Greer watched the blonde sheriff as they drove through the town of Storybrook. The blonde sheriff was also an outsider; she moved here to be closer to the child she gave up when he was born. The blonde sheriff confessed that she was given up as a child as well. Greer's family died despite their circumstances; they were the same.

They were both alone.

The only difference was that the blonde sheriff's parents were still alive; she could hold her mother, but Greer could not.

Emma Swan, the blonde sheriff, was called Emma Swan.

'So, what happened to you?' The sheriff asked.

'What do you mean?' Greer muttered.

'What's your story?'

Greer turned to look out the window. 'I'm not sure I know what you mean.'

'Do you know who Snow White is?'

'The woman on the wanted posters?'

'Wanted posters?'

'She killed someone, I guess,' Greer muttered, 'I don't really

know. I have my own problems to deal with.'

'I hear ya on that one, kid.' She muttered. 'Uh... magic? Do you know about magic?'

'I know not to mess it.'

'Then why do you look like that?'

'Magic.'

'I thought you didn't mess magic.'

'I didn't; it was messed with before I was born.'

'Ditto. Mother or father?'

'Mother.'

'Why?'

'Don't know.' Greer shrugged.

'Ok.'

'You think I'm lying, don't you?'

'No.'

So, it seems that they are both liars as well.

The Whuppies watched their toddler, Molly, waddle after a butterfly. Molly Whuppie, age 2, was a rambunctious tyke, always on the go, always on the move.

Molly wanted to see everything, to know everything. She was always talking, asking questions, and exploring.

'Why blue?' Molly asked as she pointed to the sky.

'Huh?' Mr. Whuppie said.

'Why blue?'

'Oh, uh... to match your pretty eyes.'

'Eyes green, daddy.' She laughed.

Mr. Whuppie laughed and returned to work as Molly ran around the garden. 'Molly, help mommy.'

'Ok, daddy.'

'What kind of food do you like?' The blonde sheriff asked.

'What did you say?' Greer asked as she turned her.

'Food. What would you like to eat?'

'Anything warm, and fresh.'

'How long have you been living on the street?'

'For as long as I can remember?'

'How are you?'

'12, I think. How old are you?'

'Older than 12, but you're my son's about your age.' She muttered. 'His name's Henry.' They stopped in front of a place called Granny's. 'Wait here, I'll get you something to eat.'

Young Molly Whuppie knelt beside her mother's grave, tears streaming down her face. Her father knelt beside her, his arm around her shoulders, a mixture of grief and exhaustion etched on his face. The illness had taken her mother without warning, leaving a void that seemed impossible to fill.

Molly, a small girl with fiery red hair, looked up at her father with wide, teary eyes. She reached out and clasped his hand, trying to offer him some comfort amidst the overwhelming sorrow.

"It will be okay, Molly," he murmured in a small voice, "We'll find a way to get through this together."

As she watched her father wipe his eyes, Molly couldn't shake the thought that had been haunting her since her mother's passing.

How could they continue without Mommy?

Daddy, usually so strong and stoic, looked vulnerable as he struggled to contain his grief. Molly saw tears welling in his eyes for the first time, and she felt her spill over in response.

Daddy never cries she thought, her heart aching with the weight of their shared loss.

Daddy never cries.

Emma Swan peered through the window of Granny's diner, her gaze fixed on the peculiar creature nestled in her Beetle.

It bore a striking resemblance to a wendigo, albeit smaller, almost the same as Henry.

A wendigo in the form of a child? Emma pondered, surprised by the peculiar sight.

However, a glint of humanity shone in its eyes, evoking a childlike innocence.

Emma couldn't help but wonder if the creature was cursed from birth, like Ruby.

Could Regina have cursed her, or perhaps it was Gold? Emma speculated with a tinge of grimness.

After buying some food, Emma hastily texted, urging for a meeting at Snow and David's place.

"What's that thing in your car?!" Grumpy's voice boomed, snapping Emma out of her reverie.

As she turned, she found the townsfolk, including Grumpy, fixated on the peculiar sight.

"I believe it's a child under a curse," Emma explained.

"It looks dangerous," cautioned Granny. "Be careful."

"I will," Emma assured, determined to handle the situation cautiously.

Molly Whuppie stood at a distance, observing her father conversing with a striking woman and her two daughters, all clad in elegant gowns. Her dress was a hand-me-down that no longer fit her properly, but her father had skillfully altered it for her. He had taken up sewing after Molly's mother fell ill. He never ceased to praise the beauty of Miss Isobel and her daughters, Katherine and Elena.

Miss Isobel was a tall, graceful woman with long, blonde hair piled atop her head, fair complexion, rosy cheeks, and piercing blue eyes. She gathered the skirts of her magnificent gown and walked over to Molly, accompanied by her daughters and Molly's father.

"Molly Whuppie," Miss Isobel and her daughters curtsied gracefully. "I'm delighted to make your acquaintance finally."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Isobel," Molly replied shyly, reciprocating the curtsy.

"Please, call me Isobel."

"Miss Isobel."

"Hello, Molly," Katherine greeted sweetly, approaching her. She was a spitting image of her mother, only younger.

"Katherine," Molly responded before turning to Elena. "Elena."

Elena, with her long dark hair and the same piercing eyes as Isobel and Katherine, stood beside her sister.

As Molly observed the three of them together, she couldn't help but feel out of place. Her father, tall with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, seemed to fit perfectly with them. They looked like they belonged together. With her pale complexion, freckles, brilliant orange braided pigtails, and emerald eyes, Molly felt like an outsider next to the immaculately dressed and elaborately coiffed Katherine and Elena.

Katherine, at 12 years old, was the tallest, standing an inch taller than Molly, while Elena, at 10, was a head shorter. They seemed to complement each other, while Molly felt she didn't belong.

"Why do you have red hair?" Elena asked, tugging violently at one of Molly's braids.

Molly reacted instinctively, slapping Elena, and in turn, Katherine pushed her to the ground.

"Mother!" Elena screeched as she rushed to Isobel.

"Molly!" Mr. Whuppie cried out as he stood up.

"I'm fine," Molly reassured him.

"Apologize to Elena."

"What?!" Molly protested. "No—"

"Apologize, or you'll be sent to bed without supper."

Molly turned on her heels and stomped off to her room.

Greer gazed in awe as Emma Swan made her way into the building before she slowly stepped out of her beetle.

The unfamiliar sights of the bustling city surrounded her – the multitude of cars, towering buildings, and countless people engrossed in their cell phones.

Despite Emma's seemingly amiable nature, Greer felt a solid inclination to part ways. The lingering stares from the patrons

at the diner had an unsettling effect on her.

It was evident that most people regarded her as a monstrous figure, avoiding her out of fear.

However, there were a few courageous souls who would dare to confront the perceived monster, and Greer dreaded the thought of Emma Swan losing friends because of her.

An overwhelming sense of being frozen in time hindered Greer's desire to stretch her legs.

As she glanced at the grand clock tower, she was drawn to a nearby shop named "Mr. Gold's."

The weight of her emotions became too much to bear, prompting Greer to retrieve her locket and gaze at the photo of her parents. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she quickly clasped it shut, setting off towards the clock tower with silent weeping.