Just so you know, the reveal for who Lucy's mother is (or, at least my take of it) will be revealed next chapter. Some of you may find it disappointing.
Lucy ran through the forest with Tiger Lily flying by her side. They dodged tree branches and bushes, until they came upon a huge white mansion. Tiger Lily grew to human size.
"My old home?" Lucy asked.
"Come," Tiger Lily said. They walked up to the walk way and up the steps. Tiger Lily stepped back as Lucy knocked on the door. It swung open. They carefully walked inside. Lucy looked around at the things from her childhood that she hadn't seen in years. The glass chandelier that she used to gaze in wonder at when she was a little girl. The grand staircase that lead to different rooms in the mansion. The couch where she used to curl up by the fireplace and read her books. Her father's collection of things from a wondrous land called Storybrooke.
"Lucy?" a voice said. Lucy turned around. Standing in the door that lead to the kitchen was her mother. Her black hair had silver hairs in it, but she still had the same features that her father fell for.
"Mother!" Lucy said as she ran up to hug her.
"Where's your father?" her mother asked. They looked at each other, then her mom looked at Tiger Lily. "Oh, I see." Then she looked back at Lucy. "Come with me. Hurry, and tell me everything that has happened."
As soon as they landed at the airport, Henry rented a car to drive to Storybrooke. As he drove, he looked in the rearview mirror to look at Lucy, looking at a book.
"What are you reading?" Henry asked.
"Considering how you reacted to the Evil Queen thing, I don't think you're ready, Lucy said. Henry pulled over.
"Look," Henry said, "I don't know what you've been reading, but the evil queen is NOT my mother."
"Actually, she's your adoptive mother," Lucy said, "And your step- grandmother." Henry gave Lucy a weird look. "It's complicated."
"Look, I think you've been reading too many fairytales," Henry said, "My mother's not the Evil Queen. You know that, I know that. Now, what's in the book?"
"If you insist," Lucy said, "It's a book about fairytales, and what happens after where the other fairytales leave off."
"And let me guess, I'm in it?" Henry asked, mockingly.
"Well..." Lucy said.
"Seriously?" Henry said.
"Oh look, we're here," Lucy said, changing the subject. Henry looked up and saw a sign that said Welcome To Storybrooke.
"How did I not see that before?" Henry asked.
"Honestly, I didn't notice it either," Lucy said, "Looks like it missed you."
"Ha, ha, ha," Henry said as he drove into the town. When he crossed the town line, he felt dizzy again. Suddenly, he saw what looked like a yellow Volkswagen beetle driving across the same town line, with a woman with blonde hair at the wheel, and a little boy in the back with a storybook. Just as quickly as the image came, it went away. I hope there's a doctor in this town, he thought, Because I'm going crazy.