February 1, 1985
Two years later and Regina had not found that insipid little brat Snow. Where was she? She had found the prince. But Snow and her brat had disappeared into the Ether. She supposed that Snow is likely unhappy where she was. So that made her 37th birthday all the better.
She got out of bed, as usual, happy to know the date and the year. Only she knew that two years had passed. Everyone was stuck on the exact same day. But today was not October 22, 1983, it was her birthday. So she was going to paint the town red.
It was her annual ritual to mess with the locals. She was the law in the town, so she could make anyone's life miserable.
This year, she wanted some… Grown-up fun. So she Pulled Out an ornate box. In it, a heart thumped. The heart of the Hunter that she had used to try to murder Snow White. But that heart had failed her. This meant that if she told this heart what to do, its owner will still exercise some free will and make her night interesting.
She handled the pulsating organ in her hand and spoke to it. "Sheriff Graham, I need you. You will fulfill my every need tonight," she stated and waited for the Sheriff to come.
He didn't come right away. He stayed away for three hours. Impressive self-control. She kissed him and he reluctantly kissed back and then she had her way with him.
Sexual frustration abated, she knew now how she would spend the lonely nights in Storybrooke.