Come in Like a hurricane. I take it in real slow. The world is spinning like a weather vane. Fragile and composed though I am breaking down again I am aching up to let you in -Fleurie, Hurricane
Place: The Police Station
Rumple's p.o.v
"Papa, I am hungry and thirsty" Solomon complains to me. We discover two vending machines
nearby. I buy Solomon bottled water and chips. Shy, Solomon hides behind me when he spots
Detective Rogers. "I never knew it was bring your child to work day. I missed the memo" Rogers
remarks. "My son Solomon magically appeared" I joke around with him. "You are very cute" Rogers
compliments Solomon. "Thanks" a bashful Solomon giggles. Solomon retreats back to the
shadows of my mind.