Making her way through the trees, it was getting dark and she knew she needed to make camp soon. Looking towards the sky, it looks like a storm is approaching and how much she didn't want to, she must find someplace dry. Hearing something through the bushes, she picked up a stick, hoping to defend herself with it. "Who's there?!" She called out, stepping back and upon not paying attention, her foot managed to gotten stuck in a trap that seemed…like a Prank.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

"Huh?"

A boy stepped out of his hiding hole, and she blinked. The boy looked to be around her age and he was rather…cute. With their eyes meeting, she couldn't help a blush.

"That trap wasn't meant for you," He approached, wearing a smirk that managed to get her skin to crawl. "And what's this? A stick? Don't tell me you were thinking about defending yourself with a stick." His smirk grew even larger, and she felt stupid.

"Well I-I…" She started to speak, but the boy stopped her.

"Never mind." He gotten closer, getting down on his knees and freed her. "Next time watch your step. I've set out plenty of traps out here for my boys to be tested , next time I'd like to see you free yourself. Think of it as an challenge." He teasingly closed the distance between them. "Though I have to ask, who are you? No girl has ever stepped foot on this land except for W—"

"Shan, welcome to Storybrooke."

Wide eyed and with a gasp, how long was she out for? She looked around her surroundings, the mysterious boy managed to get in her daydreams now. She walked off the ship, following the others to who Knows where. Though, if Mr. Gold was dying, why were they entering a antique shop and not a hospital? Shrugging, it wasn't any of her business.

She looked around, couldn't help her amusement. She was told to not touch anything, yet, she couldn't help her curiosity. She picked up a glass vile, jumping out of her skin as Henry appeared behind her.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, you know just…looking around." Putting the vile back where she found it, she turned to the child. "So is Mr. Gold okay?"

"We won't know for a while." Henry looked towards the side. "Though Emma did wanted me to warn you about this town, we should take a walk. Don't worry we won't take long."

What's to know? It's just a town. With people like you and me."

"We've arrived on a pirate ship. Just…keep your mind open."

"Good point kid." She smirked. "Okay, lead the way."

Walking around, Henry told her everything, the curse, the people who lives here are story book characters, and showed her the book itself.

"You did tell me to keep my mind open, and yet, it does explain some things. Like, Storybrooke isn't on any maps, and yet, here I am." She eyed the book. "Hey. May I…see that?"

Looking through the pages, she was aware of fairytales, however, nothing like this. It's like she's learning the truth and as she continued, she jumped out of her skin once she landed on a specific page. "Henry? W-who's that?" Her hand went over her heart and if she didn't know any better, she was—never mind.

"That's Peter Pan. You know, Neverland? You-" Henry looked at her. "Wait. What's wrong? You look like-"

"Henry, you said that this town was cursed…This may sound strange but…I've seen Peter Pan before. In…my dreams. This book I hold in my hand is my dream diary, I've been keeping it ever since those dreams started, d-do you think…Um…I'm in that book of yours?"

"These dreams you've been having, what are they exactly?"

"Umm…Me in a unknown location, though now I'm thinking it was Neverland…Anyway, I'm usually exploring, and a boy-him-Peter Pan would show up and makes me feel stupid and Ben I'd wake up. I don't think I'm Windy Darling, he'd call me as such if that were the case. And earlier in my daydream, he asked for my identity."

Henry looked through the pages. "No, I can confirm your not Windy. Look. You look nothing like her, and if you was cursed, you'd been here with the rest of them."

"Then what does my dreams mean? Because Henry they definitely feel real."

"I don't know. But I bet we can find out."

Once again, Peter had awoken from another daydream. And this time, he's warning this mysterious girl of his traps? What's the matter with him? These dreams most definitely feels real, yet, far as he's aware, that girl doesn't exist. She never set foot on this island before so it must be his imagination…