Helena turned and threw open the glass door separating the coma patient from the rest of the overnighters. "The coma patient just woke up!" The startled young volunteer glanced up, saw Eleanor sitting up in her bed, and ran out the door to go find a doctor.

"Oh, Phillip!" squealed Eleanor. "I can't believe you found me!"

"Um…" the thrilled but bewildered man smiled as Eleanor threw her arms around him. "My name's Kevin. We met at a bar, remember?"

"What's a bar?" asked Eleanor.

Kevin just laughed and hugged her back. "I can't believe you're awake!"

"Neither can I, my prince." Eleanor cupped Kevin's cheek in her hand for a second, then pulled him into a surprise kiss.

"Excuse me, coming through." A doctor burst through the door behind Helena, who stepped out of the way. "Hi, Eleanor. How are you feeling?"

"It's not Eleanor," said the woman, pulling herself away from Kevin's shoulder but holding onto his hand. "It's Aurora. Princess Aurora. And I'm feeling very well, thank you."

"Um…okay." The doctor began looking at the monitor next to her making sure that her vital signs were okay.

"Ooh, what's that?" asked Eleanor. "Are you a wizard?"

"Something like that," said the doctor. He turned around to grab a blood pressure cuff from a nearby drawer, and that's when he happened to glance at Helena. "Oh, hey there. Come here often?" Helena took that as her cue to leave.

Henry finally shut the story book. He put it back in the drawer he had gotten it from, too drained to think about it anymore right now but not ready to return it to Kayla just yet. He sat down on the bed and leafed through his sketchpad. The only characters he had identified so far were Ruby, Granny, and James. By far the most jarring discovery he had made that day was the fact that the evil witch was his and Helena's grandmother. He wondered if Kayla had also made that connection, that the evil witch was her biological great-grandma.

As soon as Henry heard a knock on the bedroom door, he got up and shoved the sketchpad into the drawer with the book. Unsurprisingly, when he opened the door, his sister skulked in.

"Thought you were going back to Boston?" asked Henry.

"I am, when you give me a ride home on Tuesday." Helena plopped herself down on the bed.

"No other way out of town?" Henry questioned.

"Nope. No bus or taxi or anything is willing to drive out of Storybrooke."

"Interesting," Henry remarked. There was nothing in the book about the town itself, but it seemed safe to say it was probable that no one in Storybrooke had ever left except for Kayla.

"I still hate you for dragging me to this hellhole."

"Whatever."

"And for being an idiot and giving up your awesome career for all this."

"I'm going to take a shower now," said Henry, less because he needed one than to get away from his sister's criticisms.

"I've always wondered why you decided to become a detective in the first place," Helena remarked. "Hope it wasn't to go off looking for long-lost kids."

"Goodnight, Helena." Henry clicked the bathroom door shut behind him, knowing his sister would be asleep by the time he got out.

It was sad and unfair that he couldn't tell her what was going on now. But hopefully, it would all make sense. Maybe, in the end, it was possible that she would even forgive him.

"Are you sure you don't need your book back anytime in the next few days?" asked Henry.

"Yes, I'm sure," said Kayla on the other end of the line. "I'll call you back later. My parents want to take a walk in the woods."

"Okay, one more thing. Do you have any idea where the book came from in the first place?"

"I got it from my teacher, Miss Blanchard."

"Thanks," replied Henry as he quickly wrote down the name. "Have a good day."

"You, too!"

The phone lines clicked. Henry stuffed his sketchpad in his jacket and left after rattling off some fake explanation to Helena about where he was going. He went down to Granny's to get some coffee before doing anything else.

"Whipped cream?" asked Ruby as she handed him his drink.

"Sure, thanks," said Henry. "By the way, Ruby. Do you happen to know where I could find a Ms. Blanchard?"

"Oh, you're looking for Mary Margret. She came here to get her coffee awhile ago. She might be at home; she spends a lot of time with her father when she's not working. Or maybe the hospital, I think she volunteers on weekends."

"Thanks," said Henry. He paid for his coffee and left. Ten minutes later, Helena walked in.

"Good morning," Ruby greeted her cheerfully. "Want some coffee? Your brother was just here."

"Naturally," Helena groaned. "Any way I can book a second room for the next couple of nights? Henry kept me up all night snoring."

"No problem," said Ruby. "I'll just let my Granny know." Helena smiled and waited for her coffee.

"Hey." Helena turned when a man slid into the seat next to her. It took a moment for her to recognize him as the same doctor she'd seen last night.

"Come here often?" asked Helena mockingly.

"Sorry if I was a little crude last night," he said. "I'm Dr. Whale."

"Helena Stable." She cordially accepted a handshake from him.

"It's been awhile since I've met a girl as pretty as you," said the doctor. "Other than some of my patients and the nuns, but those are unavailable for obvious reasons." Helena didn't say anything. "You have a nice smile."

"Thanks."

"Mind if I buy you a drink sometime?"

Helena stood up. "I appreciate the effort, Dr. Whale. But there are three things I've learned from my brother. One, Pop Tarts are the breakfast of champions. Two, it's okay to be over twenty and still sleep with a stuffed animal. Three, never fall for smooth talkers." She walked away to go talk to Granny about her room, leaving the doctor with a perplexed expression on his face.

Within the hour, Henry had found Mary Margret's house. She opened the door and stepped outside as soon as he reached her porch.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

Henry wasn't quite sure what to do next. Under similar circumstances, he would have popped out his detective badge and started asking her questions. But that didn't seem appropriate considering all he had to inquire about was a storybook.

"Yes, hi," he said. "You may have heard of me. I'm the new deputy and Kayla Gold's birthfather."

"Nice to meet you," Mary Margret said sweetly. "I'm actually on my way to the hospital now."

"That's fine. I was just wondering where you got that book of fairytales you gave Kayla."

"That old thing?" Mary Margret motioned for Henry to follow her and continued down the sidewalk. "It was in a box of books that the library donated to my classroom a few months ago."

"It was very generous of you to give it to her," Henry remarked. "Any particular reason why?"

Mary Margret hesitated. "Kayla can be a handful sometimes. But she is a very creative and intelligent little girl who ends up spending more time on her own than she should."

"What do you mean?" asked Henry. "Are her parents neglecting her?"

"Oh no, not at all," said Mary Margret quickly. "It's her social life outside of home that I'm worried about. She tells me all the time that she can never keep a friend at school for more than one grade because after that they forget about her. It's the saddest thing. The reason I gave her that book is because I wanted her to have the most important thing any child can have: hope." Henry just nodded. "And now she's convinced herself that everyone in town is a fairytale character."

Henry smiled. "You knew about that, huh? Who does she think you are?"

"Snow White. What about you?"

"Oh…I'm not in it." When Mary Margret turned to look at something, Henry quickly pulled out his sketchpad and compared her face to the picture of Snow White. Yes, this was definitely her. Only Snow White had better hair.

Moments later, David turned the corner and he and Mary Margret instantly both looked away and blushed.

"Hi David," said Mary Margret softly, somewhat awkwardly.

"Good morning, Mary Margret," David replied. Both quickly went on their way.

"Daddy?" asked Kayla as she helped her father spread out a picnic blanket on a grassy hill just east of the toll bridge. "Where did you get everything in your shop from?"

"Well, that would take a long time to go over, Kayla," said Mr. Gold. "You know I have quite a few things in my shop."

"That's okay," Kayla replied as she took some empty plates from her mother and set them on the blanket. "Just go over one thing at a time."

Mrs. Gold laughed. "Why on earth do you suddenly need to know that, Kayla? Is there something specific you're looking for?"

"No. I'm just getting information for Operation Zebra." Mr. and Mrs. Gold glanced at each other, wondering if the other knew what she was talking about. "It's…need-to-know," Kayla explained.

Mrs. Gold raised her eyebrows. "Guess what? We're your parents. Therefore, we need to know."

Kayla sighed. "Bottom line, I'm pretty sure that every single object in the pawn shop is something out of my book."

Mrs. Gold shot a glance at her husband, who simply smiled. "What do you mean?"

"To name a few, the axe you have on your wall came from one of the Seven Dwarves' mines, the red cloak you have is Red Riding Hood's magic hood, the golden sword you have was turned gold by King Midas, and I'm pretty sure that those ugly dolls were Geppetto's parents."

"Interesting thought," mused Mr. Gold as he accepted a peanut butter sandwich from his wife. "If that's true, what do you suppose the ship in a bottle is from?"

Kayla shrugged. "Maybe it's a model of a pirate ship."

Mr. and Mrs. Gold exchanged amused glances. This fairy tale thing may be out of hand, but at least they wouldn't have to worry about their daughter's imagination lacking anytime soon.

"Where did you get it from?"

Mr. Gold shrugged. "Everything in that shop has been there as long as I can remember."

Kayla looked disappointed. "Even the case of magic wands in the back room?"

"Yes, Kayla. Even that."

Henry sat down on a park bench to make a list of the people of Storybrooke he'd identified so far. Granny and Ruby, Red Riding Hood and her grandmother. David, James. Mary Margret, Snow White. Marco, Geppetto. Dr. Hopper, Jiminy Cricket. Sidney Trapp, the Genie. Nearby, a man was sitting next to a sandbox watching his tiny daughter play.

"Good afternoon, Henry." Henry looked up and saw David standing behind him. "Enjoying our town?"

Henry smiled. "Very much." David nodded. "Hey. Is there anyone else who works at the animal shelter with you?"

"Not on a regular basis," said David. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm just trying to get a hang on who does what around here," Henry replied carefully. "I know people are expected to know everything that goes on in a small town."

David came over and sat next to Henry. "I can give you some help, if you like. That guy over there is Jefferson and his daughter is Paige. Jefferson works at a formalwear shop. His wife died in a car crash a couple of years back."

Henry smiled. "The person I've been hearing about the most the past couple of days is Mayor Mills. What's the deal with her?"

"Oh, that woman is a sadistic…" David remembered that they were sitting next to a playground and bit his tongue. "Witch. I haven't seen her much since you arrived, but when you're in the same room or even on the same block as her, you know it. She snaps at everyone who talks to her, and when people back away from her in fear she actually smiles."

"Sounds like a witch to me," said Henry simply. David smiled. "Does she have any family?"

"Yes, a daughter," David replied. "But she doesn't talk much. Just follows her mother's orders, as much at her mercy as the rest of us. I think they might even still live together in that outrageous mansion."

Henry tensed up. Sounded like something the evil witch would do to his mother. "So," he smiled and decided to change the subject. "What's the deal with that schoolteacher?"

"Um…uh…nothing."

Henry laughed. "Those looks back there were not nothing. Even I know that."

"I've…I've…that's how we've been as long as I can remember," David finally admitted.

"And you've never talked to her, or asked her out, or anything?"

"Maybe she's not interested."

"Then you won't be any worse off than you are right now," Henry pointed out. "Besides, she's definitely interested. Even Kayla's noticed." David blushed a tiny bit. Henry's phone buzzed in his pocket, and he answered it quickly. "Hello? Sorry, James, I have to go. My sister needs me to pick up something from the store."

"Um…okay. It's David."

"Right, I knew that," Henry corrected himself. "Later, man."

After picking up a few bare necessities for himself and Helena, which he knew she could have easily picked up herself and was probably forcing him to do it because she was still mad at him, Henry went back to investigating the town. Jefferson was obviously the Mad Hatter, although why he alone had the same name in the book that he did here was a mystery. Paige was his daughter Grace.

Near Granny's was a flower shop where a young blonde woman was arranging a bouquet. Henry walked closer to it and decided to try and profile her. After five minutes of scrolling through, he suddenly realized she was Abigail Midas. Henry lightly smacked himself in the face with the sketchpad. Of course. He had been so happy to be able to talk to James again that he had completely forgotten that the guy was supposed to be married.

"Hi, Henry."

Henry looked up and saw Ruby standing behind him. "Your sister told me to let you know you're paying for dinner tonight."

Henry sighed. "Of course."

"By the way," Ruby added. "David says thank you."

"What?"

"Thanks to you, he and Mary Margret are on their first date at the restaurant right now, and it's going great!"

Oh, crap. What had he done?