Chapter Nineteen

Graham

"What?" Mary Margaret asked.

I sighed. Henry was getting ready for bed, and I was sitting at the bar. "Graham's alive." I repeated.

"Something must've happened." Henry said. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be getting ready for bed?" I asked.

"I think I know what you two are talking about," Henry said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. "I think Regina's running out of magic…I mean, this is the real world, there's no magic at all here."

"So you're saying, she's slowly losing power?" Mary Margaret asked. Henry nodded. "That's a great possibility." He said. I smiled. "So, can August?" I asked. "I'm afraid not, Mom. August is not under Regina's spell." He said.

I frowned, and nodded.

"Time for bed." Mary Margaret replied. He nodded, and went to bed. I soon followed.

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I stood in the lobby.

"Hey, Robin!" a familiar Irish accent said. He walked to me. "Emma!" He cried, and raced to me. He kissed me. I pulled away. "Graham.." I said, with a smile. "It's so nice to meet you."

He smiled. "Same here." He said. "If anyone asks Graham, you're Jon…Graham's identical brother." I said, even though that was barely passable. "What? Why?" He asked.

"Because you're dead, Graham!" I cried. "People don't usually rise from the dead."

Graham sighed. We got into my yellow punch buggie, and drove to Mary Margaret's apartment.

"Where are we?" Graham asked.

"My apartment. Where we'll be staying." I said.

He sighed. "Can't I just stay at my own apartment?" He asked.

"Your apartment got sold three weeks ago, Sorry." I replied. We got into the apartment, and I dropped the keys on the bar table. "You've got to sleep on the couch, sorry, there's not enough room for three here." I said.

Graham nodded.

A lot of time passed by, and I was careful not to be alone with him. I turned on the small TV and let him watch it. I read a book, did some work. When Henry came home, I helped him with his homework. He then wanted to hang out with Graham.

"Wow, they're very close aren't they?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Yes." I answered.

"Does August know about this?" She asked.

"No." I answered, tears in my eyes.

"He turned…" I trailed. I couldn't finish. I took a deep breath. "Take your time." Mary Margaret whispered. "He turned to wood." I replied. "Last night."

I gulped. "Emma, I'm so sorry." She whispered. "Yeah, well, this curse is going to end tomorrow, if it's the last thing I do!" I cried.