Memories

Other side

{Robin's POV}

What was I thinking? No, that's the problem, I wasn't thinking. I left my wife who is slowly freezing to death to chase after a woman who has no recollection of me. As if that wasn't bad enough, I pulled her close, maybe a little too close. What is happening to me?

I'm still standing in the same spot. Same spot where I lost my mind. Same spot where I pulled her close enough to tell she was holding her breath the entire time. During the meeting, everyone was there but Gold. Maybe if I stop by his shop he can help me figure out a way to fix everything; Regina's memories and Marian turning into an ice sculptor.

Finally coming to my senses, I decide it's time to go back to the office. Putting my hands in my pockets, I head back in the direction I came from. The wind blows my vest back as I notice a herd of people coming from the direction of the office. As I inch closer, I notice those are some of the people that were in the meeting.

Running up to them I ask, "What are you all doing?"

Leroy, who I notice is in front, looks at me like I just asked how to shoot an arrow. "What do you think brother? We're going after the person who froze your wife into a statue."

Confused about what he just said I asked, "Who did this to Marian?"

"Keep up with the program will you," he said laying a hand on my shoulder, "Look there is only one person that I know of that can do this."

Remembering what he had said back in the meeting I realize he was talking about Elsa. "Elsa. But we have never even seen this person let alone be close enough to have a spell cast," I speak my mind.

"Doesn't matter. She could've cast the spell while you were asleep right fellas?" Leroy says turning to the crowd.

"Yeah!" everyone exclaims, raising their pitchforks.

This makes absolute no sense. I pinch the bridge of my nose, close my eyes due to the headache that's forming, and say, "As much as I'd love to help, I have to get back to my wife. Who is she with?"

"Mary Margaret," I see Granny say uninterested.

Stepping out of the way, I raise my hands up in surrender. "By all means, continue your hunt."

The group didn't have to think twice before they all continued on their path. Under any other circumstance I would have been thrilled that someone would care about this. Like I said, under any other circumstance. Unfortunately, life in Storybrooke a this moment is anything but bliss.

Taking a turn to the left, towards Gold's shop, I notice the empty, quiet streets. The only noises that could be heard are the orange leaves rustling and paper wads being blown away by the wind. Where is everyone?

Unexpectedly, I hear footsteps not too far from me. I freeze in my spot, waiting for another sound to tell me where he or she is. Clank! There, down the alley, behind the dumpster. I know nothing good can come out of this if this is a creature of magic, but I am not going to stand down.

I slightly bend down my knees, fists ready. Looking around my surroundings, I see a metal pipe leaning diagonally against the crimson brick wall. Slowly, with my head up, I inch towards the pipe. Once I have my hand tighly around it, I move back to my spot, at the pace of a turtle. I have my head in a swivel. Had I not been trained to do this when I was younger, chances are I would have passed out from whiplash.

With the help of the sun's light, I see this thing's shadow six feet behind where I am. Turning around, I swing the metal pipe towards the figure while I hold my free hand up in defense.