Disclaimer: I do not own the ideas and parts of the dialogue to the film Dead Again. I'm just borrowing them and Rumbelling them because… seriously, once you see this movie you will see why.

A/N: This is probably one of my favorite movies of all time starring Emma Thompson and Kenneth Branagh. And it has a very nice (and hilarious) cameo by the late Robin Williams. If you haven't seen it, then I strongly recommend it for the fantastic storytelling and acting.

Dead Again

Prompt: Hamish Gold is a private detective entrusted to find out the real identity of a woman who cannot speak, but suffers from terrible nightmares. (Rated K)

"So lemme get this straight," Hamish Gold, a fairly good-looking (if he said so himself) fortyish young man, said in a way that didn't sound convinced at all to what Mother Superior was saying. "You said this woman showed up out of the blue in a middle of a sodding downpour with no ID, no nothing, who can't speak other than to scream bloody murder at night. And you want me to help her—how?"

Before Blue (his nickname for the old nun when he came to live in the orphanage as a boy. She would get so mad that the vein in her forehead would bulge blue) could speak, the other nun present spoke up.

"Yes Mr. Gold. That's what happened. The poor thing was wet and so frightened… You would think a ghost was chasing her! And her nightmares. Every night she has them and she always keeps a chair barricaded at the door to prevent anyone from coming in. It was so bad last night we had no choice but to break the door down. We need your help Mr. Gold. She needs your help!"

"Thank you Sister Astrid," Blue interrupted curtly with a warning look in her eye. "If you believe it's a waste of time Mr. Gold, then I understand. As I told Sister Astrid here that was the last straw for our guest. She scares the children with her screams and nightmares and we've already provided enough to the poor soul. It's time we take her to the County and have the doctors and nurses treat her. I see no other way."

"The County?" Hamish repeated. "Christ, do you know that's where they keep the crazies?" he exclaimed. "It doesn't strike me that she's a threat from what you said. She hasn't hurt anyone physically, has she?"

"Oh no!" Sister Astrid piped up. "She's as docile as can be!"

"Until one day she's not," Blue said with an arched brow. "We can't take that risk Mr. Gold."

"Of course not—" he started.

"If you won't help she'll go to the hospital. Please you must do something," Sister Astrid pleaded.

Looking at the nuns, Hamish sighed deeply. "Okay. I can't promise results because typically my clients can speak. I'll do my best and if I can't help her, then I'll take her to County personally. Deal?"

"Deal," Blue said with a sharp nod. "Bring her in Sister."

They must have had her waiting outside all along for as soon as Astrid opened the door, the mystery woman shuffled inside. Her head was down and her long brown hair was hiding her face. Her clothes that the nuns gave her were clean and sterile looking with the oversized white shirt that fell to her knees and the periwinkle blue pants. Even her shoes were stark white! She stopped beside the younger nun and finally lifted her head at the other's gentle coaxing.

Hamish was instantly struck by the brilliance blue hue of her eyes—so wide and full of alert. She regarded him warily, and why not? He was a stranger who was going to help her. Or try to at least.

She's awfully young, he thought. No older than twenty I imagine. And pretty. Strangely, he found himself a little choked up as he cleared his throat. "Hi. I'm Hamish Gold. Detective Hamish Gold, I mean. I'm going to help you remember who you are and find your family, all right?"

The girl-woman nodded in understanding, a small smile filled with hope gracing her slender, pink petal lips. Well, so far he took that as a good sign.

"Great. Well Sisters, I'll go ahead and take your guest off your hands. We have a lot to do if we want to trigger that memory of hers."

He offered his arm to let her go first and she gave him another sheepish grin—and was that a blush?—and took the lead as they left the orphanage.

"I figured we stop at a buddy's house of mine first. You may not know who you are, but I bet someone here in Storybrooke will. He'll take your picture and we'll put an ad in the paper and see what happens."

His silent companion gave another nod.

Well, Hamish thought. Here goes nothing.