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first snow queens, and now this.
Jun. 19th, 2015 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thefreakinsaviorEmma had gone to sleep in Storybrooke and woke up somewhere else.
First off, waking up in a whole different state with a whole new set of memories was one thing, but the same set, and something's bound to happen. Instantly, panic had shocked her right out of bed, instantly grabbing her keys and her jacket---not even bothering to change out of the yoga pants or tanktop. This wasn't even her house. Just who the heck's house was this? Were we even still in Maine?
Momentarily, she stops in her doorway. What if.
"Henry?"
No answer. If she'd come here of her own volition, Henry would be here. But this was like her apartment---only, you know. Not. It was someone else's.
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First off, waking up in a whole different state with a whole new set of memories was one thing, but the same set, and something's bound to happen. Instantly, panic had shocked her right out of bed, instantly grabbing her keys and her jacket---not even bothering to change out of the yoga pants or tanktop. This wasn't even her house. Just who the heck's house was this? Were we even still in Maine?
Momentarily, she stops in her doorway. What if.
"Henry?"
No answer. If she'd come here of her own volition, Henry would be here. But this was like her apartment---only, you know. Not. It was someone else's.
( read more... )