Alice's plan to overthrow the Queen of Hearts is thwarted by a dashing pirate with a hook. Years later, after the curse is broken, they reunite once again.
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We decided to walk instead of drive to the library, considering it's only down the block from Granny's. It takes me a moment to remember I've been here before. I give myself grace, though, considering the dragon was the more pressing issue at the time.
"Don't go down the elevator," I say as she unlocks the door.
She opens it, stepping inside before sending me a questioning look over her shoulder.
"There was a dragon down there, but now it's just a bunch of caves," I say.
"Wait, there was a dragon under the library?" She asks through a laugh. I close the door with a cocky grin.
"I killed it. No big deal."
"You've have got to tell me that tale while we're sorting through all this mess." She shakes her head fondly before walking over to a pile of books. "You wouldn't happen to be familiar with the Dewey decimal system, would you?"
I make my way towards the section in the back, nestled to the right.
"The what?" I ask, running my finger along a dusty spine. Alice Through the Looking Glass. Ah, so there's a sequel. Maybe that Alice gets a happily ever after.
"Never mind."
"So what's married life like?" Belle asks after a couple of minutes. She's too far away for me to see her. It feels just like how we used to talk, but with far more interesting scenery.
"Please don't tell me you're considering marrying Gold," I say with raised brows.
"I thought we agreed we wouldn't judge each other's love lives."
Right. I had forgotten about that. We made the deal on the way over here. I put another random book on a shelf.
"Sorry, it was instinctual," I say. "Well, I already told you he's perfect. It used to be constant adventures out at sea. Now it's...quiet. Steady."
"Sounds like a good thing."
"It is," I say with an absentminded shrug.
"Do you ever miss it? The way things were before all this?" She asks after a couple of minutes.
"Which part? Storybrooke or the Asylum?" I ask with a humorless laugh.
"The parts where we weren't constantly in danger."
I pause, book halfway on the shelf.
"I don't think I even remember what that feels like," I say. I push the book the rest of the way.
"I remembered something in the diner. Remember when the power went out that one winter?" I ask with a smirk.
"Don't remind me." I hear her groan.
"We thought we were going to freeze to death in a little concrete box,"
"We almost did. Who knew dancing, if it could even be called that, would save us?" I can hear the laughter in her voice. I giggle with my mouth closed.
