Chapter 3 Gone, Gone, Gone.
The streets of Storybrooke are crowded with a mob, all seemly wanting the head of Regina Mills (the Evil Queen) for erasing their memories and sending them to the Land Without Magic punishing them for twenty-eight years. Yet Dylan wasn't a part of the mob. He has much more troubling matters. His memories being the main priority. It's hard for him to describe what his missing memories mean to him when he knows there gone. It wasn't from something natural it through magic. Someone Regina specifically took all of his true memories good and bad and replaced them with truly horrible ones. He knows little things, but nothing specific. All he really knows is his name, parents what the saviour's role was something she appears to be poor at.
Dylan asked himself who could possibly help him recover fully like everyone else. Was there even magic here in this land? Yes, magic broke the curse but maybe that was the first and last bit of magic to come to this land. The boy couldn't just sit or stand and do nothing he needed to do something constructive. He was the only one left in the diner. Taking advantage of this and doubting anybody would be returning to the diner. He switches the open/closed sign on the door back to close. Getting everything set up for tomorrow. The job was easy to do, and it would save Granny some time.
Hours passed but Dylan didn't notice he had set up for tomorrow five times each time not happy with it. Or he was but was still trying to keep himself busy. He wondered what his parents had to say to each other? They didn't have the best-cursed relationship hell neither of them knew they shared a child together. It wouldn't help that Frankenstein once slept with Snow White, his wife's best friend and Dylan's godmother.
Over at the Gold manor, Gideon could see Mr Gold frowning while looking down at something the Dark One is holding in his right hand.
"Is something wrong sir?" Gideon asked. Mr Gold put the small pocket mirror to one side and turned his focus to Gideon.
"No something unexpected occurred that's all," Mr Gold answered.
"Nothing bad I hope," Gideon says.
"Not at all there some new clothes for you, you can't really be walking around inside or outside in hospital robes," Mr Gold suggested. Gideon nods before walking away. The manor doesn't look as grand as Gideon originally expected not that it was a horrible place. Any place outside that horrible cell in the basement of the hospital is paradise. Walking down the upstairs hallway, the boy notices something rather disturbing the flowers in vases around him start to wither and die. Maybe Mr Gold wouldn't notice maybe the man would think it was a small side effect of him restoring magic to this land. Eventually, the boy found the room that has been designated to him. To the boy, the room is luxurious a large silver bed. A white duvet with grey pillows. The walls are painted white, the windows are large but closed and the boy has already decided. He despised closed windows. Walking over to the windowsill, he carefully opened the windows figuring out how they opened and closed easily. What the boy noticed next was that there are many bookcases and shelves hanging on the walls. Nothing occupied those shelves or bookcases though. Gideon spots the clothes on the bed there was so many. Some of the t-shirts, polo shirts and jumpers their colours were so bright something the boy has never really seen before. Glancing away from the clothes on the bed, Gideon sees a tall mirror approaching it with caution. Gideon sees his reflection for what must be for the first time at least to Gideon memory-wise. The boy looks at his reflection unable to move away from the mirror. His reflection haunts him, is this truly what he looks like to the outside world? An empty vessel of sorts almost a living corpse something so plain and lifeless!
Word of Emma and Snow falling into the portal conjured by the mad hatter's hat spread quickly through the town almost as if it was a fire in a forest. Everyone was panicking. Well, only those that cared for the two women so the majority of Storybrooke. Nobody knows the threat that waits for Emma and Snow. Nor if the women will ever return all they can do is hope.
End of chapter 3
