Daylight broke, Snow hadn't slept. She watched the line of light creep towards her as she lay solidly on the painful floor. The sun shot through the back of her eyes, cruelly reminding her that the world still revolved.
The door creaked, and Ruby's arm leant inside, pushing the heavy object out of the way, making room for Belle to sneak through the gap she created.
Their faces filled with content, their loving eyes stabbed into the room towards Snow.
"You're awake!" remarked Belle, assembling herself, attempting to shake off some of her euphoria. She almost skipped around the room, her body filled with bliss, as she walked towards Snow, who continued to lay unenthusiastically on the ground. Ruby placed the door back into its original position and patted the dirt from her hands, she turned towards the girls, who were now side by side.
"... Snow?" Ruby enquired, noticing the look of anguish embedded into her face. At this, Belle turned to look at Snow's empty expression. They both paused, confused, and looked at each other for assurance...
Snow released her thoughts, returning to reality she sat up and looked between the bewildered women. She forced a wide smile onto her cheeks,
"Hi" she laughed awkwardly, "I just woke up."
Belle and Ruby's bodies relaxed, their happiness re-appearing. Ruby strolled towards them, and knelt down beside her lover. She looked lovingly into her eyes, and Belle returned the glance with a blushed smile. Snow watched them for a second, then stood firmly,
"Okay!" she managed, attempting to join in with their happiness, "I'm going to go to the village today to gather some tools, we're gonna need a lot more than a broom to really sort this place out." She immediately picked up her cloak and began pulling it on,
"Wow, you're keen..." giggled Belle, watching Snow pace towards the door - which made her stop in her tracks.
She relaxed herself,
"Yes, yes i am" she beamed back at Belle, "This place is gonna be beautiful." She scanned the room, narrowly avoiding the cot. "Will you two be okay on your own?"
"Oh... I'm sure we'll manage somehow." Ruby replied, seductively glancing at Belle and nudging into her arm, which made the smaller girl blush ever brighter.
"Right." Snow coughed, continuing to reach for the door. She pushed... the door was very heavy for her weakened arms. Ruby started to stand,
"I'll help" she stated
"No." Snow snapped, pushing and pushing against the door until it finally gave way. Ruby froze, shocked by the sudden response. They watched as Snow let herself out, dropping the door back into place with a loud thud.
Snow composed herself and released a long breath as she stood outside the door. Examining the ground - she could tell she stood atop the clearing where Ruby and Belle had lay together last night, the dirt was still revelling in their lust. She shook herself and continued onwards, not forgetting the task at hand.
She trudged through the woods for a couple of hours, retracing the footsteps in her memory from a map she had inspected back in StoryBrooke.
Eventually she found herself entering a dank old village, rippling with vermin and filth. As she cautiously navigated further inside, she searched for a particular building. The air lay thickly around her, a foul scent drifted heavily. She pulled her cloak tightly over her body and around her mouth as disease stricken faces ogled at how peculiar she looked amongst them...
"The Raving Mare" - a dark sign rocked above the door way to a bar's entrance, men howled drunkenly and music perforated towards her for within. She paused, contemplating her decision, then briskly took a step inside.
The noises grew fiercely louder as she walked into the dimly lit room, the smell of alcohol tried to make her heave. She scanned the tables quickly, as not to catch eye contact with any of the rough looking men, although most of them were distracted by harlots, who willingly shared themselves amongst the rabble. Her eyes stopped at a table in the far corner, where a man sat confidently, emptying a large bottle of rum.
She briskly walked towards him, holding her hood down over her face and manoeuvring herself around falling men and giggling whores. She collapsed herself into the chair opposite the man, who grinned at her knowingly.
"Well, Well..." He snarled, "Would you look what the Wolf dragged in."
He threw the empty bottle of rum behind himself, which shattered against the back of another man's skull. The man turned to the challenge, but upon realising who threw the projectile, refrained and instead attacked another.
Hook sat obnoxiously, content with himself.