A/N: Yeah, I decided to change the trilogy title to something a bit shorter and snappier and easier to remember for those who are following this trilogy brought to you by yours truly and Sonic Thunder Saiyan Turtle. So yeah, look out for the third part whenever it gets out and whenever it gets written, but we hope you enjoy Part 2: Turtles in Time, probably the most divisive Turtles film in the series (to my knowledge anyway, this is what happens when your boyfriend is a hardcore Turtles fan while you're the Oncer in the relationship which, without those fandoms, this saga wouldn't be possible).
Our adventurous group of friends were still resting and hanging out in the sleepy and quiet town of Storybrooke. They were currently looking at a map together in the girls' room they shared in Granny's Bed & Breakfast to see the sights and sounds of the town while they still had the time.
"So, where should we go today?" Patch wondered as Cherry woke up later than the others and was still wandering around, half-asleep in the background before she came to the closet to get their jackets.
"I feel like I wanna check out that pirate ship," Atticus smiled. "It looks pretty cool."
"Either that or the library." Mo soon said.
Cherry soon opened up the closet as they talked before flinching as a metal helmet seemed to fall on the floor in front of her feet before she picked it up curiously. "What in the...?" she then muttered before calling out to her friends. "Hey! Did any of you drop this?"
"No way," Lionel replied. "How could we do that if we're over here?"
"Well, this helmet just came from nowhere." Cherry shrugged.
The group soon examined the helmet.
"It was just in the closet," Cherry said as she pointed to where she just was. "I guess someone left it behind."
"Do you think maybe it's Mrs. Lucas's?" Patch asked before sniffing the helmet.
"I... I don't think so." Mo smiled sheepishly with a shrug.
"Hmm..." Atticus paused as he checked the map. "Maybe one of these stores can tell you something, Cherry?" he then suggested.
"Great," Cherry replied. "Are there any antique shops around here?"
"There's a place called Gold Pawnbroker & Antiquities Dealer," Atticus replied as he pointed out on the map. "Maybe you could find an answer there?"
"Very well," Cherry replied as she carried the helmet as strongly as she could. "Unless someone wants to come with me, I'll be seein' ya, guys."
"Yo, wait up!" Lionel called as he ran after her.
"You wanna come too?" Cherry asked.
Lionel nodded.
"All right then, let's go," Cherry replied before looking back at Atticus, Mo, and Patch. "We'll catch up with you guys later."
Atticus, Mo, and Patch nodded as they decided to do something else while Cherry and Lionel left the inn with one of the room keys and soon went to look for the pawnshop.
"All right, according to the map, the pawnshop is right behind the diner and across from the library," Cherry said as she checked the map before she looked over. "Huh. Well, that's convenient."
Cherry and Lionel soon came over to the pawnshop and opened the door as the bells at the top jingled a bit as it looked dark and kind of creepy with many, many, many items in glass cases and some were out in the open and there was the cash register desk and there was even a spinning wheel.
"Hello?" Cherry called out, only hearing her echo as she stepped inside with Lionel. "Is anyone home? Your door's open... Hello?!" she then looked around as she came further inside before seeing the spinning wheel. "Huh... What's this?" she then asked, reaching out to touch it.
"Don't touch that, dearie~" A Scottish voice called to her from behind.
Cherry flinched and let out a yelp, clutching her chest as she slowly shut her eyes with a groan. "Sweet Celestia, man! You just scared me!" she then complained.
"'Sweet Celestia didn't scare you, dearie... I did..." The mysterious voice retorted from the shadows as a hidden figure was shown to be in the back, deep within the shadows looming around him.
"Somebody forget to pay the electric bill?" asked Lionel. "It's the middle of the day, yet it's so dark in here you could probably trip and fall."
"My apologies..." The man replied before he clicked on the light, showing himself as he appeared to be much older than them, having smoldering brown eyes and had shoulder-length graying brown hair, wearing a darkened suit with a tie and rested his knuckles over his cane with a golden handle on it. "Is this better?"
"...Yeah, I guess." Lionel shrugged.
"So, uh, is this your shop or what?" Cherry asked the man.
"Yes," The man nodded. "Mr. Gold at your service and don't you be forgetting the 'mister' part," he then added sharply to show that he meant serious business. "I don't believe I've seen you two around these parts before."
"Well, Mr. Gold, we're visiting from out of town," said Lionel. "Came in a few days back."
"Interesting..." Mr. Gold replied as he stepped out from his backroom, limping a bit as he used his cane for support. "Can I help you then?"
"Um... Uh... Uh... Uh..." Cherry stammered before she slapped herself in the face and shook her head. "We found something that you might be able to help us with... That's what you do, right? You observe old stuff?"
"More or less, dearie," Mr. Gold smirked a bit as he went to behind his counter and leaned against it as he set his cane aside. "What did you find?"
Cherry soon brought out the metal helmet and set it down on the counter for him to observe.
"Hmm..." Mr. Gold paused thoughtfully as he examined the metal helmet. "Interesting... Very interesting... It looks quite old... I would say... 1600's from Feudal Japan..."
"Really now?" Lionel commented. "Then that IS pretty cool."
"What an interesting find," Mr. Gold told them. "Where did you find it?"
"Just in a closet at Granny's B&B," Cherry shrugged. "Has, uh, this Mrs. Lucas ever been in Japan?"
"No, I don't believe so," Mr. Gold chuckled before muttering to himself. "I doubt it would belong to anyone around here though." he then narrowed and darted his eyes around, almost suspiciously.
"Uh... Heh... Well, it sure is something..." Cherry smiled nervously as she rubbed her arm.
"Yeah," Lionel replied. "But maybe you'll get more use out of it than anyone else."
"I suppose I will see," Mr. Gold nodded. "Is there anything else then?"
"I guess I have a question..." Cherry said as she eyed him innocently before turning around. "Why do you have a spinning wheel?"
Mr. Gold gave her a long look as he collected the helmet for right now.
"S-Sorry..." Cherry then said. "I'm just curious."
"It helps clear my mind... I like to watch the wheel spin," Mr. Gold explained as he spun the wheel as a demonstration. "It helps me forget."
"...Forget what?" Cherry asked.
Mr. Gold looked thoughtfully for a moment before shrugging with a small, joking smirk. "I guess it worked~"
Lionel gave a dry chuckle. "...Okay then." he replied.
"Well... We better get out of your way..." Cherry suggested. "Thank you again, Mr. Gold. We'll see you later then."
"Much later..." Mr. Gold nodded as he let them get going.
"Well... He seemed interesting." Cherry shrugged as she walked out the door with Lionel beside her.
"Yeah, I suppose he was," Lionel replied. "But otherwise harmless."
"This town feels mysterious sometimes, but maybe and hopefully we can find out more about it before we get whisked away again suddenly," Cherry said as they walked along. "It feels pretty relaxing though."
"Yeah, in a way," Lionel replied. "I wonder what other neat things we'll find around here?"
"Hopefully something interesting." Cherry shrugged.
Atticus, Mo, and Patch were shown to be in town, looking at a pirate ship that was by the Storybrooke docks.
"Do you think it's legit?" Mo asked.
"I think it's a museum." Atticus replied.
"I think you should go inside and find out." Cherry grinned, coming right behind them and startling them.
"All ashore who's going ashore!" Lionel declared as he pogo stick-bounced onto the boat.
The group looked at each other before shrugging as they explored the pirate ship up close, walking across the gangplank.
"Hmm... There's nothing listed or labeled here," Atticus remarked. "I thought this would be a pirate-themed museum or something or educating us about Colombus and his three ships."
"Well, apparently it isn't," Cherry shrugged as they explored. "Looks like a normal, typical pirate ship."
"I smell a lot of alcohol around here," Patch said as he sniffed the air. "That must be a bottle of rum, eh, guys?" he then chuckled.
"I suppose so," Lionel replied. "Guess the owner is a regular drinker."
Cherry and Atticus soon found a metal hook hanging around before looking at each other. "Déjà vu." they then muttered.
"Do you think it might be real?" Mo asked.
"I dunno," Cherry shrugged before swiping the hook with a small smirk. "Yoink!"
"Cherry, that's not yours." Atticus scolded.
"Hey, for all I know, this could be a gift shop and this can be my souvenir." Cherry smirked.
"And if it isn't...?" asked Lionel dryly.
"I'll put it back." Cherry replied.
They soon heard groaning which made them all flinch suddenly.
"What was that?" Mo asked.
"I guess that would be the captain of this ship?" Patch guessed.
"It is way too early for this." A man grumbled, stepping out as the wood creaked underneath his booted feet, showing to be a man with short black hair, a matching scruffy beard with piercing blue eyes, wearing a black leather jacket and matching pants and boots, though he seemed to have a stub in place of his left hand as he had a right hand, rubbing his head. He then stopped as he noticed the kids and narrowed his eyes at them.
"Um... Hey." Atticus said.
"...What are you all doing over here?" The man glowered. "I don't remember giving you permission to come aboard."
"Oh... This is your ship?" Cherry grinned sheepishly as she put the hook back in place. "Our mistake... We thought that this was a museum or something."
"Or something..." Lionel shrugged. "But hey, know when to go; and now seems like a good time to do that."
"Right..." The man nodded firmly before he saw the hook and he soon went to take it.
"Heh..." Cherry chuckled bashfully.
"Who are you, sir?" Atticus asked curiously.
"Killian Jones," The man replied as he put the hook on his left stub with his right hand. "Or as I'm better known for my more colorful moniker in certain parts of the world... Hook." he then added as he held his left arm high as his hook twinkled suddenly.
"As in 'Captain Hook'?" Mo asked as she crossed her arms.
"I see my name and reputation proceeds me," The man smirked as he adjusted to his hook hand. "And I can tell that you're all visitors in Storybrooke."
"That we are," Atticus nodded. "We've been here for a while."
"Well... Welcome to Storybrooke... Do you always come onto pirate ships uninvited?" Killian asked them.
"Sorry, Mr. Jones..." Atticus replied. "We just thought maybe this was a tourist attraction."
"Well, I guess in a way, it kind of is, but you should ask for permission to come aboard from now on," Killian smirked. "Otherwise the only way out is to walk the plank."
"Good to know." Atticus then nodded.
"Hm..." Killian said as he came toward Cherry and Lionel. "The two of you reak of the scent of The Crocodile... Have you seen him?"
"C-C-Crocodile?" The group asked warily.
"Uh, we just came from a place called Gold's shop," Cherry shrugged. "We didn't see a crocodile."
"Gold's shop... That explains it then..." Killian smirked. "I'd hate to see him hurt a lovely lady in danger."
"Lovely? Me? No way." Cherry shook her head.
"There's modesty for ya," Lionel chuckled. "But he wasn't much trouble. A bit unsettling, but otherwise harmless."
"Aye..." Killian nodded. "We have a bit of a story together... I don't think you folks would understand though."
"Um, okay?" Atticus shrugged. "I guess we'll just run along then?"
"Perhaps you should," Killian replied. "It's always interesting to meet outsiders in this town... So... I hope you all have a good visit."
"Thanks," said Lionel. "I'm sure we will."
The group soon left the pirate ship and soon decided to continue to explore a bit.
"Well, that was certainly interesting." Atticus commented.
"Yeah, it sure was." Patch nodded.
A boy with short black hair was shown to be sitting by himself on the beach that had a castle playground on it.
"...Poor kid," Atticus frowned softly. "He looks a little lonely."
"I think he's a little too young to be on his own..." Cherry commented. "Whoever his parents are, they're terrible at their job."
"Heh, yeah," Mo nodded. "They're probably way too busy to look after him."
The boy soon looked up and over at them. Atticus looked back and decided to give a friendly wave. The boy had a small smile, waving back, though he continued to play by himself.
"Best not to get involved," Cherry advised. "Unless he's an orphan."
"Otherwise, he seems to be doing decently." Lionel commented.
Patch soon went on over to the boy.
"Patch! Stop!" Cherry called out.
The boy continued to play by himself until he looked over and bent down a little to see and meet the dog. Patch barked and smiled before licking the boy's face, sniffing him a bit.
"Well, that answers a question I was about to ask," Atticus remarked. "That boy is friendly and trustworthy."
"Right... Because dogs are an excellent judge of character... We know." Cherry replied.
Lionel gave a nod in agreement. "So is there anything else around here?"
"Well, there's a bar over there called The Rabbit Hole, but it doesn't seem to be open." Mo pointed out.
"Plus it looks a bit... Mature for our liking..." Atticus added cautiously.
"I think I see an old mine behind these bushes," Cherry said before smirking. "Maybe people are digging for gold nuggets."
"Alright, that sounds pretty interesting," Lionel replied. "Let's maybe go take a look at that, eh?"
"Looking into a mine?" Cherry asked.
"Why not?" Lionel shrugged.
"All right," Cherry shrugged as well. "To the mines then."
They soon walked along and went to get going to the mines.'
"Patch! Come here, boy!" Atticus called out to his dog.
Patch smiled as he bonded with the boy at the playground and soon dashed off to go and join the others. The boy waved at Patch as he ran off.
"So, did you make a new friend?" Cherry asked Patch.
"Yeah," Patch smiled. "He's a nice boy named Henry Mills and he lives here with his mom who's The Mayor of Storybrooke."
"Great," Cherry rolled her eyes. "He's probably a spoiled brat who can get whatever he wants just because of his mother's status."
"Actually, he's pretty nice, Cherry," Patch clarified. "He also seems a bit lonely. I had a lot of fun with him."
"Cool to know!" Lionel commented.
"He's pretty lonely for being The Mayor's Son," Patch said. "Not very many kids talk to him."
"I guess they're afraid of The Ice Queen." Cherry snarked with a smirk, referring to Regina of course.
"That could be the case." Mo replied.
They soon came to the mines and went inside to explore.
They heard grunting and sharp tapping from pic-axes with seven men hard at work, including the bearded man they had met on their way back into Storybrooke after meeting and helping the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles.
"Keep swinging, Dwarves!" Leroy barked orders like a lead construction worker on a construction site.
"Dwarves?" Atticus asked.
"It's probably a thing they can only call themselves," Cherry replied. "I wouldn't call them that in public around them."
Atticus shrugged as they continued to walk along.
"C'mon, guys," One man who seemed to have a permanent smile plastered on his face spoke up as he pushed a cart around. "If we work hard by lunch break, we'll be able to make it to 'Happy Hour'!"
"Just 'cuz it's called 'Happy Hour' don't mean you gotta be there, Happy." Leroy snarked to him.
"Hah! That's Leroy!" Lionel chuckled. "From the other day, remember?"
"Ah, yeah," Cherry nodded. "He sure is a grumpy worker."
"Kinda reminds you of someone." Atticus commented.
Leroy kept an eye on the others at work before looking around. Suddenly, one of the men sniffled before sneezing.
"Allergies?" Leroy narrowed his eyes.
"You know me... I'm allergic to everything." The man smiled bashfully, speaking in a stuffed nose voice as he sniffled.
"...I feel like we might have company," Leroy commented. "Must be Hopper's dog or a stray cat or something."
"Think we should let them know we're here?" Patch asked.
"I guess we had better." Atticus shrugged.
Cherry soon stepped out as the seven men looked over at her. "...Hey," she then said as she put her hands on her hips. "Is this like Fight Club?"
"Aw, great!" Leroy groaned. "Those tourist kids are back."
"Heh... Sorry about that, sir," Atticus replied. "We're just exploring your town for our vacation."
Patch soon came over to the cart that Leroy rolled over and sniffed it. "Weird, no diamonds or gold nuggets, but something that smells... Dusty..." he said to himself quietly as the others talked with the men before he sniffled and sneezed from the dusty contents inside and began to levitate into the air. "ACHOO! Whoa... What the...?" he then muttered.
"We're very sorry to disturb you, but apparently these mines are a landmark in Storybrooke?" Cherry remarked.
"Yeah, well, no one said about having any kids showin' up." Leroy replied grumpily.
"Well, we're only going to be here for a little while," said Lionel. "So hopefully we're not any trouble."
"...All right then," Leroy said, trying not to get too mad, though his face turned red. "But I swear, if anything happens-"
"Serenity now. Serenity now," The happy man smiled as he came up behind Leroy. "Remember what Astrid told you."
Leroy glared at him before squeezing his eyes shut as he took a few deep breaths and began to count to 10.
"Uh, is he okay?" Atticus asked.
"He gets grumpy real easily," The happy man told them with a smile on his face. "You could say he was always 'Grumpy' in a former life."
"And I guess in that case you were always 'Happy'?" Cherry retorted snarkily.
"That's right!" The man smiled and nodded, seeming oblivious to her "snarkasm".
"Looks like you pinned him," replied Lionel. "And I guess the allergy guy is Sneezy."
"Well, more or less," Leroy admitted. "I could personally live without the name 'Grumpy', Leroy suits me better in this lifetime."
"There's more to this town than what we're hearing." Cherry commented.
"Say, where's Patch gone?" Atticus wondered.
"Guys!" Patch yelped as he floated in the air. "I'm flying!"
The others gasped at what they just saw.
"Patch can fly now?" Mo blinked.
"That dog can talk?" Leroy raised an eyebrow. "...Nothing should really faze me anymore."
"It's cool, Mr. Leroy," shrugged Lionel. "This sort of thing is perfectly normal."
"Well, I guess you oughta know what's going on around here," Leroy said as he heaved a sharp sigh. "Storybrooke is not a normal town."
"Is that why you're mining for fairy dust?" Atticus asked once he got a hold of Patch.
"Yes... This helps restore magic that most of us once had... In the Enchanted Forest," Leroy admitted while the other men looked nervous about him exposing the town's secret. "I'm sure you kids know all about fairy tales and the characters that came from them, right?"
The group nodded in response as that was very true for them.
"Well... You might think you know..." Leroy then said.
The group looked around and soon wondered if they should sit down as they could tell that this was going to be a long story.
"There is someone who knows the story better than either of us despite his young age, so you should probably go talk with him." Leroy replied.
"Who?" The group asked.
"Mayor Regina Mills' son, Henry," Leroy replied. "He told us all about the story, what happened, and who we really are and even got help from the outside world so that we could have our happy endings returned to us."
"Whoa... I guess that kid's got more significance than we realized!" Mo remarked, surprised.
"He can probably explain it better than I can," Leroy nodded. "You should probably go looking for him."
Patch then nodded as well. "I think I still have his scent on me." he then said.
"Then go for it, Spot," Leroy told the young Dalmatian. "This town is not what it seems to be."
"Thank you, Leroy, and so sorry to disturb you and the others down here," Cherry said. "So, you're all dwarves."
The seven short men nodded as that was who they were.
"Yep, Snow White's Eight Dwarves... Or at least we used to be." Happy said, sounding sad, but kept his smile on his face.
"I thought Snow White only had seven dwarf friends?" Atticus replied.
"Our brother Stealthy was killed in action," Leroy said softly. "We have a new guy joining us though who lost his own brothers."
"Sup?" One man greeted in the back.
"We call him 'Tiny', formerly known as Anton the Giant." Leroy then introduced.
"Oh, cool!" Lionel nodded. "He seems alright."
"So you were a giant?" Atticus asked.
"Until Jack the Giant Killer slayed them all when I wasn't home one evening," Tiny explained. "Then I found the dwarves and they became my new family."
"Brotherhood is very important to a dwarf," Leroy said as he put his arm around Tiny as the other dwarves joined in. "Ain't that right, guys?" he then asked.
Five of them answered with great and strong approval while the one with a purple cap on his head brought out a notepad that said "YES!".
"Gotta love brotherhood." Lionel nodded in response.
"We sure do," Leroy replied. "Do you need help getting out of the mines?"
"Maybe just a little bit, yeah." Atticus nodded.
"All right, come with me." Leroy said as he soon stepped away from his fellow dwarves.
And eventually, the group made it out of the mines and soon were back in town.
"All right, now to find Henry." Cherry told the others as Patch began to follow his nose to go and track down the boy that they needed right now.
And so the group headed off to the last place Patch had been with Henry at. Patch sniffed the ground, looking around every step of the way as they continued to track down young Henry Mills. Luckily, he was still at the playground, playing by himself as he had a very big book with him in his lap. Patch soon barked to get the boy's attention.
Henry blinked and looked around before looking down at the Dalmatian. "Oh... Hi, boy," he then said as he lightly scratched him behind his ears. "I kinda missed you, Doggy."
Patch smiled, panting happily from the tender touching.
"Aw... That's sweet." Lionel commented.
"Hey," Henry said as he looked up and over. "Is this your dog?"
"He's mine," Atticus replied. "We were just wondering if we could talk to you."
"Uh... What about?" Henry asked. "...I'm not sure if I should be talking to you."
"Guess your parents told you not to talk to strangers," Cherry replied. "Well, you can trust us, I promise. We won't hurt anybody."
"Yeah! We're on the up-and-up!" Lionel nodded. "100% legit!"
Henry laughed a little bit. "You're a bit silly." he then said to Lionel.
"I try sometimes." Lionel shrugged.
"So, who are you guys?" Henry soon asked.
The group soon introduced themselves to him.
"...Well, okay," Henry said. "This is a pretty long story. No one really listens to me."
"Yes, yes, I understand," Cherry nodded before quoting from "A Series of Unfortunate Events". "No one EVER listens to children~"
"Doesn't surprise me," Mo replied. "Seems like the case most times, but we're all ears."
"Well, it all started when I was alone and feeling like I didn't belong here in Storybrooke," Henry said softly. "I don't know why, I just never felt like I belonged with the other kids, especially since I found out that I was adopted."
"Yeah, it can take a toll on you, but as long as you remember that your family loves you no matter what," Mo advised. "Blood doesn't make a family, it's based on love and trust."
The others nodded as that was very true and very noble advice to live by.
"I felt like that my mom doesn't truly love me and my teacher, Ms. Blanchard, soon gave me this one day," Henry said as he brought out his very large book that had the title of "Once Upon a Time". "She told me that stories in it signify things will get better for me if I hold onto hope."
"Even greater advice." Atticus smiled softly.
"I found a princess who looked like my teacher and I realized that this town was put under a curse," Henry continued. "I had to find my birth mother who was born as The Savior and was sent in a land without magic, this world, after she was born and she had to help break the curse and nobody remembers who they are when they're all actually fairy tale people."
"Dang!" Lionel commented. "That is extremely wild!"
"No one believed me for a long time until I found Emma and brought her here and the curse was broken," Henry continued. "But there were much more curses and trouble to come in Storybrooke. A lot more than we both realized."
"So do you live with Emma too since she's your birth mother and she lives here?" Atticus asked.
"Yes, I live with both my moms," Henry nodded. "This book has its own mysterious origins though and there's a lot more people to find with their stories to be told and need to be heard. That's what The Author would want."
"Who's The Author?" asked Mo.
"Some time ago, one lucky soul was chosen by Merlin the Wizard to become the Author, a position where the person chosen must record the events of magic realms such as the Enchanted Forest and Wonderland." Henry explained.
"Ohhh." Atticus said, now understanding.
"This book was soon made and it was given to me and I discovered the truth about Storybrooke and everyone in it," Henry nodded as he then held out his book to them. "That's how I found out about my mom being the Savior and how I brought her here to break the curse."
"Sounds like a very hectic situation," commented Lionel. "Interesting, too."
"Well, it... It, uh, sounds adventurous, Henry..." Cherry commented.
"It really is," Henry nodded. "...You guys believe me, don't you?"
The others reassured that they did mostly believe him, unlike a lot of people in their situation would probably brush off his theories and explanations as wild imagination since he was a child after all and "no one ever listened to children".
"What would be next? We show up in the book somehow?" Cherry smirked as she shrugged.
"You have an interesting sense of humor." Henry said to her.
"Why, yes, I certainly do." Cherry nodded.
Henry soon continued to look through his book as they wandered around a bit, though he did a double-take as he found one fairy tale page with two boys named Kenshin and Shinto with a group that resembled the group he had just met as they were in the setting of feudal Japan in the year 1603.
"Wonder what else we could go to look about in this town?" Lionel asked.
"Beats me," Cherry shrugged. "I'd say split up, but we don't know this area well."
"Isn't that something we do whenever we visit other places anyway?" Patch replied.
"...Well, yeah, but we could get lost easily," Cherry explained. "I feel like the only places I know where to go without thinking about it are Granny's Inn and Granny's diner, but they're right next to each other."
"That's a pretty good point." Mo replied.
"Well, maybe I can use my magic to duplicate our map and we can explore that way?" Atticus shrugged.
"What can't your magic do?" Cherry nearly deadpanned.
"I just love being a Wiccan." Atticus beamed.
"Well, at least it's something," Lionel shrugged. "So let's get rolling before the co-writer starts running on fumes and they both bring in Drell."Atticus soon made duplicates of the map and soon handed each one out to his friends.
Atticus and Mo then went off together, then Cherry and Lionel went another way, and Patch looked around before shrugging and just decided to explore around town the only way that a dog knew how to without a leash.
"I guess we could just do a little sight-seeing to get to know the area better." Cherry suggested.
"Yeah," Lionel agreed. "I want to at least get more outta this place if I'm gonna live here someday."
"All right then, let's explore," Cherry replied as she examined her copy of the map of Storybrooke. "Let's see... Clock tower library... Pawnshop... Animal shelter... School... Park... Graveyard... Mines... Mayor's mansion..."
"How about the graveyard?" Lionel suggested. "Might be a nice place to think."
"I do like to sit in the graveyard to think a bit," Cherry nodded. "The acoustics are also great for poetry or picnics, even if a lot of people are creeped out about that."
"I don't really mind." shrugged Lionel.
"All right... Don't say I didn't warn you." Cherry replied with squinted eyes.
And soon, they followed the map and came into the dull, deathly, and gray area in Storybrooke which was the graveyard.