck to the wall. Granny's going to be pissed if that leaves a mark, Graham thought. Emma turned around. "What the hell? You could have hit me."

"I never miss. You've been avoiding me..." Graham hesitated, not sure how to put it, "since last night when you saw me ..." He realised that he shouldn't talk about this here not in front of Sidney and anyone else who may be interested in the rare bits of small town gossip.

"Leaving the mayor's? And, yes, that is a euphemism. I'm not avoiding you, Graham." That was a lie and she knew it. She had been avoiding him as much as she could since there's just the two of them at the sheriff's station. Still she had found filling to do and had managed to change the subject every time Graham had tried to bring up last night. "I just have no interest in having this conversation. It's your life, and I really don't care."

Emma left the diner and walked down the street. Graham followed after her. She was power walking, Graham was running to keep up.

"If you don't care, then why are you so upset?"

"I'm not upset!"

Graham ran in front of her, blocking her way. "If that were true, you'd be at the bar with me having a drink and not running away."

"It's none of my business really." Emma walked past him.

Graham continued to follow her. He needed to talk to her. He needed her to understand and to understand soon, though he wasn't still wasn't sure why. "Can we please talk about this? I need you to understand." He grabbed her arm to stop her and dropped her arm as he stood in front of her again.

"Why?"

"I don't know. Uh, maybe so I can understand." What I'm even trying to understand is the question, Graham thought. I wish I knew. I wish that I could explain it to both of us. He just knew that everything was different somehow, off kilter like he had just woken up from a strange dream and hadn't gotten his bearings yet.

"You need analysis, go talk to Archie."

"I wanna talk to you." Somehow Graham

"Well, your bad judgement is your problem, not mine." Emma walked away again and Graham followed after her.

"You don't know what it's like with her. I don't feel anything." Graham jumped in front of her but she kept walking. "Can you understand that?" He couldn't recall when he even started seeing Regina. It was as if they had always been together with no beginning. But that wasn't how relationships or even hook ups worked was it? One of them must have asked the other one to bed first.

"A bad relationship? Yeah. I understand a bad relationship." God knows that she had her share of past dead end relationships. "I just don't wanna talk about yours." She was ahead of him again. Graham wondered how he was having so much trouble keeping up.

Graham touched her shoulder as he said "Look, I know you and Regina have your own issues," he let go of her as he walked in front of her, "and I should've told you about that before you took the job." Would you have even taken the job if you had known?

Emma had stopped walking now. "Yeah, why the secrecy? We're all adults. You can do whatever you want."

"'Cause I-I didn't want you to look at me the way you are now."

"Why do you care how I look at you?"

"Because..." At a lose for words, Graham pulled her into a kiss. The world had went away, all he could see where the images that flashed before his eyes.

Blurred impressions of a forest. As the scene became clear a wolf with eyes of different colours - one red, the other one black, appeared briefly.

Emma pulled away. "What the hell was that?"

"Did you see that?"

"How much have you been drinking? That was way over the line."

"I'm sorry. I just-" What was I thinking?

"What? You what?"

"I need to feel something."

"Listen to me, Graham. You are drunk and full of regret. I get it. But whatever it is you are looking to feel, I can tell you one 're not getting it with me." Emma crossed the street leaving Graham alone with his thoughts.


Graham knocked on the door to Regina's house. Regina opened the door, looking surprised.

"Graham."

"Is Henry asleep?"

"Yes. Why?" Graham entered the house and kissed her passionately.


Graham bolted upright in bed. He was soaked with sweat and breathing heavily. He knew that he was in Regina's room, in her bed but for a few minutes he hadn't been. He had been back in the forest.

Regina sat up. "What is it?"

"I had a most intense dream. I was in the woods hunting and I killed a deer. There was a wolf."

"A wolf?"

"Its eyes. One was blood-red and the other one was black as night. The funny thing is, I think I've seen the wolf before." I know that wolf. But how could I possibly know that wolf?

"Come back to sleep, Graham. It was only a dream."

"It didn't feel like a dream. It felt like a memory." A memory of what though? Why am I remembering now? He stood up and put on his clothes.

"Graham?"

"I need some air. I need to think."

"Graham, please. Come back to bed."

"I left my car anyway. I need to go and get it. Clear my head." He sat down at Regina's bed and put on his boots.

"Graham. Listen. It's late. You're tired, probably still drunk. Don't leave."

Graham looked back at her. "Since when do you want me to stay anyway?" Even before Henry she had always wanted him gone before morning.

"You're not well."

"I'm fine." Graham walked out of her room. He was careful not to make much noise as he walked down the stairs. The last thing he needed now was to wake Henry on top of everything else.

When he got to the street Graham got out his car keys and dropped them. As he reached for his keys, the wolf approached him. Graham backed away a little, hoping that the wolf wouldn't be scared off. The wolf looked at him and then trudged away. He didn't how he knew but Graham knew that he had to find that wolf again.


Emma came down the stairs and saw a bouquet of flowers on the counter. "Really?" She walked over to the counter and threw the flowers into a garbage bin.

"Oh. Hey. Wait, what are you doing?"

"If Graham thinks flowers will work on me -"

"No, those were mine."

"Oh. From who? I didn't know you were even seeing someone."

"Dr. Whale."

Emma wrinkled her nose. "Whale? Are you serious? I know the guy's a doctor but he's full of himself."

Lacey looked down, her cheeks red. "He's not that bad. We got talking and he apologised for ignoring me on our date and one thing lead to another."

"I didn't know that Whale was your bad date."

"It was just one-night-stand this time anyway."

"Not according to those flowers."

Lacey wrung her hands, still avoiding Emma's gaze. "Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have called him."

"Oh my God. You called him? That's definitely not a one-night stand."

"O-Okay, I'm still learning. I- I never had one before. I felt guilty."

"Why? There's nothing wrong with what you did. Trust me. One night is as far as I ever go."

"I'm not like you. You're-"

"I'm what?"

"Never mind."

"No. Tell me."

"You're just protecting yourself. You have your walls up."

Emma snorted. "Just because I don't get emotional with a man."

Lacey figured that it was her turn to look incredulous. She surprised Emma by giggling. "You don't get emotional with a man?" She pointed to the trash can. "The floral abuse tells a different story."

"What story is that?"

"The one that's obvious to everyone - except apparently you. That you have feelings for Graham and he has feelings for you."

"Oh, come on!"

"You go around keeping your heart locked up and I know you've been through a lot but letting someone through isn't always a bad thing."

"I don't keep my heart locked up."

Lacey picked the flowers out of the garbage bin. She put them into a vase. "Really?" she asked as she rearranged some of the flowers.

"There's nothing wrong with being cautious."

"Oh, true. True. But while you may keep out pain, you might also be keeping out love." She took the vase and left.


Graham was running through the woods, searching for the wolf. He heard the howl of a wolf off in the distance. He had been so close to him moments ago? Where had the wolf gone? Then there was the sound of a shovel digging. Mr. Gold appeared from the woods, carrying a shovel and wearing gardening gloves, an apron and boots.

"Good morning, Sheriff. Sorry if I startled you."

"Right. Sorry, I, I thought you were a wolf."

Mr Gold chuckled. "Did I forget to shave?"

"What are you doing out here so early?"

"A sport of gardening. Yourself?"

"I was looking for..." What can I say that won't make me sound crazy?

"A wolf. Yeah, I think I've been able to catch on. You know, to the best of my knowledge there are no wolves in Storybrooke. Not the literal kind anyway. Why are you looking?"

"You'll think I'm crazy.

"Try me."

"I saw one in my dreams and then I saw one for real. Just a few hours ago. Did you- Did you see anything unusual right there?"

Mr. Gold looked closely at his shovel. "I'm afraid not. I do wish I could be more helpful." He walked past Graham. "You know, Sheriff, they say that dreams," he paused and turned around to face him, "dreams are memories," he paused again, "memories of another life."

"W- What do you believe?"

"I never rule out anything. Good luck, Sheriff. I do hope you'll find what you're looking for."


Gold had been burying his dagger when he heard someone come by. He came out and saw Graham. He couldn't let Graham know the truth just yet but he gave him a hint. Gold hoped that Graham would figure it out.

A wolf. Curious. I knew that the curse would stop Emma from leaving. Now it's guiding Graham as well. I wonder if he'll find what he's looking for.


Graham was still searching for the wolf in the woods. He heard howling in the distance. He walked towards the sound and found the wolf in a clearing.

"What do you want?" The wolf started to walk away. He didn't know what he had been expecting but he needed answers. "Hey!" Graham whistled and the wolf stopped. It turned around and approached him. Tentatively Graham ran his hand through the wolf's fur, he felt sure that he had done this before.

A series of images flashed before his eyes.There was a forest but the image is blurry. Graham saw himself raise a knife. There was a woman with rosy cheeks, black hair, pale skin and eyes wide with fear below him. There was a wolf accompanying him and the wolf howled.

A vault of drawers. He knew the room.

There was a tower. There was a small brown haired woman in a room with a barred window. Her hair was dirty and she was dressed in rags but her eyes burned with fire.

The wolf was gone when the visions stopped. Graham looked around and then headed back to town.


The school bell rung and the kids filled out of Miss French's classroom. Graham pushed past them to enter the classroom.

"Lacey, can I talk to you?"

"Graham, what's the matter? Are you okay?"

"I think we- I think we know each other."

"Of course we do."

"No, no, no. Not from here. Not from Storybrooke."

"From where then?"

"Another life." Sheriff Graham took a seat and so did she. "Lacey, how long have we known each other?"

"I don't know. A while."

"Do you remember when we met?"

Lacey took a moment to consider that. "No."

"Me neither. I can't remember when I met you or when I met anyone. Isn't that odd?"

"I don't know. I- I suppose. I think that's just life. Things get hazy."

"Have I ever hurt you?"

"Oh Graham, no. Of course not."

"Have you ever known me to hurt anyone?"

"No. What's going on?"

"Do you believe in other lives?"

Lacey raised an eyebrow. "Like past lives? I've read about things like that but I don't think there's really much evidence for it."

"I think we knew each other in mine. I saw you in these visions."

"Visions?"

"There was this tower and you were in a room dressed in rags. Before that I was standing over this woman and I was going to kill her. I've never seen her before. She had skin as white as snow and black hair."

Lacey's expression cleared like she understood something. Graham hoped that she would share because he didn't understand anything and he wasn't sure that he ever would. "You've been talking to Henry."

"Henry?"

"It seems like you were describing Snow White. I gave him a book of fairy tales and since then he has been going on about how he thinks we are all characters from the book. We're from another land and we've forgotten who we were." Lacey took Graham's hand. "It makes no sense of course. Past lives are one thing but being a fairy tale character?"

Graham startled at her touch. The images were still fresh in his mind and he supposed it was making him more high strung. "Right. No, of course." The images were real. He knew it somehow even though he knew it made no sense.

Lacey moved her hand to Graham's forehead. "Graham, you're burning up. Go home and get some rest. I think you'll feel much better after you've had some sleep."

"Right, you're absolutely right. I'm sorry I've disturbed you. Thank you."

"Of course."


Emma was at the station. She placed a file on Graham's desk and picked up a dart. She threw it, aiming at the dart board but missed it. Graham makes this look so easy, she thought. She went to pick up the dart she had thrown when Regina walked in.

"Our taxes always hard at work, I see."

Emma looked at her. "Graham isn't here. I assumed he took a sick day - with you."

Regina crossed her arms. Emma wondered what she could possibly be mad at her this time. "Oh, so you're aware of us? Good - that's why I'm here. Because I'm also aware of your relationship with him."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "I don't have a relationship with him."

"Oh? So, nothing's ever happened between the two of you? You forget, Miss Swan, I have eyes everywhere."

"Nothing that meant anything." It the drunken impulse of someone in a terrible relationship. If Regina knew about the kiss she probably also knew everything Graham had said.

"Well, of course not. Because you're incapable of feeling anything for anyone. There's a reason you're alone, isn't there?"

"All due respect, the way I live my life is my business."

"It is until it infringes on my life. Stay away from Graham. You may think you're doing nothing, but you're putting thoughts in his head. Thoughts that are not in his best interest. You are leading him on a path to self-destruction. Stay away."

Lacey entered the room as Regina was about to leave. "And what are you doing here Miss French?"

"I thought I'd check on Graham but I guess he took my advice and went home."

"He took a sick day," Emma said. Was Graham really sick? Emma had thought that he was just hungover. "He saw you?"

"Yeah. He had this terrible fever and asked..." Lacey's eyes flickered over to Regina for a second. It was barely noticeable but it Emma was sure it meant something. "If I was feeling okay."

"He went all the way to your class to ask you that?" Regina asked.

Lacey shrugged. "Sick people do odd things sometimes. Besides I can infect plenty of students if something is going around. Maybe we should check his place next."

"I'll do that," Regina said. She walked past Lacey scrolling.

Lacey walked over to Emma who waited until she was sure that Regina was gone before she asked "Okay, but what did he really say?"


Graham rang the doorbell at the Mills House. Henry answered the door.

"Hey, Sheriff. My mom's not here." That was a relief to hear. Graham couldn't stand to have her send him home when he was so close to answers.

"Actually, uh, I'm here to see you, Henry. I was hoping you could help me."

"Help you with what?"

"It's about your book. Am I... in it?"


Graham and Henry were sitting on Henry's bed. Henry had his book open in his lap.

"When did your flashes begin?"

"Right after I kissed Emma."

"You kissed my mom? What did you see?"

"A wolf. I saw that I had a knife in my hand and I was with this woman. She had black hair and rosy cheeks."

"Were you about to hurt her?"

"Yes!"

"That's Snow White. Which makes you the Huntsman."

"I also saw another woman. She was in this tower and dressed in rags. I knew her somehow."

Henry rubbed his chin like he had seen people do on TV. "Maybe that was Rapunzel? Or Sleeping Beauty?"

"She didn't have hair that long." She wasn't sleeping either but maybe it was before her sleeping curse was cast. "So you really think that I could be another person?"

"Makes totally sense. You were raised by wolves. That's why you saw one."

"I'm remembering this because I kissed your mother? H-How is that possible?"

"Well, you two do have a special connection. She owes you her life."

"How?" Had he known Emma then? How would he have forgotten that?

"Snow White's her mother. And you spared her. If you hadn't, my mom wouldn't have been born."

"W-what happened after I spared Snow White?"

"The Queen took your heart. She ripped it out. It's kind of her thing. She never wanted you to feel ever again."

"Let me see the book." Henry handed him the book and he turned to a page with the Evil Queen in front of her vault. "What's that? I saw that too. The wolf was howling at it."

"That's her vault. That's where she put your heart."

"The wolf wants me to find it. Thank you Henry." He ran out the door.


Emma and Lacey waited for Graham just outside Regina's House.

"Hey!" Emma said. "I hear that you're having a rough day."

"Who says?" Graham asked.

"Pretty much everyone," Emma answered.

"Graham you should go home and get some rest," Lacey said.

"I'm fine," he said.

"No, Graham," Emma replied. "You're not fine. You just went to see a 10-year-old for help."

"He seems to be the only one making sense." I wish that you had seen the visions as well. Then maybe you'd understand that something is going on.

"What's going on?" Emma asked. "What's...really going on?"

"It's my heart. I need to find it."

"You can feel," Lacey said. "You've always been a caring and gentle person."

Did you think that back then? Graham thought. When you were locked in that tower? Who are you really? Who am I?

"Okay," Emma said. "So how are you going to do that?"

"I just need to follow the wolf."

"What?" Emma asked. "What wolf?"

"From my dreams. He is going to help me find my heart."

"I'm sorry," Emma said. She exchanged looks with Lacey. "I...thought that we were talking in a metaphor here. You really think that you don't have a heart?"

"It's the only thing that makes any sense. It's the only thing that explains why I don't feel anything."

"Listen to me, Graham. You have a heart. I can prove it." Emma placed her hand on his chest to feel a beat. "See, it's beating. It's real." She grabbed his hand and placed it on his chest. "Feel that? That is your heart."

"No. It's the curse."

"You can't really believe that's true." Emma and Lacey were suddenly staring at something behind him.

"What?" He looked behind him and there was the wolf. He looked back at Emma and then went after it. Emma and Lacey followed him.


They end up chasing after the wolf into the Storybrooke Graveyard. Lacey vaguely remembered being here once, back when her mother died.

"Graham. Graham be careful!" Emma called after him.

"It's my friend. It won't hurt us." The wolf stopped and howled briefly, then it ran further into the graveyard. The wolf continued to run and they follow pursuit. They lose the wolf but Graham notices a crypt.

"Where could it have gone?" Lacey asked. None of this made any sense.

"What is it?"

"It's my heart. It's in there. I have to look in there."

He walked towards the crypt but Emma stepped in front of him. "Oh, no. Stop, stop."

"I have to get in there. Please."

"Graham," Emma said, "come on. You really think that you're heart is in there." He nodded. "Okay. Let's find out." Emma attempted to open the door but was locked. "Come on!" She kicked the door open and they entered.

Once inside Graham scoured the room for his heart. There was a huge coffin in the middle of the room. The inscription read Henry Mills. Beloved father.

"It's got to be in here. Somewhere." He looked at the walls. "There's got to be a hidden door. A lever." He tried to open an urn. "Something."

"Graham. Hey, Graham. There's nothing in here."

"There has to be. If there isn't, then-"

"You guys?"

They both looked at Lacey. "The coffin. It's the big enough to hide an entrance."

"Oh, no!" Emma said. "We already broke into someone's tomb. You can't seriously be suggesting we move a coffin."

"I need to find my heart Emma," Graham said. He pushed against the coffin. To her surprise the coffin started to move. He kept pushing until stairs were revealed. Graham went down the stairs and Emma and Lacey followed after him.

He rushed down the stairs so fast that it was a wonder that he didn't fall.

"The vault."

Emma and Lacey were behind him so they didn't understand what he meant until a few minutes later. There was a vault of small drawers, the light from up ahead made the drawers visible. Emma was glad that they hadn't closed the crypt doors behind them, though if anyone came by and saw the crypt open she didn't know how they were going to explain it.

"My heart I can feel it," Graham said. He walked towards the drawers.

"This place is just for storage," Emma said. "We should leave before someone shows up."

Graham opened one of the drawers and took out a small chest. "You'll believe me now." Graham opened the chest. His heart glowed brightly. He could hear it beat from where he stood. He gestured for them to come over. Lacey and Emma walked over and stood at separate sides of him so they could get a good look.

Lacey and Emma looked at each other and then back at the chest. They could tell that they were both thinking the same thing.

"Graham," Lacey said softly. "What do you think that is?"

Emma tugged on his arm. "Come on, let's go." If she could get him out of here maybe she could get him to Archie.

"It's my heart," Graham said. He looked at Lacey, his face a mixture of fear and confusion. Then realisation dawned on him. "It's the curse. You can't see it because of the curse." He looked at Emma. "But why can't you see it?"

"We can see it," Emma said. "It's just not a body part. Graham that's a gem." A large shiny red gem.

He took his heart out of the chest and stuffed it down his shirt. "I know this sounds unbelievable but it's my heart. You have to trust me. I don't know to put it back in but if we leave it here I'll never be out of Regina's control."

"You can't just rob the major!" Emma said.

Graham walked over to the drawers and put the chest back where it came from. He closed the drawer. "It's not robbing. It's getting back what's mine."

Lacey put both of her hands to her own face. "I've helped commit a crime!"

He sighed. "I know it doesn't make any sense. I know that you don't have any logical reason to but you have to trust me. Leaving with my heart will save my life." He walked past them and went up the stairs.

Emma didn't know what stopped her from at least trying to stop him. Oddly it felt like this was supposed to happen. For a moment the wolf who stopped her from leaving town flashed to mind. Different coloured eyes like the one we followed here. Emma shook her head. It was just a coincidence. She wasn't going to lose her mind over this.

Wordlessly Emma and Lacey followed Graham up the stairs.


Coming up is where I really start to diverge from canon.