Oct 18, 2013
Lost In Storybrooke
Cristina’s car, which she had named Old Trusty when she was sixteen, ironically broke down on her in the middle of the rain just outside of a small town. “Come on…” She mumbled, turning the key in the ignition, but no luck. Cristina looked up at the town sign. “Storybrooke…” She got out of the car and put up the hood on her jacket. While walking through town, she noticed a figure strolling through the rain with an umbrella. “Hey, you! Excuse me! Can you help me?”