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         it’s hard not to notice him          standing there,  hovering  halfway  between  the  diner’s  entrance  and  the  first  booth  by  the  door.   jenna  doesn’t  want  to  make  assumptions,  but  she  also  doesn’t  want  anything  to  go  missing.   with  a  tray  for  a  nearby  table  balanced  on  her  hand,  she  takes a  small  step  forward,  calling  out  gently  to  him.  she  hopes  he  can’t  detect  how   tired   she  sounds.    “  -  uh,  hey  there,  hon !   it’s  seat  yourself,  you  can  go  anywhere  y’  like.  “

Regina turned around, lost, completely confused about where in the hell she had ended up. Another turn, and another, and all she found was a lot of land that looked a lot like the Enchanted Forest...if the Enchanted Forest had been thrown right into the middle of winter without warning. More turning around in circles revealed nothing more to Regina, no explanation, no help, no map, no guidelines. 

Another turn and walking a few paces forward, however, did give her one change in the scenery; a young girl. 

“What do you know? There are people here who aren’t made of snow. Even if they are of the tiny and young variety” She made her way closer to the young girl, who, on nearer inspection, seemed to be carrying around a neat little dagger. “Nice accessory,” Regina commented, eyes glancing over the blade briefly, “Can you tell me where I am? Something more specific than ‘a forest’ ideally”

Hugh’s car came to a rolling stop on the side of the road, hesitant, almost like it had more sense than he did. She was oddly dressed for the middle of nowhere, and far too close to the side of the road for comfort. If he’d veered off just a little-

“You okay?” He leaned out his window. The coolness of the metal windowframe cut through his flannel sleeve like it was made of a much thinner fabric. He couldn’t imagine being out on a night like this. Winter lay like a blanket over the trees and the shoulder of the road. It was no wonder she stood so close.

       ‟ Before you say anything, I wanted to come and see you. ” Morgana knew that Gwen would protest, both at the attention and at having the King’s ward standing on her doorstep, asking after her welfare. But she had always seen her best friend as exactly that -- a friend rather than a servant. And besides, Morgana couldn’t shake the feeling that what had happened to Tom was her responsibility, being as close to Uther as she was. ‟ How are you faring? I brought food from the palace kitchens. I thought... I thought you could use the company. ”