A/N: Got another fairytale quote from Jiminy Cricket. Usual disclaimer applies.

I am awoken at eight in the morning by a loud pounding on the door. Rubbing my eyes, I wince as the person now begun ringing the doorbell.

"I'm coming!" I shout, hoping the person at the door would give it a rest.

Yanking open the front door, my eyes squint at the sudden rush of light. It takes a minute to register that one of the neighbor hood security guards to glaring down at me. A piece of white paper is in his hands, and he holds it out to me.

"This is from the manager's office" he says to as I take the paper from him. It is taped together.

"What is it?" I ask as I open it. The paper requests that I come into the office as soon as possible.

"Don't know" the security guard says with a shrug. "They were just very adamant that you come in as soon as possible"

"No problem" I say. He gives a slight nod and walks off. I shrug slightly as I head back inside.

I'm not to worried about the notice. It's probably about the night where I was blasting my music and how I need to keep it down more. Reaching for the cupboard, I grab a Pop Tart and get some clothes ready for the day. Not feeling all too motivated to move just yet, I sink into my chair with a magazine and finish my Pop Tarts.

It was almost 11:30am when I finally dragged myself out of the apartment. It was an absolutely beautiful day out. Unlike yesterday, which had been so grey and cloudy. I am confident that today will be a better one. The little bells chimes as I enter the small office and take a seat. I wait for about a minute, and I see the apartment manager, Mr. Jean come out.

"Ms. Black" he says with obvious false enthusiasm, "Just the person I wanted to see"

"I just got the notice that I needed to stop in" I say as I get up and approach the desk, "What did you need to see me about?"

"Your payment for rent was rejected" he says as he leans over the desk to look me straight in the eye, "It didn't go through. As of right now, you have a balance that needs to be tended to immediately"

I wrinkled my nose in frustration. This was not what I had been expecting. "What do you mean it didn't go through?"

"Ma'am, you'll have to check with your bank as to why the funds were rejected. I can't see why, except that your card was declined'

I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. "Ok, then what about my rent? What about my apartment?"

The man's eyes practically gleamed as he sneered down at me. "Well, as you know, per the contract you signed with us, after five days of being unable to collect rent, we charge an additional twenty-five dollars in late fees. That's per day. So, as it stands, you are two days after that five day period. You now owe rent, and an additional fifty dollars"

"I wasn't informed of this till today though!" I am nearly in tears now. "But it's Sunday, so the bank is closed for today!"

"I am so sorry, but it sometimes takes three to four business days for all of our transactions to post. Sometimes, it might take longer than that"

There is nothing more I can do. I am beyond frustrated. "I can't pay my rent, then another $75! That's not fair!"

"You signed the agreement. Welcome to responsibility. Have a good day" I can't believe I have so easily dismissed. With that, he turns his back and walks out of the office.

"No, no, no, you do not turn your back on me!" I am so angry that I walk around the desk and follow him into the back office"

Eyes widening in annoyance, the man yanks out his black cell phone. "Miss, you need to turn around and leave, unless you are able to provide the funds right now! If you do not leave, I will have security, escort you out!"

"Who is the manager of this place? Who is your boss!" I demand.

The man cracks a half-smile and my insides grow cold. "It's Mr. Gold. Surely you knew that"

I can feel the color drain from my face. I don't remember what I said to Mr. Jean but I know it wasn't pleasant. Before he can even flip open his cell phone, I storm out of the office. This is clearly harassment. I need a minute to think. I storm down the main street to head straight for Granny's. The clock on the tower rings, signaling that its now noon. I need a coffee. Hell, I need a whiskey! That it only being noon be damned!

I stomp into Granny's and make my way for the bar. Thankfully, only a handful of people are in the little diner. There is only one other person sitting up there, an old man reading a newspaper. He turns to me as I pull out my seat. I attempt to smile but all he does is curl up his lip at me. He picks up his coffee and his newspaper and promptly moves to the other side of the bar.

'Alrighty then' I think to myself as I wait for Granny to turn towards me so I can order my well deserved drink.

"Sorry to keep you waiting hun. What can I-"Granny pauses when she sees that its me sitting on the stool. "Oh! Jenna!"

"Hey. Are you okay?" the old woman is nervously wringing her hands through her apron as she stares at me with a peculiar look.

"Oh! Of course" Granny chokes out as she tries to laugh, "Yes! Yes! Just a long day. What can I get for you?"

"I feel like an alcoholic for ordering this at this time of day, but I need a whiskey"

Granny is studying me so intensely for a few minutes that I almost take back the order. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she finally came back to life. "Oh! Oh yes dear, my, I just need to see your ID first"

I pull the ID out of my wallet and let her examine it for a minute before she sets it down and walks back to get my drink. I close my eyes and try to force myself to relax. The hair on the back of my neck pricks up and I know I'm being watched. Turning to the other side of the bar, the old man is now staring at me almost as intently as Granny had been. This time, I am in no mood to force pleasantries.

"Hi!" I say loudly.

This earns a few more head turns in my general direction. I am done caring. Feeling my temper rising, I stare down the man. Instead of curling his lips again, like I expected him too, he picked up his paper to leave. He passed by me, and our eyes met again. His eyes were so sad, and he gave me a little sympathetic wince as Granny came back with my drink.

She is staring at me with the most peculiar look. I feel like some sort of specimen in a science lab. Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that a few other people are staring at me too, then turning back to their table mates in hushed whispers. I finish my drink in a few gulps, leave the money for Granny and storm out of the diner. I don't have time for this crap. I mean, Storybrooke has always been weird, but this too much even for me to handle. Remembering the fuss i made over the asylum, i set off down the main street.

"Jenna!" the psychiatrist is giving me a surprised look when he sees its me banging on his door, "What can I do-!"

"You covered all of the psychiatric cases here, haven't you?" I barge through the door past him. Turing on my heels, I look the startled man directly in the eye, "Do you know about the town's asylum"

His eyes widen ever so slightly.

"Good!" I crow I as slump on to his black couch, arms folded over my knees, "Now I want you to tell me about it!"

"Jenna, I never said anything about an-"

"Didn't need to! Your face says it all!"

He sits on a chair in front of me, his eyes trying to analyze my face.

"Why is it such a taboo to talk about?"

"Not a taboo" he corrects me, "Mayor Mills didn't want the taint on the town's sterling reputation."

"Not even Graham knows" I am very annoyed at this point. "Of all people, shouldn't the town Sheriff know!"

"Its been a very well guarded, 'secret'. I only know because I was there to help evaluate them after the wreck. Since then, I had to have the files locked away. Mayor Mills doesn't want anyone to know. Several years back, there was an old mine shaft. Several people went into it and there was an accident. Most died, and the few who survived came back different"

"What do you mean by different?"

He is very nervous to go on, so I have to wait for a few minutes. "They came back in a state of deep shock, muttering about stories and past lives. One by one, they each displayed signs of post traumatic stress disorder. All suffered from severe psychosis of the mind. They thought they were story book characters"

"Was there any chemicals in the mine?" I prod him. No answer. "Were they suffering from bad LSD trips?"

"Jenna!" he balks at me, "Don't make fun of these people"

"Oh come on! A group of people get trapped in a mine shaft and come out babbling the same story. Yeah, that's not suspicious!"

"Once, they were normal but whatever happened in that mine eventually led to them having everything they loved torn away from them! Learn some tact"

"What did the reports say? Where are the old newspaper clippings. You can't possibly try to tell me that this just slipped people's minds as the years pass on" he is still silent. "Ok, maybe it did!"

"Jenna, this isn't a joking matter"

"Well, no one answers me!" I huff, "I caught someone here mistreating a patient and I nearly got in trouble for making him leave her alone? Why? Is it Regina? What is it with that woman anyways?"

"Regina is…complicated." he says with a slight wince.

"Great, your afraid of her too"

"Jenna, what are you doing here?" he is now staring at me.

"I took a wrong turn and needed a place to stay and you gave me directions to an inn, who then gave me directions to a diner where I met some real friends"

"No. What are you really doing here?"

"Well, I have a hunch that this is where I'm from" I am honest about this, "But I just haven't had a chance to look since…hey! No, this isn't time to psychoanalyze me!"

"Jenna, rumor has it you broke a deal with Mr. Gold. No one has ever broken a deal with Mr. Gold and stayed in Storybrooke"

"My, word loves traveling around hear" I say sarcastically, "That was only just yesterday. And for our 'mob', I'll be more than happy to break one of his sick deals!"

"Jenna-"

"I mean really, have you ever had to make a deal with him. Sheesh, where's the man's conscious!"

"A conscience is that still small voice that people won't listen to" Dr. Hopper trails off.

I frown. "Jiminy Cricket" his eyes suddenly snap back to mine. I can't help but chuckle. "Really? You're quoting the Cricket"

"Sorry" he said quickly, "Professional habit. I want everyone to be able to see their conscience, so that's who I go off of when I'm trying to relate to someone. Are you a fan of story books?"

"Well, I got this one from a friend" I say with a shrug, "I just haven't read it in a while"

He rubs his chin for a moment. He is about to say something but then my cell phone goes off. Flipping it open, it's Graham.

"Yeah" I say nonchalantly.

"Jenna! We have a situation and I need you hear!"

"Whoa, what's going on?" I want to know.

"Some lunatic has broken into some of the vaults!" his voice is very frantic and breathless, "He's now at the town square and he has a couple people hostage!"

I jump to my feet. I didn't bring my car, but I can make it if I sprint. "Ok, give me ten-"

"We don't have ten I need you here now if not sooner!"

"Ok!" Flipping off the phone, I look back at Dr. Hopper.

"Take my keys!" he says, shoving his keys at me, "My car is the old green Buick, you can't miss it!" With a hand on my back, he steers me out of his office, "The key to the car is the big black one! Don't ask me, because yes, I'm fine with it!"

Stunned, I turn to look back at him one more time, but he quickly shoos me off. Keys in hand, I sprint down the hallways and soon, I am making a mad dash towards the parking lot.

Up next: Jenna earns the title of Deputy.