He wasn't sure where he was, or how he got there.

His head felt swimmy, unfocused, as he tried to gather all the information he could. Nothing. He couldn't remember anything. He wasn't sure what his name was. Something with a 'B', he thinks. B...Bigby...Bigby? That doesn't sound right.

No, wait, it was Bigby. Bigby...he couldn't remember his last name. Not good. He knew that much. How drugged up was he? Couldn't think straight, everything was blurry in his mind.

He looked around, trying to remember his surroundings. It was a room, with white, padded walls, and white, padded floors. A white, padded door was in front of him, with only a small window with bars on it to distinguish it. The entire room was bright, with strong lights coming down from the ceiling. It hurt his eyes. He needed to block it, but...

His arms were bound together. He was wearing a straightjacket. Why was he...?

"I'm not crazy!" He yelled, not sure why. "I'm not crazy! I'm normal!" He cried, begging, as he got to his feet and started shoulder blocking the door, to no effect.

He was starting to get desperate, as a few tears started falling down his face. Why, he wasn't sure. "I'm not insane! Please! PLEASE!"

His cries went unacknowledged, as some orderlies, wearing green scrubs and face masks, ignored him as they walked by his room. The three staff members went to Bigby's old padded cell, which had been shredded to pieces, claw marks covering the walls.

"I'm not insane!" Bigby cried again. "I'm not! I'M NOT! I'M NOOOOOOT!"

His cries echoed through the asylum, as the storm outside raged on.

Three Days Earlier

Bigby was sitting inside the Mystery Shack, a cigarette in his mouth, frowning deeply. He was wearing a fake top hat, while sitting cross-legged on the floor next to Waddles, who was also wearing a fake top hat. There was a toy table in front of him, with toy cups and a toy pitcher in front of him. The plastic on the toys was yellow, but due to all of the stickers and marker stains on them.

Mabel, wearing a green sweater with a bunny on it, had decided she wanted to have a tea party in her room, as the others were out doing errands. Being the only one left in the house, Bigby was forced to attend the party. Now, the Big Bad Wolf being forced to do anything, much less by a child, is laughable.

However, Mabel wasn't any ordinary child.

"Mister Waddles?" She asked in a bad, fake British accent. "Would you like more tea?"

The pig oinked. Bigby rolled his eyes, as Mabel poured some kind of liquid into Waddles' cup. The pet quickly lapped it up, making the wolf raise an eyebrow in suspicion.

"Uh, what exactly is that stuff?" Bigby asked.

Mabel beamed. "Truffle juice mixed with moss!" She told him, before eating a rice cake. She went to pour some to a panicked Bigby, but quickly realized that the pitcher was empty.

She shook it a few times. "Uh oh. All out. I'll go make some more!" She cheerily told him, before getting up from the floor, and running out of the room towards the kitchen.

The fable let out a sigh of relief, taking a drag of his smoke. He then looked over at Waddles. "Close one, huh?"

The pig just stared at him, before flopping onto its side.

Bigby sighed. "I miss Colin..." he said to himself, before taking out his phone. He quickly texted Wendy, who was working at the Gift Shop at the moment.

'STUCK AT MABEL TEA PARTY. HELP ME!'

He looked over at the pig again, who was just staring at him, still on his side. "I don't know why, but I'm pretty sure I hate you," the detective informed the pig.

Waddles didn't seem bothered by the news, as he started nibbling on a rice cake that fell on the floor.

Suddenly, Bigby's phone vibrated, receiving a text from the redhead. 'SHE'S DOWN HERE NOW. GET OUT WHILE U CAN!'

Taking the words to heart, Bigby quickly got to his feet, knocking the table over in the process and sending all of the contents on it to the floor. He was about to bolt from the room, before he guilt got the best of him, and he set the table back right again, before quickly putting everything back on it.

Waddles oinked at the display of kindness on Bigby's part. Bigby growled at the pig, only earning an empty stare. Bigby sighed, before petting the pig a few times. "Keep this between us," he said, earning another oink, before he sped out of the room, down the stairs, and out the house.

Bigby felt the sunlight rain down upon him, as he hid behind a large tree, kind of far from the Shack. He quickly texted Wendy again, ready for his day to really start.

'GREASY'S?'

A few seconds later, he got a text back.

'U BET. MEET U THERE.'

With a small smile, Bigby made his to the local diner, ready for his day to begin.

Present

Bigby rocked back and forth slightly in his straightjacket, trying to get his thoughts clear. Where was he? Did anyone know he came here? Did anyone send him here? Why?

He was...he was the Big Bad Wolf. Right? No, that's ridiculous. Is it? Where's his friends?

Did he have friends? He remembers one. What was her name? She had red hair...a tomboy, could kick his ass if he wasn't careful.

Wendy? Where was Wendy?

Three Days Earlier

Bigby was eating some pancakes and scrambled eggs, with a cup of black coffee. The usual when he went to Greasy's with Wendy. The Corduroy girl was eating some waffles and bacon, her usual when she went to the restaurant with Bigby.

"So, why don't the Pines come here again?" Bigby asked, a mouth full of food.

"Mabel set Stan up with Lazy Susan," she explained. "It didn't go well, so Stan just avoids this place like a police station. Dipper and Mabel still show up when they can."

Bigby chuckled. "Stan and Susan? Yeesh," he slightly joked, actually a bit disgusted at the thought of it.

"Tell me about it," Wendy replied, a small smile on her face. "So, how's the investigation going?"

Bigby frowned, as he took a sip of his coffee. "Lousy. I've hit a dead end."

"Can't use that Magic Mirror you got?" She asked.

Bigby shook his head. "The Mirror can only see specific things at a specific moment. Most of the time, the present. I can't just ask it super vague questions and expect an answer. Plus, I have a hard time coming up with rhymes."

Wendy scoffed. "Rhyming is super easy, dude."

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, really?"

"Prove it," Bigby challenged.

"I don't have to prove anything to you. Now excuse me, I might order the stew," Wendy said, smirking in victory.

"Stew?" The wolf asked.

"Hey, it's a rhyme."

"I guess it-"

Bigby cut himself off, as he saw something running past the window of the restaurant. Wendy seemed oblivious to it, but the Sheriff could see it clear as day.

A woman, with black hair, pale skin, pale blue eyes, wearing a white blouse and a black skirt.

"Snow?" Bigby asked himself, as he quickly got up from the booth, and out of the diner, leaving Wendy confused. He ran after what appeared to be his friend, who was running further into town.

He chased her down for a few blocks, before she turned a corner into an alley. Bigby followed, only to see that no one was in there.

"Snow?" He called, confused. "Snow! Where are you?" He gruffly asked, bewildered. Was he going crazy?

Suddenly, he felt something pierce his neck, making him jump away from the pain he suddenly felt. Before he could turn to face his attacker however, he suddenly felt faint, and fell hard to the concrete ground.

"Snow..." he groggily said, as he looked up, his vision slowly going black. He saw what appeared to be a woman in medicinal scrubs and a face mask, holding a syringe of some type of blue liquid.

"Not even close," she said, as Bigby's world went to black.