Chapter 8, Jefferson pov
I was sitting at home, enjoying a nice cup of happy-not-your-birthday tea as I heard someone ring the doorbell. I frowned, no one would ever come over to my place, especially not at 11PM.
When I opened the door to see a familiar blonde standing there, Emma.
"Youre from Wonderland, right?" Emma asked, cutting right to the case.
"Yes..." I said with a slight hesitation, "Why?"
"I need your help with identifieng someone from there" Emma said.
I raised an eyebrow "Just because Im from Wonderland, doesn't means I know everyone who lived there Emma.. Just like you don't know everyone who lived in Boston."
Emma sighed, but she wasn't about to give up "You would know her or at least regonize her, she is royalty"
I couldn't say I wasn't curious to see what Wonderland royalty had found her way to Storybrooke. It couldn't be the white queen, last I heard she was in charge of Wonderland...
The next morning I found myself at the sheriffs station from where Emma would lead me to the royal, she hadn't told me who it was and I had gotten rather curious to find out.
As soon as I arrived, Emma took me out of the station and to her car. She drove us to the mayors mansion and I raised an eyebrow at her "She is with Regina?" I asked, I hadn't expected Regina to take care of a random stranger. Emma didn't reply.
A few minutes later we stood at Reginas door, waiting for the former queen to open it. And once she did, a look of anoyance covert her face. "What are you two doing here?" she demanded on a harsh tone.
"We are here to see your sister, maybe Jefferson knows her"
Regina tought for a second before she opened the door for me and I walked in. There in the kitchen I saw her, the girl who helped me get back to the Enchanted Forest so I could see my daughter again, Dakota.