somewhere only we know -- OPEN

[JEFFERSON CRANE]

Eyeswere opened finally, the people of Storybrooke finally seeing what had always been before their eyes. The truth of their lives having been blurred from most of their memories. The day before had been a sight to watch. In an instance, everyone appeared to remember their memories of their real lives. It was only the part that followed after that was the biggest concern for most. No one had been returned to the former world of theirs. No, they were still stuck in their prison, but had been granted their memories back. Along with the memories, the one thing that he had tried having Emma Swan believe in, had come along in Storybrooke. Magic. The large cloud of dark purple engulfed the whole town. In the huge house on the outskirts of the town, a man sat by the telescope watching the events unfold over the town. When the purple cloud engulfed the town, a smirk was certainly on his face. The only visible part of his face being the smirk along with the scar on his neck, his eyes hidden by a black hat. This had been part of his work, for he knew who had allowed the return of magic to Storybrooke. Rumpelstiltskin. Since Regina had betrayed him yet again, he had decided to get someone more powerful than him to be angry at her. Releasing Belle from the psych ward was part of that plan. A tea cup sat on the side by the man, who got up from the telescope after seeing the sight of the cloud. He knocked the tea cup off the small table, it was a sign that he would no longer need to just sit around. Sitting around, making hats could drive one mad. Now, he could perhaps take back what was his. That being the hat that allowed him to transport to different worlds. No longer would he have to worry about getting it to work or at least, he hoped not.

The following day, he had headed out to the forest. It was quite similar to the one in the fairytale land though it lacked the ability of providing the small home that he had lived in with Grace. His days for the past twenty eight years had been spent drawing maps, trying to figure a way out. He knew from past experience that anyone trying to escape the town, would end up suffering bad things. Since the encounter with Emma Swan, he had a habit of always wearing the hat that she had made. It was a sign that he hoped to get it to work when magic finally returned to Storybrooke. Unsuccessfully, this proved false as he was unable to get it to work in the forest. Along with the black hat, he wore a dark black outfit without the scarf that typically went around his neck. The scarf was usually to hide the scar around his neck, but with magic back in the world, he wanted to be feared. Feared rather than remain a mystery to anyone that saw him. The sky was getting darker as he walked through the forest. If the curse was broken, he could leave the town. He could escape his prison at last, if he wanted to. However, there was his daughter. She would remember everything now about them, but what would she say? About her father never returning to her for that tea party? It was something that he had thought about, but he had given up the hope of getting back to her after Emma failed to get the hat to work. Though, he had decided it would be best to stick around. To make sure Regina would get what was coming to her. For now, his plan would be to continue mapping out the town, looking for a looking glass perhaps. With the curse gone, more wildlife was sure showing up in the forest. A white rabbit appeared though to this, he simply tossed a white card in the direction of the rabbit with that same devilish smirk on his face. The reason for it? It was the rabbit that had cost him dearly. If he had not wanted his daughter to have it along with anything else that she would need in life, he wouldn't have went with the Queen to Wonderland. The card did nothing to the rabbit, but it simply left a symbol on the ground. A symbol of death.

The sun was starting to go down, with the moon appearing now. It had been a few hours since he had left his home. He still walked around the forest, muttering words under his breath. It was a habit of his, to mutter things that were said to him in Wonderland. Since he had been alone for so long, he had nothing else to occupy his time from those memories. Residing in a cell, making hats nonstop, trying to find a way home, drove him mad. Under his breath, he would keep muttering, "get it to work." This time, however, he was muttering under his breath, "off with his head." It was a constant reference to him being beheaded by the Queen of Hearts' orders. As he walked, he began coming to a small clearing. He didn't even take notice of the large oak tree where someone sat. In fact, he was quite occupied with using a pair of scissors that he had with him to cut a piece in a map. This map in his hand, he was slowly cutting into. It was a way to relieve some stress for him, cutting things. This map had been one that was destroyed when Snow White had been at his home. She had struggled with him before being tied up which resulted in the destruction of the map being ripped. The moon which was shining brightly now, it shone on the scissors along with his face. Again, only his smirk along with scar were visible. His eyes were not due to the hat. He leaned against a large oak tree opposite of the one where the girl was. The girl wouldn't have been able to have seen him unless she had seen him before, walking towards the tree. Still under his breath, he was muttering the same words as before. Each cut with the scissors having more jagged edges as his voice grew a bit with anger. Each cut resulting in more anger.