Easter, Schmester! What do you MEAN there isn't a new episode Sunday night?
Oh, and if you either haven't watched the last episodes or seen the preview for the next episode, there's a slight spoiler included below. I wasn't even going to warn, but I figure there are people out there who may not have seen it yet. So avert your eyes till you've seen the most recent episode. Or at least the last 5 minutes.
I also need to say that I never really bought Emma and Graham as a possible pairing. Honestly, until Hat Trick, Emma was my weakest link. But I guess that was the ep that Morrison hit her stride as Emma Swan, because she also brought it in the last ep too. So no offense to Graham fans.
Emma collapsed back into her chair at her desk. It was late. The town was quiet and she was alone. Mary Margaret was finally out of that cell. Regina was unhappy, but what else was new. She had no clue where Katherine had come from, but at this point, she didn't actually care. Regina was on her heels. Mary Margaret was sleeping in her own bed tonight and Mr. Gold… well, she still wasn't sure why he had taken such an interest in this case, but she just couldn't muster up a give-a-shit at this point.
Because the dreams had continued. It was part of the reason she was still sitting in her office at 11:30 at night. It was every night now. They felt so damn real. She could feel herself getting closer to him night after night. And she didn't mind. Not in the slightest. It had been a long time since someone had gotten into her head like this. She thought that Graham could have, but now she knows that was probably never going to happen. Not like this.
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. He felt so real to her when she was dreaming. It was to the point where she feared NOT having the dream when she laid her head on her pillow at night.
It had been 10 weeks. 10 weeks since he had fallen out that window. 10 weeks since she had looked into those eyes and seen that wicked smile. In the flesh, that is. But then again, were they really dreams when they felt so real and never changed?
It was maddening. She giggled at the thought. "Now I'm talking like him" she said, opening her eyes and looking at her empty office. "And I'm talking to myself. Great." She knew she needed to get some sleep. She pushed herself out of her chair and glanced around one more time before heading out the door, hitting the lights as she went.
She got about 10 steps out the door when she realized that she left her keys on her desk. "Not going to get very far without those" she muttered to herself as she walked into the dark office. She grabbed her keys off the corner of her desk and glanced around again. She looked out the window as she started to turn on her heels. Then she froze. She slowly turned back toward the window and looked again. She thought for sure her eyes were playing tricks on her. They had to be, her brain screamed at her.
But they weren't. Because there it was. Plain as day. For the first time in 10 weeks, there was light streaming from every window of that large house on the top of the hill.