Being an adult had its perks. Cameron was now twenty-five years old, or around there. It was hard keeping track of her age when she came to this new land. During her time here, she was able to form an identity. Her time in foster care and being held at the police station helped with that. She enjoyed the freedom of adulthood. No longer did she have to worry about being caught and sent to a children's home. Now, she was able to do what she wanted without fear of being caught by police…well, for the most part.

Currently, Cameron was trying to find a car to steal. She may not have to worry about cops catching her and taking her to an orphanage, but she did have to worry when she tried things like this. She did learn that the older you were the less lenient cops were.

As Cameron walked by cars, she would try the door handle to see if it was unlocked. It was easier to steal a car when it was unlocked. She walked through the row of cars, discreetly trying the handle. Most of the cars she tried were locked. She decided she was going to try one more car and then move to another lot.

The next car she came to was a yellow bug. Taking a quick glance around, Cameron lifted the handle. To her surprise it was unlocked. Maybe her luck was finally turning around.

"Hey, that's our car," a male voice said from behind her.

Or not.

Cameron turned around to see a man and a woman.

"Oh, this is your car? It looks so similar to mine."

By the looks on their faces Cameron knew they didn't believe her. "You know, I think I see my car right over there." Cameron pointed and then began walking in that direction. As she was walking, she didn't look back. There was no indication that they were following her, but she dared not look to be sure. It wasn't until she was around the corner of the building that she stopped and looked back; they hadn't followed her. Lucky her.

Cameron began walking as she contemplated her next move. She could try another lot for a car. Or she could just take the bus somewhere. Well, it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. But first, Cameron would need snacks. With not knowing where she was going or how long it would take to get there, she was not going unprepared.

She made her way to a convenient store that wasn't too far from where she was. She saved some money she made from doing odd jobs. After growing up as basically a criminal she decided it was time to try to make somewhat of an honest living…though sometimes it was hard to break the habit of stealing.

When she made her way inside the store she didn't pay much attention to what was around her. She was only thinking about what she wanted and the journey she had ahead. She stood as she browsed the candy aisle for what she wanted. Cameron did have to give this world some credit. It had amazing candies.

Cameron was just about to grab a bag of kit-kats when she heard, "I'm going to have to call the cops."

"Is that really necessary?"

Cameron looked over to see the couple from before. The manager – at least Cameron assumed it was the manager – had his hand on the woman's wrist with the other guy glaring at him.

Cameron wasn't sure what it was, but she had a feeling to help these people. Usually she wouldn't get involved, but for whatever reason, she decided to help them. Not understanding, Cameron made her way to the trio.

"Thank goodness you found her," Cameron said once she was by the woman's side. Both the man and woman gave her a confused look. Luckily, the manager took no notice.

"Who are you?" The manager asked.

"I'm their sister. My brother was searching for our sister here." Cameron leaned closer to the manager. "She's not really right in the head."

The blonde woman went to open her mouth to say something, but the man put his hand on her shoulder and shook his head.

"There's really no need to get the cops involved, is there?" Cameron asked.

"She was trying to steal," The manager said.

"As I said, she's not right in the head. She doesn't understand things the way you and I do. Can you just let this go? Please?"

The manager sighed. "Fine, but just this once. If I catch her stealing again then I will call the cops."

"Understood." Cameron turned to the other two. "Well, we better go before he changes his mind." She then ushered the two of them out.

Once the three of them were a good distance from the store, they stopped.

"Um, thank you, but why did you do that?" The man asked.

Cameron shrugged. "Call it an apology for trying to steal your car. I'm Cameron."

"Thanks. I'm Neal and this is Emma."

"Why don't I treat you two to lunch?"

"You don't have to do that," Emma said.

"I know, but if you're stealing then you must be in a tough situation and I know all about those." Cameron narrowed her eyes at them. "Unless you both are secretly rich and you just steal for the thrill of it."

"You caught us," Neal said. "We are very rich and steal for the fun of it."

"I knew it."

The three of them laughed as they headed toward a nearby fast food place.

Once they got their food and sat down Cameron asked, "So, how did you two meet?"

Emma smiled as Neal chuckled. "It's an interesting story," Neal said. "She stole my car while I was in it."

"Did she have a weapon or something?"

"I was lying in the back seat."

"And it's not even his car. He stole it too," Emma said.

"Wait…so I was going to steal a car that's already been stolen twice? That's one unlucky car."

"Or lucky depending on how you look at it," Neal said. "If I didn't steal it, and Emma didn't steal it, we would never have met."

"Do you think it was destiny for you two to meet?"

"I don't know," Emma said. "but whatever it was I'm glad it happened."

"Me too."

Emma smiled as Neal leaned in for a kiss.

"You both are disgustingly cute."

"Just wait until you meet someone to be disgustingly cute with."

For a moment, Cameron's mind went to a certain boy from her childhood: Pinocchio. She had often teased him about getting married. It must be a girl thing to dream about your wedding because Pinocchio hated talking about weddings. He said it bored him. Now, she can't even imagine a wedding. Even if by some miracle she did find someone it's not like she would have family to invite. No one would be around to see her get married.

"Cameron, are you all right?" Emma asked.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I was just thinking. Do you two have a place to stay tonight?"

"Does a car count?"

"I know a better place."

Once they were done eating, Cameron led them a few blocks away to a house.

"Does your friend or family live here?" Emma asked as they walked up the driveway.

"Nope," Cameron answered without looking at her.

"Do you know the person who lives here?" Neal asked.

"Nope."

"So, you're expecting a complete stranger to let us stay the night?"

The three of them stopped at the door; Cameron looked at them. "The people who live here are on vacation."

"And you know that how?" Emma asked. "Do you stalk people?"

"I'll never tell," Cameron said mischievously. Upon seeing Emma and Neal's faces, she laughed. "I'm kidding." Cameron pointed to the mailbox, which was filled with mail. "It looks like someone hasn't checked their mail in a while."

"Something tells me you've done this before," Neal said.

Cameron just shrugged. She then turned toward the door, took out a bobby pin, and started picking the lock. It only took her a few minutes to unlock to door. The three of them then went inside.

It was a nice one-story house. Maybe in another life Cameron would be living in a nice house of her own. Maybe with a husband and a few kids. If things had been different…but in this life? She couldn't picture herself living in a house. She would wander this land alone for the rest of her days.

"What if the people who live here come home?" Emma asked.

"We'll just say we were drunk and thought this was our house," Cameron said.

"Pretty sure they won't buy that."

"Then we'll just run. Well, I'm going to go raid their fridge."

"Didn't you just eat?" Neal asked.

"Yeah, but maybe they have dessert." Cameron then went to find the kitchen.

As soon as Cameron walked into the kitchen, her eyes instantly landed on the box of Oreos sitting on the counter. She smiled as she opened the box and took one out. Out of all the new foods in this land, Oreos had to be one of her favorites.

After eating a few, Cameron decided to go find Emma and Neal to see what they were up to. Hopefully they were respecting this place wasn't theirs and not messing anything up. She followed their voices to the last room down the hall.

"It's supposed to keep all the nightmares out and only let the good dreams in to protect your home," Emma was saying.

"It's a fly trap for nightmares?"

Cameron stopped just outside the door and peered in. Emma was holding a dream catcher.

"I guess that's one way of putting it."

"Then let's get one."

"Yeah, and hang it where? The car?"

"It's not much of a home. Maybe it's time we get a real place."

"Are you serious?"

"Why not? We've been on the road long enough, baby. It's time to retire the Bonnie and Clyde act."

"And where do you propose we go? Neverland?"

Neal glanced around, and seeing a map on the wall, he grabbed it and held it up for Emma. "I'll tell you where. Close your eyes and point. Whatever spot you pick, that's our home."

Emma closed her eyes and extended her finger. Her finger hovered over the map a few seconds before finally putting her finger down on a place. She opened her eyes.

Neal glanced down. "We have a winner."

"Tallahassee. Is that near a beach?"

"Yeah, it's Florida. Everything's near a beach."

"Are you sure? Is this really what you want?"

"What I really want is you."

"You two really are disgustingly cute."

Both Emma and Neal looked over at Cameron. "How long have you been standing there?" Neal asked.

"Long enough to hear you two decide to settle down in Tallahassee. I think that's a wonderful idea." Cameron smiled, though it was hidden with sadness. She then made her way to the living room and sat down; Emma and Neal followed.

"So, Cameron, is there anyone in your life?" Emma asked.

"No, it's just been me and that's just the way I like it."

It was a lie. Cameron hated being alone, but there was no one in this land who would understand. She wanted to find someone who she could be completely honest with, someone who would understand, and believe she was from another land. Sometimes things might be a bit easier if she had someone to talk to about everything that happened. Everything that happened when she was a child in the Enchanted Forest before the Evil Queen announced her curse. Everything after that, and how she and her parents obtained a magic bean. Part of her still had not recovered from that.

"Cameron, you all right?" Emma asked, snapping Cameron out of her thoughts.

"Yeah, of course." In truth, she wasn't and she didn't think she would ever be all right.

Early the next morning, before the sun had risen, Cameron, Emma, and Neal left the house. Cameron made sure to lock the door behind them. The three of them then started walking. When they got to the corner of the street they stopped.

"Well, I wish you two the best," Cameron said.

"Thanks. And maybe one day you'll find someone to be disgustingly cute with," Neal said.

"Maybe. You never know."

"And if you ever find yourself in Tallahassee try and find us," Emma said.

"Since you two are secretly rich I expect you to have a mansion with my own room."

"We'll be sure to do that," Neal said.

They soon said their good-byes and went their separate ways.

Cameron spent the rest of the day trying to figure out her next move. Occasionally, her thoughts would go to Emma and Neal. She may not have known them that long, but she could tell they really cared for one another. It must be nice to have someone. But if by some chance she did find someone she would have to hide part of who she was, where she came from. Could she really be with someone she couldn't be completely honest with? Well, if she ever did find someone she would figure it out then.

Night had fallen by the time Cameron decided she was going to catch the train. She didn't know when the last train left so she ran to the train station, though it may be easier just to catch the first train in the morning.

Cameron rounded a corner only to run into someone, knocking them both to the ground with Cameron on top. She stared into those blue eyes, feeling something familiar about them. It was impossible. She had never met this man before.

"You can get off of me now," the man said.

Cameron quickly stood up, her cheeks burning with embarrassment. "Sorry." She held out her hand. The man took it and Cameron helped him up.

"It's all right. No harm done."

"That's good. Well, I would love to stay and chat, but I have a train to catch." Cameron then took off running.

She only made it halfway down the street when she slowed her pace. Why had those eyes seemed familiar to her? There were millions of people with blue eyes so why had those caught her attention? Cameron glanced back, but the man was gone.

Cameron shook her head. It had to be because her thoughts had been occupied with finding someone like Emma and Neal had found each other. That had to be it. There was no other explanation.

By the time Cameron arrived at the train station the last train was already gone. If she hadn't ran in to that man she probably would have gotten here on time. Oh well. She found a bench in one of the corners and lied down, using her backpack as a pillow, and closed her eyes.

August sat in the bar drinking as he thought about what he had done. He took no pleasure in separating Neal and Emma. He could see that Emma was truly happy with Neal. If things had been different maybe they could be together. But, he had to put Emma back on track to break the curse. August told Neal he would let him know when Emma broke the curse. Once she does that then who knows? Maybe they could be together…if their feelings hadn't changed.

Thinking about them reminded August of a time when he and Iliya were young. He was still wood at the time, but to Iliya that didn't matter.

Pinocchio and Iliya were sitting by the river. There was a wedding happening in their village, and with weddings being boring, their parents allowed the two of them to go to the river. They had been to this river dozens of times. It was one of their favorite places to go.

"I think it would be so beautiful to get married by the water," Iliya said as she stared out at the river. She then looked at Pinocchio. "What do you think?"

"I thought we were out here to get away from weddings? And why are you asking me?"

"It will be your wedding too. Where do you want to get married?"

Pinocchio shrugged. "I haven't really thought about it."

"Do you want to get married?"

"Why would you want to marry me?"

Iliya went to respond, but before she could a couple older kids made their presence known.

"Iliya, you can't marry him. He's not real."

Iliya glared at them. "He's real enough for me."

"You shouldn't wait for him to turn in to a real boy. He'll never be real."

Iliya stood as she picked up a stick and threw it at the two boys. They dodged as they ran off laughing.

"I'll wait as long as I like," she hollered after them.

"You didn't have to do that," Pinocchio said.

Iliya turned back to him. "I know, but they make me so mad."

"You didn't answer my question.

"Huh?"

"Why do you want to marry me?"

"You're my best friend. Why shouldn't I want to marry you?"

"I'm not a real boy."

Iliya smiled. "You'll be real soon enough. I know it."

Pinocchio smiled back. Iliya held out her hand. Pinocchio took it and together they headed back to the village.

Not for the first time, August's mind thought about his childhood friend. Iliya never saw him as wood. She always saw him as a real boy. She always saw the bright side of things. His heart ached every time he thought of her and so he tried not to think of her, but sometimes she would slip in to his thoughts.

August downed the rest of his drink, paid, then left the bar. He stood outside, staring up at the sky. When the curse broke, how would it be to see Iliya again? Their friendship wouldn't be the same. He had changed so much. She would probably be disappointed in him.

He sighed, about to start walking when he was knocked to the ground. He was about to tell this person to watch where they were going, but when he looked into the green eyes of the woman on top of him, his words got caught in his throat. The woman didn't move as she stared at him.

This was awkward. Finally, he said, "You can get off of me now."

The woman quickly stood up. "Sorry." She held out her hand. August took it and she helped him up.

"It's all right. No harm done."

"That's good. Well, I would love to stay and chat, but I have a train to catch." She then took off running.

August stared after her for a moment. There almost seemed something familiar about her…but that was impossible. He had never seen her before. He thought about running after her and asking if they had met before, but decided against it. August turned and began walking.

Cameron stood in the convenient store, glancing at all the different medications. The past two years had not been an easy one. There were so many times when she wanted to give up, but she kept pushing on, hoping things would get better…they never did. If anything, it seemed things got worse. She tried. She really did try to survive in this new land.

Deciding on sleeping pills, Cameron grabbed a bottle, paid for them, then left the store. It wasn't like she had anyone in this land who cared for her. No one would miss her. When they find her body, she would be known as just another homeless person because that is what she was.

Too many nights she had cried herself to sleep. Too many nights she was alone with no home and no family. Why had her mother ever thought she could survive in a new land alone? Too many times had she asked why her mother didn't just jump in the portal with her. Maybe if she had someone with her, someone from her world who understood, things may not be so bad. But there was no one. They were all cursed.

Cameron remembered a conversation her parents had when they went to search for a way to another land. Snow White was going to go in the wardrobe to escape the curse and raise her child who would break the curse. Cameron's parents wanted to save her from the curse as well. They understood why Snow White had to go to a new land. But, if they truly understood why didn't they just stay? Snow White's child would grow up and break the curse. Why couldn't they just wait?

If Cameron knew where Snow White had ended up she would just go there. She could help watch the child and teach her about their homeland. Everywhere Cameron went she was on the lookout for Snow White. Her face was a blur now, but Cameron was sure she would know Snow White when she saw her. She did have her sketch book full of faces she knew from the Enchanted Forest. How accurate those sketches were, she didn't know, but thought they were pretty close.

Going on alone was just too much for Cameron. Maybe this way she could finally be with her parents again.

Cameron was going to head to the abandoned house she had been staying in, but as she was about to round the corner to walk in that direction, a head of blonde hair caught her attention. It had been a while since Cameron last saw her, but she would know that blonde hair anywhere. Cameron made her way across the street to the blonde woman sitting on the bench.

"Emma?"

Emma glanced up, confusion written across her face. A moment later, recognition. "Cameron? What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing." Cameron sat down. "Where's Neal? What happened to Tallahassee?"

Emma looked down, suddenly finding the ground interesting.

Cameron's stomach dropped. "Emma?"

Emma glanced up, her face hardened. "He set me up."

"What do you mean he set you up?"

Emma explained everything. How Neal had stolen some watches before they had even met and hid them in a locker at a train station. He was still wanted for that crime so Emma decided to go to the train station to get the watches. Neal was supposed to sell them and they were supposed to meet up after. Instead of Neal, a cop showed up saying they got a tip to look at the surveillance footage from the train station. She got eleven months.

"If I ever see Neal again I'm going to punch him. How could he do that?"

"I guess he wasn't who I thought he was."

"I'm so sorry, Emma. If I knew that was going to happen I never would have left. I hate that you had to go through that alone."

"Why? We only knew each other for a day."

"I know, but I know what it's like to be alone." Cameron glanced down at the bag in her hand, the one that held the sleeping pills. She then turned her attention back to Emma. "Why don't we stick together?

"I don't know." Emma looked away.

"I know you've been hurt and betrayed. I won't promise to stay with you because we both know promises are just words. But, I will be there for you, Emma. Always."

Emma looked at Cameron, but said nothing. Cameron patiently waited. She wasn't going to push Emma, especially after what she'd been through.

Finally, Emma sighed. "I'm not expecting much, but ok. We can stick together."

Cameron smiled, but it was soon replaced with a frown. "Now we just have to figure out where we're going and how."

"I have the how part covered."

Emma stood and began walking; Cameron followed. They only walked a few feet when they arrived at a familiar yellow bug.

Cameron looked over at Emma. "He left you the car?"

"Yeah. I thought about sending it off a cliff, but it's easier to go places with your own car."

"True."

"So, where are we headed?"

"Where ever the road takes us."

"That could be anywhere."

Cameron smiled. "Exactly."

Emma smiled back as she shook her head.

Getting in the car, Cameron couldn't believe her luck. Here she was, about to kill herself, and she met Emma again. What were the chances of that happening? Was there really such a thing as destiny? And if there was, what was special about Emma? Well, Cameron wasn't going to question it. Finally, she wasn't alone.