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I'm not sure whose idea it was to put marshmallows in hot cocoa, but bless them.

Alice sat quietly at her table, watching the steam rise from her coffee mug. Her hands were held close at its side; not so close that it touched, but just enough to let the heat radiating from it warm her up on another cold New England morning. This time, she had decided to take refuge inside Granny’s Diner, which after spending the past few days in her room at the bed and breakfast was proving to be a refreshing change of scenery… Well, for the most part.

From the very moment she had stepped inside, the air in the room changed, going from warm and comfortable, to awkward and somewhat tense. And it didn’t take much to notice the audible conversation quickly shifting to small talk, while everything else (if there was any) was lowered to a whisper. Nevertheless, Alice felt she handled herself quite well, making sure to exchange polite smiles with those that glanced her way before continuing to pretend to mind her own business. Perhaps this was just the way things were in town when it came to newcomers? She could only imagine so, especially when it could only be suspected that said newcomer had witnessed the beam of light from a couple of days before and strangely hadn’t spoken a word about it.

The young woman lowered her head a bit in attempt to hide the little smirk that was threatening to show. She had come to Storybrooke not long before the event, searching for magic and a savior. But the very instant she got there, she began to doubt herself. After all, she did drop everything she had built up back in Boston for a cure that wasn’t even guaranteed to exist. There wasn’t even any proof of magic. It was possibly one of the most asinine decisions she had in her life, and she had made one or two or them before.

Alice even considered packing up and going back to admit her mistake… And that was when she saw it from her window, the beam of light. A literal beacon of hope. The only mistake she would be making after that would be to not accept it as a sign that she was in the place after all… It did however bring up another issue. Now that she knew magic existed in Storybrooke, how was she going to find its savior? How was she going to get any of the townsfolk to talk? So she came up with a little plan… Alice had spent much of her life giving into her curiosity, she figured why not let someone else have a go and let the questions come to her?

Continuing to sit in silence, she contemplated how long it might actually take for one of them to cave, or if they even would, when she heard the small ringing of the bell hanging above the entrance. She then felt the quick rush of the autumn breeze brush against her back, sending a small shiver down her spine as she tried to resist the urge to look behind her and see who had just came in. Now, now. Let’s keep our composure, she thought to herself reproachfully. Remember, it’s someone else’s turn to be curious. But of course… when has Alice ever been known for following her own advice?

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As Wendy slowly woke from yet another restless sleep, she felt strange, and she couldn't quite put her finger on why. Sitting up slowly, rustling the cage she was trapped in in the process, she tried to shake the weariness, that seemed to have become an permanent fixture in her being, and focus on what made Neverland feel stranger than usual. As her cage stopped moving, she quickly realized that it had stopped moving. There was no wind to rustle it, not even the tiniest breeze, no sounds of leaves blowing. Neverland was quiet. Neverland was never this quiet. Wendy hugged her knees, as she had started feeling chilled to her bones. The island itself seemed uneasy, like it was preparing for something. She did not like this quiet, stranger than usual Neverland. Not one bit.

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Well..

I guess I am going to be spending the next few days looking for Emma. Inform me if you see her and yadda yadda yadda or call the acting sheriff. [She'd clearly grown aggravated after having told every person she had passed while walking through Storybrooke.]