Chapter 3 Snow Falls
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My sister Snow White was now wanted for many crimes and my twin sister Alexandra just disappeared. I have to find them and take them to safe place. There's no one I can trust with task other than myself. When it was night I sneaked out of the castle through an abandoned tunnel. My maid Grace was waiting for me. She gave me peasant clothes, water and some food, a map, my horse, my sword and some of my other belongings.

I quickly put the clothes on. ''Thank you for helping me, Grace. I know I put you in tough spot.'' I told her sincerely. ''Of course. Good luck and be careful, my lady.'' She said as she bowed her head. I got up on my horse and commanded her to gallop. I wanted to be as far away as possible when they discovered I was gone.

I had been riding for hours now and my horse Nova was growing tired so I knew that it was time to take a break. I stopped by the nearest tavern. A man almost wanted to close the tavern when he saw me. ''I was hoping to get a room?'' I asked him, not looking him in the eye and making sure my cloak covered me almost completely.

I feared he might recognize me. He eyed me suspiciously. ''Of course, come in. I'll write you down.'' He gestured for me to come in. ''Thank you, Sir.'' I said as I entered. He grabbed a book from behind the bar. ''I am Robin Hood by the way. And you are?'' Robin asked me. ''It's Sophia.'' I quickly made up.

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It was the third dream in a row already and it was getting really annoying. They felt so real yet unreal. My brain said that it couldn't be real while my heart told me that the dreams really did happen...

Liam was still sleeping peacefully as he had a day off but I didn't, I was volunteering for the hospital today. I gave Liam a light kiss on his cheek and I knew he was a heavy sleeper so I knew he wouldn't wake up.

''Trace, this pair of scissors is used to cut paper and not used to cut off other people's hair .'' I warned the 10 year old as he had tried to cut Amy's hair. He nodded obediently but I knew he would try once again when I turned my back on him. So I took the scissors from him and gave him crayons and a piece of paper. ''There you go, now you can draw a picture for Mrs. Jenkins.'' The rest of the afternoon passed pretty uneventfully and I really had a lot of fun playing with the children.

''Well, I suppose I'll get ready for my date. I guess I'll have to do all the talking.'' I heard Mary Margaret say as I entered the living room with my groceries. ''So you're going on date too?'' I asked as I put the groceries down in the kitchen. ''Please, don't tell me you're going on a date with Dr. Whale again. You're way too good for him.''

She shook her head with a grim smile. ''I'm going to read from a story book to coma patient because Henry thinks it might get him to wake up. And he also thinks that he might be prince charming.'' I nodded thoughtfully. I didn't tell them, I suspected Henry to be right about this. They would just think, I was nuts thinking that Henry's fantasies were real.
''You forgot to tell me which fairy tale character Henry thinks you are?'' Emma changed the subject. ''He thinks I'm Madeline, Snow White's sister who was obliged to marry king William for an alliance.''

Emma was silent for a moment. ''And do you believe that might be true?'' I scoffed, hoping to be convincing as indifferent. ''Of course not. But Henry believes in it so I let him.''

''So was the spaghetti edible?'' I asked while putting the dishes in the sink. I knew I wasn't the best cook but I thought that I had done quite well this time. ''Yes, most definitely. It was delicious.'' He said as he hugged me from behind and kissed my neck.
Later, when we were lying in bed together, I decided to tell him about my dreams. My head was lying on his chest and I could hear his heart beating softly. ''Can I tell you something? Can you promise not to laugh?'' I asked him. ''Sure, go ahead.'' He said while brushing a lock of hair out of my face.

''Lately, I've been having these dreams about us as fairytale characters and the dreams are exactly like the stories in Henry's storybook,'' I paused for a moment and looked up to him for a moment to detect his reaction, he looked to be calm and most importantly the expression told me, that he didn't think I was crazy. Yet. ''What if the dreams aren't dreams but memories from the life we lived before?''

Liam was quiet for a moment before he answered. ''I'm not saying you're crazy but I think that Henry infected you with his overactive imagination. Dreams are just dreams you know.'' I felt a pang of hurt in my heart, he didn't believe me. If he didn't who would? Except for Henry of course but he was a child written off as a child with too much imagination. If I told everyone, I believed in fairy tale stories, I'd be locked away in the psychiatric ward of the hospital.

So I decided to lie as I believed deep down the dreams were real and some day everyone might believe , ''I'm sure you're right, it's just my imagination.'' He kissed the top of my head and soon after we fell asleep in each other arms.

I was awoken by a noise coming from the living room, it was probably Mary Margaret who had come home from her ''date'' but I decided to check it out anyway and get a cup of milk while I was at it.

I found Mary Margaret sitting on the couch staring into thin air. ''So how did it go?'' I asked while grabbing some milk from the fridge and pouring it into two cups, one for me and one for her.

''He's married.'' She answered still staring into blank space. Now, I was confused. ''Wait, I thought the guy was in a coma and no one claimed him in all those years.'' I handed her a cup of milk and sat down next to her on the couch. She told me the whole story. John Doe had woken up whose actual name was David Nolan. He and his wife had gotten into a heated argument and David left their home to cool off. But never returned home, Regina had found him on the side of the road unconscious and took him to the hospital and so Regina became his emergency contact.

''The story sounds kind of fishy to me.'' I said after Mary Margaret finished the story. "How can the wife not have known where her husband went or why didn't she at least go looking for him?'' Mary Margaret shrugged, then we heard a knock on the door.
Mary Margaret opened the door revealing Emma. ''Sorry to bother you so late. Is that spare room still available?''
Mary Margaret nodded and let her in.