The next morning Emma came downstairs to the main area of the apartment she shared with Mary Margaret. At the center island she spotted a bouquet of flowers.

"Really?" Emma growled, collecting the flowers for the trash. Mary Margaret walking into the kitchen from her room at that moment.

"Oh Hey! Wait what are you doing!"

"If Graham thinks flowers will work on me..." Emma told her tossing the floral bunch in the trash.

"No, those...were mine." Mary Margaret admitted embarrassed.

"Oh," Emma said apologetically as she reached for her coat. "From David?"

"No, uh Dr. Whale." Mary Margaret confessed now twice as embarrassed.

"Why would Dr. Whale..." Mary Margaret turned to her friend with a tell tale look.

"Are you serious?"

"I know it's a disaster." Mary Margaret fretted.

"No! That's amazing!" Emma disagreed. "You're getting over David!"

"First of all, there's nothing to get over and second of all, it's just a one night stand."

"Not according to those flowers." Emma snorted.

"Yeah, maybe I shouldn't have called him." Mary Margaret said biting her lip.

"Oh my god, you called him?" Emma said trying not to laugh as she collected the jug of orange juice from the fridge. "That is definitely not a once night stand!"

"Well, okay, I'm still learning." The school teacher whimpered. "I've...never had one before. I felt guilty."

"Why?" Emma shrugged. There's nothing wrong with that you did. Trust me. One nighters is as far as I ever go."

"Well, yeah that's because you're..." Mary Margaret stopped herself before she insulted her friend. There was that phrase again. Mary Margaret sighed internally. Trust me. Every time the two words fell from Emma's lips it too all she had not to wrap the blonde in a suffocating hug.

"Because I'm what?" Emma coaxed as she put the orange juice back in the fridge, a full glass in her other hand.

"Never mind." Mary Margaret pleaded.

"No." Emma countered. "Tell me, what do I do?

"You're just protecting yourself. With that wall you put up." Mary Margaret said softly.

"Just because I don't get emotional over men..."

"You don't get emotional over men?" Mary Margaret said skeptically. "Uh the floral abuse tells a different story." She indicated the trashcan.

"What story is that?"

"The one that's obvious to everyone, except you apparently, that you have feelings for Graham."

"Come on!" Emma groaned.

"There's that wall." Mary Margaret waggled a finger at her before retrieving the flowers from the trash.

"That's not a wall!" Emma exclaimed as her roommate put her cheery flowers in a vase.

"Really?"

"There's nothing wrong with being cautious." Emma conceded the point.

"Oh True, true." Mary Margaret agreed as she arranged the flowers. "But Emma that wall of yours? It may keep out pain, but it also may keep out love."

Having not slept well the night before, Graham took to the woods in search of the wolf he'd seem. He heard a wolf's howl off in the distance and started running off in that direction. There was a noise in the nearby bushes, and Graham was disappointed to discover it was only Mr. Gold.

"Good morning Sheriff! Sorry if I startled you." Gold greeted. He was clad in a green apron, standing in the woods with a shovel.

"Right sorry," Graham mumbled. "I...I thought you were a wolf."

"Did I forget to shave?" Mr. Gold asked lightheartedly.

"What are you doing out here so early?" Graham asked taking in the peculiar scene.

"A spot of gardening. Yourself?" Gold said leaning on his cane.

"I was looking for um..."

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

"You'll think I'm crazy." Graham confessed.

"Try me."

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

"I'm afraid not." Mr. Gold said apologetically. "I do wish I could be more helpful." The shop owner began to hobble away. "You know Sheriff, they say that dreams...dreams are memories. Memories of another life."

"And what do you believe?"

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

Once Gold left, Graham continued to search the forest for the wolf. Miraculously he finds it in a clearing.

"What do you want?" Graham asked it. The wolf starts to walk away, but Graham whistled for it to come back. The wolf stopped, turned around and approached him. Reluctantly, Graham reached out and stroked the wolf. By putting himself in physical contact with the wolf, Graham had another flashback to his Fairy Tale life. This time he sees Mary Margaret...no Snow White. That's what she'd been called then. There was a flash of a dagger, and a strange symbol on a building. Graham was jolted back to the present, his wolf companion gone once more.

"Mary Margaret can I talk to you?" Graham questioned as

her class filed out of the room.

"Graham? What's the matter?" She asked worriedly. "Are you okay?"

"I think we, uh...I think we know each other." He stammered.

"Of course we do!"

"No, no," Graham shook his head. "Not from here. Not from Storybrooke."

"From where then?" Mary Margaret inquired tilting her head.

"Another life?" Graham suggested gently. "Mary Margaret how long have we known each other?"

"Um I don't know. A while." She replied casually.

"Do you remember when we met?"

"Um...No." Mary Margaret said guiltily after a long pause.

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

"I don't know. I mean I suppose, but I think that's just life. Things get hazy." She smiled.

"Have I ever hurt you?" Graham proposed shyly.

"Oh Graham no! Of course not. What's going on?" These questions were getting stranger and stranger.

"Do you believe in other lives?"

"Hmm like Heaven?"

"I mean...like past lives."

"You've been talking to Henry and Sarah." Mary Margaret nodded. Now all the peculiar questions made sense.

"Henry? Sarah?" Graham was confused. He was getting less answers than he had before.

"Well Henry has this book of stories." Mary Margaret said slowly, she knew "Operation Cobra" was suppose to remain secret from Regina, but it wouldn't hurt anyone to tell Graham about her student's theory. "He and Sarah have been going on about how they think we are all characters from those stories. From another land. According to them we've forgotten who we really are. Which, of course, makes no sense."

"Right, no of course." Graham mumbled, feeling like he hadn't agreed fast enough.

"Graham?" Mary Margaret whispered his name as she leaned forward, putting her hand on his forehead. "You're burning up! Go home and get some rest." She instructed. "I think you'll feel much better after you've had some sleep."

"You're absolutely right." Graham jumped to his feet. "I'm sorry to disturb you. I...Thank you."