Graham woke up with a headache. He opened his eyes, and sat up. Where was he? It looked like the woods. He stood a bit shakily, leaning up against a tree to wait for the dizziness to subside.
He tried to remember the last thing that has happened, but he came up empty. He'd got up, gone for coffee at Grannie's, and then gone to work. Then what? He shook his head trying to clear it, but only succeeded in making his headache flare. He groaned, and sat back down against the tree, wondering what he was going to do now.
He must have fallen asleep, because the next thing he knew, he felt something wet on his face. He woke up with a start, opening his eyes and wiping his face. He froze, finding himself staring into the eyes of a wolf. One of them was black a night, the other red as blood. The wolf seemed to have been licking his face. He wondered if this was how his life would end. He hoped not. After a minute, the wolf turned, and walked away. Graham let out the breath he'd been holding. He stood, thinking he should probably get out of the woods. How had he gotten here anyway? He started walking, hoping that he would find answers when he got home.
Regina was in her office. She was not worried, she told herself. Then she realized it was pointless. She was worried. She'd had to get rid of Graham, and that had been disappointing. Even worse was that Swan had gotten the position of Sheriff. She knew there was at least one other person in storybrooke who actually knew the truth, and that bothered her to no end. But the worst for her was that Diane had escaped. She'd worked very hard to keep her in that hospital, and then she just got up and walked out. From here, she could envision things falling apart. She could see this curse, everytghing she'd worked so hard for disappearing. But she would not let that happen. As far as she knew, Gold had no idea that Diane even existed. That was good. OIf she could find Diane, then it would stay that way. Katherine was gone, dead, and that posed a problem; David would feel free to pursue Mary Margaret. But she had almost taken care of that. She had control of the situation, she realized. Graham was dead, and no one else seemed to remember a thing, besides her and Gold. Mary Margaret was all but taken complete care of. And she would find Diane, and take care of her. She would always win.
Graham had no idea which way he was going. He hoped he was moving out of the woods and not further in. The trees were thinning a bit, and he supposed that was good. Every now and then, he would hear wolves howling through the trees, and would quicken his pace. Suddenly, the trees stopped. He was blinded for a moment by the sunlight, and shielded his eyes from it with his hand. When his eyes adjusted, he stared ahead, awestruck. He had no idea where he was, but this was definitely not Storybrooke. Ahead of him, lay the palace of the Black Queen.
Diane was still in Archie's apartment. She didn't want to go back to the hospital, but she knew that they were going to find her eventually. She though that her best bet was probably to have Archie tell them that she wasn't crazy. He was a phsychiatrist, his opiniion had to count for something around here. She made up her mind. She would have Archie... she didn't exactly know. Ask her questions, or have her take tests, just something to prove that she was perfrctly sane. Then she would get a job, and get to know people. And she would find... she stopped. There it was again. There was something that she had to find. But what was it? She shook her head. If it was important, she would remember it.
Graham walked through the halls of the palace. Men dressed in odd black uniforms were slumped here and there, unconcious. He walked through room after room, wondering where the hell he was, and what was happening.
"You woke," A voice said, answering a question that he hadn't answered. He turned, but there was no one there.
"Who's there?" he asked.
There was a swirl of red mist, and a woman in a red dress appeared in front of him. He blinked, and she smiled at him.
"This is going to be a lot of fun," she said, giggling.
"What is?" Graham asked.
"Oh leave him alone," another voice came from behind him. He turned, to see another person, a girl who looked about twenty, walking towards them. She had green eyes, and brown, waist-length hair, and was wearing a green dress, that went down to he knees, and looked like it was made of... leaves? The other woman scoffed, and looked Graham over.
"Why? He's human. It's been so long, and other spirits are so hard to play tricks on," the woman said.
"Who are you?" Graham asked.
The woman in the red curtsied deeply. "Kialenekver. I am here to... help you," she said, a grin playing across her features.
The woman in green rolled her eyes. "No, she's an Imp. If you listen to her,she'll cause you no end of trouble," she said. She stepped foward. "Besides, you know me," she said.
"I do?" Graham asked. She did look so familiar. But he was sure that he'd never seen her before in his life.
She nodded. "Allmenthya? I'm a tree Nymph. You stopped a man from cutting my tree down," she said.
Graham frowned. Why did that sound so familiar? Allmenthya looked at Kialenekver. "We have to help him, otherwise, no one else will ever wake up," she said. She looked meaningfully at her. "No more enjoyable pranks," she said.
Kialenekver groaned, but nodded. She looked at Graham.
"I suppose you want to know where you are?" she asked.
Graham nodded. "Yes, I do," he said. Allmenthya smiled. "Follow me," she said, turning to walk down the hall. Graham looked at Kialenekver, and she shrugged, following Allmenthya. Graham looked around, and followed them, anxious to know what was happening.