"Is it over yet? Are they gone?"
"Elle, you ask me that every day! I don't know. Maybe yes, maybe no."
"This is so annoying. How can anybody stand to live in a town where there are constant threats to their very existence and they don't even know the status of the threats."
"You know, dear, I've been meaning to talk to you about that."
"Yeah?"
"I've been thinking... this town really isn't safe."
"Mom... no!"
"Maybe we should leave."
"I don't want to go back to Boston. It was boring there, and I didn't like it, and I just... well, I just don't want to live there anymore. Life there was no fun."
"I actually wasn't thinking about Boston."
"Then what?"
"Well, there's an opening for a job in New York."
"New York?"
"Yeah."
"Mom, I don't-"
"Elle, it's not Boston, with whatever you hated about life there, and it's not Storybrooke, with the constant threats to existence. I think maybe we should move to New York."
"What about Evan?"
"Well..."
"Wait, Mom, aren't there all sorts of issues crossing the town line? What if we can't get back?"
"We may not be able to."
"Mom! He's my friend! Come on, we've lived here for a while now, I like it here. Sure, it feels boring at times, but it's less boring than Boston. And if I don't know anything about what's going on with the villains, they definitely don't know anything about me. So we're probably safe, unless they destroy the whole town."
"If you say so. But this place really is dangerous."
"I know. But I think it deserves its fair shot."
"I think it's had more than its fair shot already, but okay. We'll stay, until we're in legitimate danger."
"Great!"