Emma got up around 10 am on a Saturday morning, interested in whats happening on the new she clicks on the TV. She walked into the tiny kitchen of her New York apartment, and makes coffee for herself when she hears a familiar name on called on TV.

"Emma Swan is wanted for the assassination of the President of the USA, she is constituted extremely dangerous and well trained. Please keep a look out, she is on the run as of now." the news reporter told. Extremely lost Emma runs back into the living room and turns the TV up to hear what is going on.

"Emma Swan was last seen in Soho, New York as of right now the police authorities do not know where she is hiding out. But know she is on the run if you see her please call us immanently, here is a picture of her." the news reporter read.

A picture of Emma was then blasted on the TV and around the web, the picture was taken off Emma's Instagram account.

Emma did not commit this crime and she didn't know what to do, no one would believe her.

She ran into her room and grabbed her emergency pack and some red washable hair dye.

She knew she had to run to clear her name.

Emma worked for the CIA, and she is well trained she was top of her class.

After that report came out she knew her colleagues would come straight to her apartment, luckily she had time the elevator was out and she lived on the 12th floor.

She took of her heels and climbed out the window just as the swat team busted down her door.

She shimmed across the thin brick wall down to the fire escape, she knocked on her friends window and she let Emma in.

"I didn't do it! Don't call the cops, They are in my apartment right now. Let me change and I'll leave." Emma quickly explained to her friend Peggy.

"ok, hurry though." Peggy said.

"You believe me?" Emma asked.

"yeah I do, now go quickly" Peggy smiled.

Emma changed out of her dress into jeans boots and a T-shirt, she put a beanie on and tucked her hair into it. Then ran out of the apartment building her car was parked seven blocks away.

Luckily she wasn't spotted as she was going to her car.

She started driving, and drove for what seemed like a while and stopped in a small town in New Hampshire.

She stayed in a motel with a fake name and stolen credit card, and there she dyed her hair red.

The only problem with this hair dye is that it comes out in water and starts fading as days go by.

The next day she got in her yellow bug and drove up to Maine, she was almost to Canada.

It was late so she stopped in a small town called Storybrook, Maine.

She drove in the town as it started pouring, she couldn't go out of her car or her hair would go back blonde. So she parked and was sitting in her car, when she hear a lady scream.

She jumped and looked around, she saw a lady kneeling on the floor and and another man laying there. Emma jumped out of her and ran over to the girl, the guy laying on the floor was dead

"What happened?" Emma asked as she ran over there.

"I-I-Do-don't know, he—he-just-died" The girl cried.

Emma put her arm around the girl comforting her, and the girl looked up at Emma,

"thanks, oh you hair? Its running?" the girl said in question.

Emma didn't say anything, she was afraid that the beautiful girl in her arms was going to realize who she was.

Emma stood up with the girl and let her go as it started pouring harder, her hair went completely blonde again.

She turned around to walk away, but the girl grabbed Emma's shoulder,

"your Emma Swan, aren't you?" the girl questioned.

"I didn't do it! I have been framed! I had to leave my life because of this." Emma cried.

"come here" the girl said with her arms open for a hug.

"why are you hugging me and not calling the cops?" Emma asked

"because I don;t think you did it." the girl says

They hugged in the rain.

3 days later.

The cops that were chasing Emma figured out she was in Maine and now she had to leave.

Emma had only been there for 3 days but she had fell, fell in love.

She fell in love with that girl from that night, her name is Regina.

Regina refused to leave Emma so they went together to Canada.

They bought a small house on 24 acres of land in the middle of nowhere in north Canada.

And in the end they lived happily ever after, the cops never found Emma and the case was closed.