"Hello, stranger."
Jillian was putting bottles away in The Rabbit Hole and hadn’t heard the door opened-the bar wasn’t even open yet. She turned around and her heart stopped when seeing a mass of insane curls and she had to stop herself from dropping the bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand. “Gothel?” she breathed and sat the bottle on the bar and stared at her former lover-she didn’t even know she was here in Storybrooke let alone alive.












