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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Last night was probably the best sleep I'd gotten my whole life. Even the bed in the asylum would have been preferable to sleeping on the ground. Also, Belle had surprised me by adding more decor to my drab (her words, not mine; I would have used the word "minimalistic") apartment.
I'll never admit it to her, but the sight of it all did make me sob a little. One thing Belle and I always talked about in the asylum was the idea of home. We would close our eyes and describe our dream homes: the atmosphere, the lighting, the furniture, the food we would cook and eat. There was no detail spared.
Belle must have remembered what I'd told her, as she filled my home with all the cozy things I had talked about. A rocking chair with a nice throw blanket, a grandfather clock, plants scattered around the whole apartment, some even hanging from the ceiling. She admitted to me that she used Rumpelstiltskin's money to do so. She said that he wouldn't mind because she could just use the excuse that she was decorating the space for herself while she lived here.
Now I'm back at the station while Emma goes on her date with Neal. Or rather, considers going on her possible date with Neal. She still hadn't decided when she left me in charge. Thankfully, Emma doesn't require me to wear a uniform, despite it being protocol. I almost feel strange wearing a new set of clothes. It's not like Neverland had a boutique.
I've always been particular about my clothes, even as a child. It felt like one of the only ways I could properly express myself. That feeling only escalated after wearing the same thing for almost three decades straight.
Regina must have known this or, at the very least, felt guilty seeing me in the clothes the asylum provided because she stacked my closet with a variety of clothing. Today, I had decided on a simple long sleeve, baby blue dress with a black waistcoat on top. Unfortunately, my favorite coat is still covered in my blood, so I just grabbed a jean jacket that turned out to be too large for me.
I look up from the croissant I have been savoring for the past five minutes to the blonde boy who's been glaring at me from his cell the whole time I've been here. Felix had to be locked up, not just for our safety, but his own. He knows that we locked Pan in Pandora's box. If he found it, literal hell would be unleashed onto Storybrooke.
"You want anything to eat?" I ask with my mouth full.
"I don't want anything from you," he says with a sneer.
I roll my eyes.
"So, what? You're just going to starve to death?"
He chooses to go back to ignoring me. The phone next to me rings, startling me. I pick up the phone after swallowing my food and taking a large gulp of coffee. According to Emma, it's unprofessional to answer the phone with food in my mouth.
"Sheriff's station. This is deputy-" Emma's voice cuts me off before I can finish my rehearsed line.
