#neverrememberthatline

Christine stuck her key in the lock, turning it and pushing the door open. She walked into the house, looking around. This was only time she was seeing it, have stayed at Granny's until she found a place to stay. And she had. Sarah, the girl she was sharing this place with had put an advertisement in the newspaper, looking for someone to share the place in. They got along well, both being into theatre and dance, and now they were roommates. Hopefully they'd be good friends too. Christine walked into the kitchen, seeing Sarah sitting there with a drink. "Hey," Christine went over to the table, sitting in one of the chairs, "What's up?"

Technically she had even better. She had a King... Who she'd seen about Storybrooke too. The Museum owner was the once proud king... well still proud, still king but of a far off land that who knows if it even existed anymore. C'mon feet... She thought to herself as she smiled, picked herself up from her bed and headed out the door. She was dressed nicely, a blue top with a false corset that held a renaissance style to it and jeans with boots. She drove to the museum and stepped out, her eyes drawing over the building and taking a breath. Did she really want to see him again, he had even less power here... no harm could come of it and it would be nice to know her memories were shared.