The Blue Fairy was sitting on a cloud, she was waiting for Nova to come. Nova is a fairy godmother in training and she can be a big dreamer. Nova was flying toward the Blue Fairy, she was wearing a blush pink dress along with pink strings all around her legs and pink flats. She was carrying a pink bag full of fairy dust and whimpering because she wasn't used to flying yet. The Blue Fairy made a face when Nova landed on the cloud, "Easy," she yelled to the young fairy.
Nova got up and held the fairy dust close to her body. "Sorry," she said, slipping a bit.
"Careful. Careful," said the Blue Fairy. "Fairy Dust is the most precious substance in all the land." Nova set the Fairy Dust next to the Blue Fairy. "It's magic is what powers the world. This is the year's supply. We must be cautious."
"I know," said Nova.
"Because next year, you'll be doing this alone," said the Blue Fairy, smiling at Nova.
"I'll still be picking up dust?" asked Nova. "I thought I'd be a fairy godmother by then."
The Blue Fairy laughed at Nova. "Oh, Nova. You really are a dreamer. Your journey is just beginning. Can you make it home from the mines with all the dust safe?" she asked. Nova nodded quickly. "Okay." She sighed and flew away from Nova. Nova quickly stood up while grabbing the bag of Fairy Dust and flew off the cloud. And some of the Fairy Dust flew off and into the wind down into a hole in the mines and went down on many, many eggs in tiny boxes. The Fairy Dust landed on one of the huge eggs and it started rattling, one of the workers noticed that one of the eggs was rattling.
"This one's ready!" said Watchy while taking off his stethoscope from his neck, and walking over to the rattling egg.
"No. It's too early, Watchy," said Helpful, he has a clipboard and paper in his hand. "This unit isn't scheduled to hatch till sundown."
"Well, someone's eager to get out before the rest of his brother," said Watchy, listening to the egg.
The egg started cracking, and the two dwarfs started backing while the dwarf that was inside the egg and then started punching the egg. He punched the egg again and then again. His face appeared in the small space and he smiled at the two dwarfs, he punched another hole in the egg.
"Welcome to the world, Dwarf," said Helpful.
The Dwarf smiled, he was wearing a white cotton onesie and he was looking around, happy and excited to be out of his egg. He wanted to see the world and was also ready to work.
Leroy was at Granny's Diner and sitting at the counter, he had a plate with buttered toast, a sausage, scrambled eyes, and a boiled egg. He grabbed his knife and hit the boiled egg, taking the top half of the egg and placing it on his plate. He set his knife down on his plate and picked up his fork, scooping out the yellow yolk from the egg and eating it.
Mr. Clark came walking in, sneezing into his tissue. He walked over to Leroy with his friend. "Excuse me, Leroy, do you mind scooting over a seat so Walter and I can sit together?" he asked.
Leroy looked over at Mr. Clark. "If I wanted to sit there, I would have sat there." He looked over at Walter. "You want this seat?" he asked. "Try dragging your sorry asses out of bed a little earlier." Then he went back to eating his breakfast and the two friends looked at each other.
"You're a real ray of sunshine, as..." Mr. Clark sneezed all over Leroy.
Leroy looked over at him while holding his toast in his hand. "Congrats," he said, throwing his toast onto his plate. "Just lost my appetite." He swallowed the rest of the toast that was in his mouth. "Seats all yours."
Mary Margaret walked in, clearing her throat. "Excuse me," she said loud enough for everyone to hear her, she was holding a clipboard with papers about the candles and who wanted to buy them. But everyone was ignoring her and went on talking to one another. She looked around and cleared her throat again. "Can I have everyone's attention, please?" Everyone looked up and over at Mary Margaret. "I'm sorry to interrupt your morning, but I just wanted to remind everyone that a very special occasion is upon us. Miners Day. As always, the Nuns of Storybrooke are hoping that everyone will get involved and help sell their exquisite candles. All we need are a few energetic volunteers." She paused for a brief moment. "So who wants to join me?" She looked around for a second then everyone returned to eating and chatting with one another. Emma watched the whole thing and she went back to reading the newspaper. Leroy walked up to Mary Margaret and she had a smile on her face. "Leroy, you want to volunteer?" she asked, shocked.
"I wanna leave, sister. You're blocking the door," Leroy said, placing his hands on his hips.
Mary Margaret opened her mouth slightly and then moved out of the way. "Of course," she whispered. "You know, if you wanted to help it could really be a..."
"Oh, yeah, right. Quite a team we'd make," said Leroy bitterly. "Town harlot, town drunk. The only person in this town that people like less than me is you. If you're coming to me, you're screwed." He walked past her and walked out of Granny's Diner.
Mary Margaret stood there in place and thought that he was right about what he said. Everyone in town hated her for breaking up the Nolan couple. And frankly, she hated herself too. Everyone used to like her and within just a few seconds, everyone hated her. It is simply amazing that everyone can change their minds within seconds. She turned around and walked out of the diner.
Emma set the newspaper down on the table, grabbing her cell phone and keys. She catches up to Mary Margaret. "Hey. Mind if I join you?" she asked. "So what the hell is Miners Day and why are you beating yourself up over it?"
"It's an annual holiday celebrating an old tradition. The nuns used to make candles and trade them with the miners for coal," Mary Margaret explained.
"Coal? In Maine? If they were mining for lobster, I'd understand."
"Look, I don't know. Now they use it as a fundraiser. It was an amazing party. Everyone loves it."
"Doesn't seem like everyone loves it."
"It's not Miners Day. It's me. Last week, I had 10 volunteers. This week they all dropped out."
"You think this is about what happened with David?"
"Oh, I know it is. A few of them told me as much." Mary Margaret sighed. "I've never been a home-wrecker before."
"It's gonna blow over. You made a mistake with David, it happens. But you don't have to do charity to try to win people's hearts back," Emma tried to cheer her up.
"Well, I have to do something. And this is the best I can do. Love ruined my life."
Emma's phone started ringing and looked down to see who it was. "Sheriff Swan," she answered. "Yeah, I'll be right down." She ended the call and turned toward Mary Margaret. "Well, apparently, duty calls." She looked at her, frowning. "But hang in there. And if there's anything I can do to help, I will." She placed a hand on her arm and squeezed it gently.
"I know. Thank you." Mary Margaret smiled and watched Emma walk away in the opposite direction.
A baby blue banner hung between two pillars and the banner said: Miners Day Is Here!, while one of the nuns was painting the words. Everyone was helping around, setting up the booths, and having a good time before Miners Day started. Leroy walked past a nun that was on a ladder, glitter fell on top of his head and he stopped. "I'm so sorry! It just slipped out of my hand! I..." said Sister Astrid.
Leroy looked up at her and he was about to yell at her but changed his attitude. Instead, he smiled up at her. "No problem at all," he said.
Sister Astrid climbed down the ladder. "Oh. I really am so sorry," she said, standing in front of Leroy as he took off his beanie and wiped off the glitter. "I was so busy trying to get the lights to work that I didn't realize I was about to knock it off the ladder." She wiped it off his face while she rambled.
"Let me take a look at those lights for you," said Leroy, smiling.
"Oh," said Sister Astrid, chuckling to herself while Leroy climbed up the ladder.
"Here's your problem. You're overloading the transformer," said Leroy as he looked at the electrical box on the pole. "You kept messing around with these lights, the whole thing could have blown up on you."
"Oh. Then I guess that makes you my hero," said Sister Astrid.
"I'm nobody's hero, sister," said Leroy.
"You can just call me Astrid," she said, smiling wide.
"I call everybody sister," he said then looking down at Sister Astrid. "I'm Leroy." Then he turned on the switch and Sister Astrid gasped.
"How did you do that?" said Sister Astrid excitedly. "Are you an electrician?"
Leroy scoffed and climbed down the ladder. "I'm in the custodial services game."
"That's wonderful," she said.
"No, it's not," he said. "What I really wanted to do was sail. I even bought a boat. It's a real clunker, I was gonna fix it up. Sail around the world, say goodbye to this hellhole..." He widened his eyes at what he said. "I'm sorry, Sister."
Sister Astrid half smiled and winked at Leroy. "It's okay," she said. "You know, someone once told me, you can do anything as long as you can dream it."
"You really think so?" asked Leroy.
"Sure. Look how easily you fixed those lights," she said, leaning in a bit. "I bet you could do anything." She smiled at him. "Oh." She chuckled and whipped off the glitter in his beard. "I should get back to the volunteer center." Taking a few steps back. "Nice to meet you, Leroy." She smiled at him and walked off toward the volunteer center. Leroy smiled at her and watched her walk away, he was in love with Sister Astrid.
Emma was at the scene in Kathryn Nolan's car and she was taking pictures inside the car, she stood up and started looking through the glove compartment with plastic gloves on. Then Sidney Glass parked behind Kathryn's car, he got out and closed the door, walking toward Emma. "You mind if I take a look, too?" he asked.
Now Emma was in the backseat, she looked up for a quick second before looking back at the car. "What for?" she asked.
"Well, just because I got fired from the Mirror, doesn't mean I can't do a little freelance reporting," said Sidney, standing behind Emma. She leaned down and took a picture of the car. "So, what do we get here?" he asked.
"Gym teacher found this thing on the side of the road, abandoned," Emma stated. "Engine running, no one around. Registered to Kathryn Nolan. She's MIA." She circled around the car while Sidney followed her.
"Kathryn Nolan? Whose husband very publicly let her?" Sidney asked, only confirming what he already knew. Emma opened the other side of the door behind the driver's side. "I mean, the story writes itself. If I get a scoop like that, the Daily Mirror would have no choice but to take me back." He leaned back and took a picture of the car.
Emma looked over at Sidney. "Calm down, tiger. You don't work for Regina anymore," she said. She got into the driver's seat. "Kathryn got accepted to law school in Boston. Maybe after David dumped her, she decided to leave town. Her car broke down, and she hitched the rest of the way." She took the keys out of the ignition and got out of the car. "It's what I would do if I was running away from my problems." Sidney leaned in and took another picture of the car. Emma was at the trunk and unlocked the trunk, lifting the lid of the trunk with the help of Sidney.
"And would you leave your clothes in the car?" asked Sidney.
Emma looked over at Sidney, knowing that he was right. "Time to pull Kathryn's phone records and find out who spoke to last." She walked around Sidney.
"You know, if you go through the Sheriff's Department, it'll take you days to get those. I've got a contact over at the phone company, who used to help me out when I was at the newspaper. I can get those in a couple of hours," Sidney offered to Emma.
"Great. Call me the minute you get your hands on those phone records," said Emma, she was feeling gratified to have Sidney on her side.
Emma started walking away from Sidney but stopped and they both turned around when they heard a vehicle approach the scene.
"There he is," said Sidney.
"Time to break the news," said Emma.
David got out of his truck slowly, looking at Emma and Sidney.
"You really think he doesn't know?" asked Sidney.
"I'm about to find out," said Emma, as she slowly walked toward David.
The other dwarfs were helping the newly born dwarfs into new clothing, and the one who had hatched early was patting his bald head and feeling his beard. "Arms up!" said Dwarf One then he lifted up his arms Dwarf One started cutting the other dwarf's beard.
"What am I?"
"You're a dwarf," answered Dwarf One.
"What am I doing?"
"Being cleaned."
"Who was the woman I saw?"
Dwarf One stopped and looked at him, confused. "What woman?" he asked.
He slowly puts his hands down. "The one I saw right before I hatched. She was beautiful. I want to see her again."
Dwarf One started laughing. "You must be dreaming. There are no female dwarfs," he said. He set the scissors down and picked up a comb, he started brushing his beard. "Dwarfs don't fall in love. Dwarfs don't get married. And dwarfs don't have children. Why do you think you were hatched from an egg?"
"Then what do we do?" he asked.
"We work," Dwarf One simply said.
"We like it?" he asked.
"We love it. We even whistle while we do it. We mine the diamonds that get crushed into dust, that give light to the world. You and your seven brethren will bring joy to yourselves and to everyone. Come on." Dwarf One had helped the dwarf—that hatched early—with clothes and helped him get cleaned up. He walked down to where his team/brothers were sitting and waiting for him. "This is your team. These are you, brothers." The seven brothers stood up and waved at the dwarf. "Everyone, grab an ax. It'll give you your dwarf name."
The first dwarf grabbed an ax and when he touched the ax, his name appeared in thick, bold letters: Stealthy is his name. He smiled and walked off so his other brothers could get their axes. The next dwarf was called: Happy. Then the next one: Doc. The next one sneezed before he grabbed his ax, and his name appeared: Sneezy. Sleepy. Bashful. Dopey. And the last one was called: Dreamy.
"The ax never lies, Dreamy," said Dwarf One. He looked at the brothers. "Okay, folks. Grab a lantern and move out. Today is the first day of the rest of your lives." The dwarfs grabbed a lantern and started whistling to themselves. "Welcome to the mines!" They all walked in a single file line while they whistled in tune.
Leroy walked into the visiting center while whistling to himself then stopped when he entered, he looked around and spotted Mary Margaret sitting at one of the desks with a box of candles and papers that she was looking at. He walked into the room and walked toward Mary Margaret. "Where can I sign up?" he asked, Mary Margaret looked up and rolled her eyes at him. "What? I want to volunteer to sell candles."
Mary Margaret quickly looked up at him. "No, you don't. You made that very clear this morning at Granny's," she said bitterly then she looked back down.
Leroy scoffed and looked over at Sister Astrid and Mother Superior then looked back at Mary Margaret. "Well, maybe I saw the light. I mean, maybe somebody showed it to me. What difference does it make, sister? It looks like you can use all the help you can get."
Mary Margaret sighed and looked up at Leroy. "Okay, I need help manning the candle booth. No swearing. No drinking. And I get to call all the shots." She gave him a signup sheet for people who want to buy candles.
"You ordered how many tanks of helium?" asked Mother Superior to Sister Astrid.
"I meant to order 12," said Sister Astrid.
Mother Superior looked up at her and gaped at her then looked at the order sheet. "You ordered 12 dozen," she said, eyeing the order. "Return them." She handed the paper to Sister Astrid.
"There are no refunds," said Sister Astrid.
Mother Superior sighed shakily, setting the paper down. "We needed that money. You knew that," she said, bitterly. "You know how he feels about us. You fix this, Sister Astrid." She stood up and lifted the paper off her desk and handed it to Sister Astrid. "You fix it now." She walked away from Sister Astrid, feeling even more stressed out than ever.
Sister Astrid sighed deeply and sat down at one of the student desks as she looked at the paper and Leroy walked over to her. "Hey," he said. She gave him a tight smile and then looked back at the paper. "What's the problem?" he asked.
"The problem is I'm an idiot," she said, setting the paper on the desk. "We get a stipend each year for expenses and it's all carefully budgeted, except for the part where I spent it all on helium." She stood up, her back to Leroy. "And now we can't pay our rent."
"So you'll make it up when you get your next stipend," said Leroy.
Sister Astrid faced him with a worried look on her face. "Which isn't till next month. The rent is due next week. And the only income we have are these candles."
"Well, so how many do you need to sell?"
"Like 1,000."
"How many did you sell last year?"
"Forty-two," she said, sadly.
Leroy widened his eyes at that. "Ask your landlord to cut you a break," he said, trying to make her feel better.
Sister Astrid scoffed, shaking her head. "Mr. Gold doesn't offer much leeway," she said, dismissing it.
"Mr. Gold's your landlord?" he asked.
"If we miss a payment, we're out. And then he'll reassign us. And we'll have to leave Storybrooke," said Sister Astrid, hoping that none of the nuns would have to get kicked out.
"No, you won't," said Leroy, firmly. "You know why you only sold 42 last year?" He paused for a moment. "Because you didn't have me." Mary Margaret was listening to the conversation, she rolled her eyes at Leroy. "This year, we're gonna sell all of them." Mary Margaret straightened up at what Leroy said.
Sister Astrid smiled. "Wow! Leroy, I guess you really are my hero," she said.
Leroy smiled and blushed at the thought of being Sister Astrid's hero. He had never been anyone's hero before and he was willing to be hers and hers only.
David was standing next to Emma in Kathryn's car, David closed the driver's side door and looked at Emma. "She's just gone?" he asked, in disbelief. He couldn't believe that his wife was gone.
"You really don't know anything, do you?" Emma asked.
"I don't understand. What happened?" David asked, he was getting worried about Kathryn.
"I don't know. I'm trying to find out," Emma reassured him. "What can you tell me? When was the last time you spoke to Kathryn?"
"Yesterday afternoon," he answered.
"Okay, look, I know there have been lies and deceit, and I'm really really not judging you, but is that the truth?" Emma asked, trying to see if he was lying or not.
"Yes. I haven't spoken to her since we...," David paused for a second. "I ended things. Then I came home yesterday and all her things were gone. I assumed she was going to Boston. That's what she told me. Am I a suspect or something?"
"No. I know when people are telling the truth, David, and you are," Emma reassured David. "She hasn't even been gone 24 hours. She's not even technically missing. But if she is, trust me, I will find her."
Regina was in her office, sitting at her desk and printing Kathryn Nolan's phone records. She got up and walked to the printer, took the papers out, and looked at it. A smirk came to her lips as she sat down on the chair, picked up her phone, and dialed Sidney Glass' number. "Hello, Sidney?" she said into the phone. "Those phone records you wanted, I have them." She paused. "And I think you'll find them quite helpful."
Dreamy was shoveling up rocks and diamonds and other jewels onto a machine that leads to a wooden machine—it was thick and had a long wooden stick that was making it go round—then the rocks and diamonds fell into a small metal for the diamonds go through and the machines separate the rocks and the diamonds. The machine crushes up the diamonds and goes down into the funnel and into a bag for the fairies to carry into the world.
Nova watches as the fairy dust goes into the bag, she reaches up for the lever and tries to tug on it but won't budge. "Come on!" she said to herself. She used both hands and tugged on it more, the bag was filling up even more now. "Help!" she calls out. "Someone!" she grunted in frustration. Then Dreamy came, he twisted it with one hand. "Oh!" she gasped. She quickly went over to the bag and looked at it, tying it up. "Thank you." She wasn't paying attention to Dreamy at all, she was more worried about the fairy dust.
Dreamy was looking at her like he recognized her. "It's you," he said to Nova.
Nova looked at Dreamy, confused. "Do we know each other?" she asked, slowly. Then she started walking away from him.
"You're the woman I saw in my dreams right before I hatched last year," said Dreamy, following her.
Nova chuckled, walking down the few steps stairs, setting the fairy dust down onto an assembly line. "You're one?" she asked, shocked.
"I know. I look young for my age," said Dreamy, jokingly.
The assembly line started going up, she looked up in a panic. "Oh, no! The Fairy Dust!" she said, panicking. Nova and Dreamy jumped to get it but couldn't reach it.
Dreamy runs over to the other side while Nova follows him, the bag of Fairy Dust falls onto another assembly line and it goes toward the incinerator, and Nova exclaims. They both watched it go toward it while they were in shock, Nova was whimpering and Dreamy was trying to think of a plan to get the Fairy Dust.
Dreamy found a way and he ran toward the assembly line, he jumped onto a small crate, climbed up a wooden pole, walked down the line next to the assembly line, and quickly grabbed the Fairy Dust with his ax. Just in time, before the incinerator got it. Nova breathed out a sigh of relief as she placed her hands over her heart. Dreamy got down, slowly and carefully and stood next to Nova, handing it to the Fairy.
Nova took the Fairy Dust in her hands and frowned, turning her back to Dreamy. "I'm an idiot!" she said to herself. "All I ever wanted was to be a fairy godmother. That was my dream, but I can't even pick up Fairy Dust alone. I'm so clumsy."
"No, you're not. I think you'd make a great fairy godmother," said Dreamy, trying to make her feel better.
Nova looked at him, blinking at him once. "You really think so?" she asked.
"I believe you can do anything you want, as long as you can dream it," said Dreamy.
Nova smiled and stuck her hand out. "I'm Nova," she said, introducing herself.
Dreamy took her hand into his. "I'm Dreamy," he said dreamily.
Nova pulled her hand away gently. "You know, Dreamy, as fairies, we get to spend very little time in your world, and I was thinking about making a stop on my way back. Have you ever been to see the fireflies?" she asked.
"I barely ever get out of the mines," Dreamy admitted.
"I heard it's beautiful," said Nova, smiling. "That they come out just after sunset on Firefly Hill. I was going to see them tonight on my way back."
"Oh. Sounds fun," said Dreamy, smiling at her. They both chuckled. "Have a good time." He turned his back and was about to get back to work before Nova took a step behind him.
"Dreamy?" she called out to him, and he turned toward her. "Thanks." She smiled. "You're my hero." She skipped away with the bag of Fairy Dust in her hands.
Dreamy watched Nova with a smile on his face, he couldn't believe that he was someone's hero. He was never anyone's hero before and it made him happy that he was one. Nova turned back to him for a moment and laughed softly before running off and out of the Dwarf Mines.
"Buy your Miners Day candles here!" yelled Mary Margaret to the people who walked past her and held out a candle to whoever walked past. But everyone ignored her. "Handmade by Storybrooke's very own nuns! Light your way to a good cause by buying a candle!" People kept passing by her booth, she sighed heavily. She really tried to think other than the mess that she had made. "This isn't working," she said to Leroy.
"You're right, we should pack it up," said Leroy, looking at her.
Mary Margaret turned quickly to him. "Now you're quitting?" she asked.
"If the customers won't come to us, we got to go to them. Door to door."
"If they hate us here, what makes you think they'll like us in their homes?"
"Exactly. They'll pay us just to leave," said Leroy, smiling as he picked up a few boxes of candles. Mary Margaret thought for a moment, she was considering the idea.
Sidney was playing a game at one of the booths, he tossed the ring onto the bottles and landed one on the bottle. Then he tossed another one and it missed.
Emma walked over to Sidney, she looked at him then at the game, and back at him again. "What the hell are you doing?" she asked.
"What's happening?" asked Sidney.
"I just got off the phone with Kathryn's school in Boston. Registration was this morning and she never showed up," Emma explained.
"Something did happen."
"It looks that way."
Mary Margaret and Leroy came running toward Emma. "Emma, help me out. What's more sympathetic? Scarf or no scarf?" she asked.
"Scarf," said Emma, very confused by the question.
"Okay," said Mary Margaret with a smile on her face.
"Come on, we're on a schedule," said Leroy.
"Thank you, gotta go," said Mary Margaret. The two rushed off.
"Why didn't you say anything?" asked Sidney. "You're looking for a suspect. Someone with a motive. Pixie cut over there's got one a mile high."
"She had nothing to do with anything. Trust me."
"But she's the one..."
"Trust me. I know her. Just give me those phone records," Emma demanded and walked away from Sidney.
Mary Margaret and Leroy were in the neighborhood, Mary Margaret knocked on the door and Leroy was carrying two boxes of candles. A door opened up, Mary Margaret smiled at an older male. "Hi. We're selling candles for Miners Day," she said.
The older male looked at Mary Margaret while eating a carrot gave her a knowing smile, and looked her up and down slowly. Then his wife came next to him, looking at Mary Margaret, scoffing at the sight of her. "We're not interested," said the wife slamming the door in their faces.
They went to another house and got the door slammed in their faces again. And another but this time they were holding candles in their hands and pouting at one of the neighbors, and once again they got the door slammed in their faces. And another two times that the door was slammed in their faces.
Leroy looked over at Mary Margaret with disappointment in his eyes and he was angry that he signed up. And he was also angry that no one was buying any candles from them. He made a promise to Sister Astrid that he would sell all of the candles so he could help her but now that no one would buy any of them. This wasn't going to end well for either of them.
The dwarfs were in a pub, eating their dinner and drinking their drinks while they all laughed at the story or joke that one of them shared. One of the dwarfs had a fork in their hand and started combing Sleepy's bread and he was startled awake, the other dwarfs laughed. All except Dreamy. He was staring into space, thinking about Nova—the fairy. He couldn't stop thinking about her and wanting to spend more time with her and get to know her more as well. Stealthy shook at Dreamy excitedly, and Dreamy looked over at his brothers and smiled at them.
Bossy came over and sat across from Dreamy. "What's the matter? You barely touched your food," said Bossy, he was concerned about his brother.
Dreamy shrugged. "I don't know. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I don't feel at all like myself. Maybe I should have Doc take a look at me," he admitted.
"You're gonna trust a dwarf that got his medical degree from a pickax?" asked Bossy. "I wouldn't worry about it. Dwarves don't get sick. Must be in your head." He pointed to his head.
"It's not in his head," said a female voice, that was close by. "It's in his heart." Dreamy and Bossy looked over at Belle. "You're in love."
"That's impossible. Dwarves can't fall in love," Bossy said matter-of-factly.
Belle leaned on the table. "Trust me. I know love, and you're in it," she said.
Bossy waved her off and walked back to the rest of his brothers.
Dreamy turned to fully face Belle, hope on his face. "What's it like?" he asked.
Belle smiled at his question, sighing. "It's the most wonderful and amazing thing in the world." She smiled again. "Love is hope. It fuels our dreams. And if you're in it, you need to enjoy it. Because love doesn't always last forever," she explained to Dreamy.
"But if love's so great then why do I feel so bad right now?" asked Dreamy, confused.
"You need to be with the person you love," answered Belle.
"Yeah, but how do I know if she feels the same way?" asked Dreamy. "All she talked about was going to see some fireflies, not loving me."
"What did she tell you about these fireflies?" she asked.
"That she was gonna go see them on the hilltop tonight. That she heard they were the most beautiful sight in all the land," answered Dreamy.
Belle started to laugh and shook her head. "What?" he asked, confused about why she was laughing.
"She wasn't telling you about the fireflies. She was inviting you to go be with her."
"You think so?"
Belle nodded. "I've had my heart broken enough to know when somebody's reaching out," she said gently.
The dwarfs were cheering and paying Belle and Dreamy no mind to them at all.
"Now go, find your love," said Belle. "Find your hope. Find your dreams." She smiled at Dreamy, encouraging him to find his true love at the fireflies with Nova.
Leroy came back to the visiting center, Sister Astrid was near the desk where Mother Superior was sitting for hours ago. Sister Astrid dropped acorns onto the floor and quickly went down to pick them up. "Oh," she exclaimed. Leroy walked into the room further and he looked over at Mary Margaret—who was in the corner, near the helium tanks—she nodded her head toward Sister Astrid.
He took a few more steps toward her. "Sister Astrid?" he said gently.
She stood up with two full hands of acorns. "Hi!" said Sister Astrid with a smile, setting them down on the desk.
"I have to talk to you. See, I have some bad news," he said, standing in front of her.
Sister Astrid looked at him, frowning. "Oh, no What is it?" she asked.
"The bad news is that... That..." Leroy couldn't tell her that they couldn't sell any of the candles. He couldn't see her being so sad after he made that promise to her. "You nuns are gonna be real busy making candles. 'Cause me and Mary Margaret just sold them all!" Mary Margaret's eyes widened at what she was hearing. "You're not losing the convent. You're not going anywhere."
Sister Astrid jumped up with excitement. "Oh!" she exclaimed while laughing, hugging him tightly.
Mary Margaret looked at them in disbelief. She couldn't believe that Leroy lied to a nun about the candles, she was furious.
Leroy was near Mary Margaret, she yanked him close. "How could you tell Astrid that we sold all those candles?" she whispered-yelled at Leroy. "That is five thousand dollars, Leroy. Five thousand dollars that we don't have."
"Don't worry about it, all right? I got a plan."
"A plan? A plan like going door to door and having everyone in town laugh in our faces?"
"Just give me till the end of the day. I'll figure something out."
"And why is this so important to you?"
Leroy looked over at Sister Astrid. "The nuns, they're gonna have to leave. Hmm," he said, smiling at Sister Astrid.
Mary Margaret finally put the pieces together, she looked at Leroy then at Sister Astrid, and she gasped. "Oh, my God! You like her!" she said. "She is a nun, Leroy. Could you possibly pick anyone any less available?" She shot at him.
"Says the girl who went after a married guy?" Leroy shot back. "At the end of the day, you're no better than I am. You got your reasons for being here, I got mine. And when I say I'm gonna get that five thousand dollars, I'm gonna get that five thousand dollars!" He blinked and walked away from Mary Margaret.
Dreamy ran out of the pub—he took Belle's advice to go to the Fireflies—and to the forest and up the hill to get to Firefly Hill. He didn't want to miss Nova and watch the Fireflies with her. He wanted to find love and be in love with Nova. He finally arrived on Firefly Hill and he looked around for Nova.
Nova walked behind Dreamy but he didn't notice that she was there, she still had the Fairy Dust in her hands. "I didn't think you were gonna show up," she said to Dreamy.
Dreamy turned around, looking at her. "I was afraid I was too late," he said.
Nova walked up close to Dreamy and stood next to him. "Well, you did cut it pretty close. Come on," she murmured, taking his hand and pulling him closer to the edge of the cliff and they both looked down at the town.
"Wow! Look at all those lights!" Dreamy said, impressed. "Are those the fireflies?" he asked.
Nova chuckled at his question. "No. That's the village," she answered. "And beyond that," she pointed past the village, "all the lights of the kingdom."
"You've seen a lot of this world, haven't you?" Dreamy asked, he was jealous. Wishing he could see the world.
"From a distance, yes," Nova said, bitterly.
Dreamy looked over at Nova. "What's wrong with that?" he asked.
"Flying over the world and being part of it isn't exactly the same thing."
"Well, at least you've seen the world. Me, I live in the mines. Underground. All I ever see is diamonds and dirt and dwarves," Dreamy explained. Nova smiled. "You know, we could see it together. Get a boat, and sail all over. Explore everything the world has to offer."
Nova was about to answer but then she looked over and saw the fireflies with their bright yellow lights, she pointed at them. "Oh! Look!" she exclaimed.
Dreamy laughed and saw the fireflies as well, his eyes went big and he was excited that he hadn't missed it at all. This was amazing. And it was beautiful as well.
Nova sighed softly at the sight. She turned her body towards Dreamy placed her hands on Dreamy's face and kissed him for a couple of seconds. She pulled back as Dreamy's eyes widened in shock.
"Okay. Let's do it. Tomorrow night," Nova agreed. "After I drop off the dust, let's meet back here. We'll run off together." She smiled. She couldn't believe that she was about to run off with a dwarf and explore. She turned to face the village with a bigger smile on her face. "We'll see the world."
"Sounds like a dream come true," said Dreamy, he took Nova's hand into his.
Nova chuckled softly to herself as she glanced at Dreamy and then back at the village and the fireflies. This was the happiest she had ever been.
Leroy and Mr. Gold were on the pier, he showed him the small boat that he had. "Now, I know it's a bit of a fixer-upper," said Leroy. "Could probably use a new coat of paint, a few spritzes of Febreze here and there. But you can't tell me that five thousand is not a reasonable price for this beauty."
"Three thousand, I think," murmured Mr. Gold.
Leroy turned his gaze onto Mr. Gold. "I need five," he pleaded.
"You need five? To what do we owe this specificity?" Mr. Gold asked, raising an eyebrow at Leroy.
"Trying to help out a friend," said Leroy, trying not to give too much away.
"Oh, I see," muttered Gold. He knew what Leroy wanted five thousand dollars for.
"Look, you don't even have to pay me anything. Just forgive one month's rent for the nuns."
"The nuns?" Gold questioned.
"You can have the boat. They'll pay you back eventually. I mean, it's a good deal. You get everything." Leroy tried to get Gold to be a decent man for once.
"So that's what this is about," whispered Gold.
"Come on, you're a rich guy," Leroy pleaded. "You can afford to give them time to make up one month's, right?"
"You're right, I could."
"So great!"
"But I won't. I have a fairly specific rental agreement. If they miss a payment, I'm within my rights to evict."
"Come on, why would you..."
"And quite honestly, it's gonna be a great relief to be rid of such distasteful tenants."
"You don't like nuns? Who doesn't like nuns?"
"Oh, I have my reasons. And they're mine. Let's just say I have a long and complicated history with them." Mr. Gold slowly turned around. "And leave it at that." He walked away from Leroy.
Leroy made fists and slammed them against his thighs out of anger. He got onto his boat and went below deck and into a small room where he slept. He picked up his kettle and slammed it on the small stove.
"Hello?" called out Sister Astrid.
Leroy popped out and looked at Sister Astrid with surprise but she smiled as she held pie in her hands.
"Astrid!" Leroy breathed out.
"Mary Margaret said I might find you down here," she said while Leroy got out of the boat and stood in front of her. "I made you a pie." She smiled as she held it out to him. "It's the least I could do after all your help."
"Wow," Leroy breathed out, smiling.
Sister Astrid exclaims happily. "This boat is great!" she said, she walked down the pier to stand in front of the boat to get a better look. Leroy quickly covered up the candles down over the tarp. "It's gonna be amazing when you get it out on the water." She turned to face Leroy with a smile on her face. "I can't even remember the last time I was on a..." She started walking toward Leroy—who has a nervous smile on his face—before she stopped walking and her smile faded from her face as she looked down and saw the candles in the boxes. She walked over to the exposed candles with a hurt smile. "What's this?" she asked. She lifted up the tarp and saw the candles—the exact same candles that Leroy had said he sold. She looked over at Leroy but he couldn't look her in the eyes. "If you sold all the candles, why are they still here, Leroy?" she asked.
"I didn't sell them all," said Leroy, he finally looked up at Sister Astrid. "I tried to, but nobody wanted to buy them from me. I was gonna tell you the truth, but I was afraid of letting you down."
"So you lied?"
Leroy didn't say anything for a solid minute, looking down at the pier. "I'm sorry, Astrid." He looked back up at her. "I guess you believed in the wrong guy."
Sister Astrid didn't say a word. She didn't know what to say to him. She smiled tightly at him and walked away from him; she was hurt and felt betrayed by Leroy. And Leroy stood there, feeling like a total jackass for lying to her about the candles.
Emma was in the police station, she set up the pictures that she took and put them on the board as she looked over them. Sidney came in and looked over at Emma. "You find something?" she asked.
"Kathryn's phone records," said Sidney, handing her the envelope with the records inside of it. Emma took it and opened it, taking the papers out. She turned away from Sidney as she set the envelope on the desk. "Every call she made the day she crashed her car. Including an eight-minute call between her and David within an hour of the accident."
Emma turned to look at Sidney. "That's not possible. He said he didn't speak to her that day," she told Sidney.
"Then he's lying," said Sidney, firmly.
"No. I know when someone is lying and David..."
"It's right here on paper, Emma. Phone records don't lie, people do. And our friend David does it better than most. Don't beat yourself up over this. You're not the only person David fooled."
Mary Margaret was at the Granny's Diner and she was sitting at the counter, Ruby gave her a small glass of whiskey. She smiled at her friend and took a sip of the drink. Leroy came in and looked at Mary Margaret. "I'll have what she's having," he said to Ruby, he walked to her and sat down next to her.
Mary Margaret looked at him. "Well? Did you get it?" she asked.
Leroy took off his hat and gave her a look. "What do you think?" he said.
Mary Margaret sighed and looked forward, Leroy tossed his hat onto the countertop. "I think you're right," she said, Ruby setting the cup of whiskey in front of Leroy. "I was dreaming if I thought that the town harlot and the town drunk could accomplish anything."
Leroy picked up the drink, putting it near his lips. "Yeah. Just dreaming," he muttered as he took a sip of the drink.
Dreamy was out of his bed while his brother slept and snored away into theirs, Dreamy grabbed his hat and his bag that had his things in it. He tiptoed so he couldn't wake up his brothers, he was smiling to himself—he was thinking about Nova. Stealthy appeared from behind Dreamy and cleared his throat, and Dreamy stopped in his place.
"Stealthy," Dreamy muttered.
"You know, if you wanted to sneak out, you should have come to me," said Stealthy.
The rest of his brothers woke up and got out of their beds to watch the two brothers talk. Dreamy turned around and faced his brothers.
"You're leaving us?" asked Doc. "Without even saying goodbye?"
"Well, well, where are you going?" asked Sneezy.
"To be with Nova. We're in love. We're gonna see the world together," explained Dreamy.
"I don't understand," said Stealthy. "I thought we were meant to live our lives here, in the mines."
"I thought so, too," said Dreamy. "But things change when you fall in love. Suddenly, anything seems possible."
Sneezy quickly turned around and grabbed something for Dreamy to have. "Then take this with you. It might come in handy." It was an ax.
Dreamy puts up his hands with a smile. "I don't need it anymore," he said.
Sneezy looked at Dreamy for a moment then he set it down, he walked over to Dreamy and hugged him, they all chuckled when they were in the little huddle. Then all of his brothers hugged Dreamy. They were all happy for him. All except for Stealthy.
Dreamy had left and started walking toward Firefly Hill, meeting Nova—the love of his life—he had taken the bag that he needed on his trip. He was smiling at the thought of getting away from all the work and sailing with his true love.
"You can't do this, Dreamy," said Bossy—who has been following him.
Dreamy's smile faded when he heard his voice, he stopped in his tracks.
"You can't go to her," he said, walking toward him.
Dreamy turned his body slightly, looking over at Bossy. "Why not?" he asked.
"You have a responsibility. To mine the diamonds we make into Fairy Dust," explained Bossy.
"But I love her."
"You're a dwarf, Dreamy. We're not capable of love. It's not how we're made."
"But what if I'm different?" asked Dreamy, Bossy was taken aback by his question. "What if you're wrong?"
"Bossy's not wrong, you one," said the Blue Fairy, who appeared behind Dreamy. "What you feel? It's just a dream."
Dreamy turned and looked at the Blue Fairy. "Who are you?" he asked.
Blue Fairy chuckled softly. "I'm Nova's teacher. And if the two of you run away together, it will not end well. Nova will lose her wings. But if you return to the mines, and if you allow Nova to become the fairy that was meant to be, the two of you will bring untold joy to the world. Nova can be a great fairy if you let her. The choice is yours."
Dreamy listened to Nova's teacher, sinking the words in his head. He wanted to be with her for sure but if she was going to be a great fairy, he couldn't let her stop it. He was confused about what he was going to do. Will he ever get a happy ending? Or will he let her be the fairy that she wanted to be?
"Leroy, you understand that a relationship between you and Sister Astrid can never happen?" Mary Margaret said—she was a few drinks in.
Leroy looked away from her and down at his drink. "Yeah, yeah," he muttered. "My whole life, people made it their business to tell me what I can't do. She was the first person to say I could do anything. Who believed in me? I didn't want to disappoint her."
"But there are consequences to following through when the world tells you not to." Mary Margaret peeked over at Leroy, sighing softly. "I mean, look at me. I am a pariah in this town."
"What about your good memories?" Leroy asked.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Leroy looked over at her. "Didn't you have moments with him that you love?" he asked, and she smiled at that. "Do you regret them?"
"No, of course not," she whispered.
"Isn't that what life's about?" he asked. "Holding on to your good memories?" He smiled just slightly. "All I wanted was a moment with Astrid. One moment to give hope that any dream is possible. You've had all that, Mary Margaret. So stop feeling sorry for yourself and enjoy it." He shrugged and his glass was close to his lips. "Because I haven't." He took a sip while Mary Margaret stared at him.
Mary Margaret was thinking about the things Leroy had said, she wanted to believe him but she wasn't sure. She didn't want to regret it but she felt bad for going behind Kathryn's back. Even more so now that she's missing. "Well, if I had the dream, I'm sorry to say it wasn't worth it," she said.
"Then sitting here drinking won't end this pain," he said.
"What will?" she asked while taking a gulp of her drink.
Leroy looked up and thought for a moment, then he realized that he had an idea in mind. "I can only think of one thing," he said, downing the rest of his drink.
It was a night out, there were twinkling lights throughout Miner's Day, and there were lights on the trunks of trees. Mostly everyone was at Miner's Day, everyone was mingling and looking at the things in their booth.
Leroy was on the roof with an ax in his hand, he slowly got onto the ledge of the building, overlooking the people enjoying the celebration. He was standing next to an electrical box, a smirk on his lips. "Perfect!" he muttered to himself.
Mary Margaret popped her head through the hatchet on the roof and looked around until she spotted Leroy on the edge of the roof. "Leroy!" she screamed out. "What are you doing?" she asked while getting on top of the roof and running toward him. "Please don't do it," she begged him.
"I'm not gonna jump," said Leroy, shaking his head.
"You're not?"
"No, are you crazy? I could hit someone. You know how much damage I could do? I'm solidly built."
"Leroy, what are you doing up here?"
"I'm gonna get my moment," he said, lifting up his ax and he was about to hit the box.
"Wait. Whoa, whoa, whoa, what?" Mary Margaret said, holding up her hands.
Leroy looked over at her. "You might wanna duck," he said, he lifted his ax up once more and Mary Margaret quickly ducked down, Leroy hit the electrical box which sent sparks flying all over, he shielded his eyes away from the sparks. The lights flickered for a moment then it all went black, everyone murmured in surprise as they all looked around.
Mary Margaret stood back up and looked down at the crowd of people who were shocked and confused by the lights going out. "What are you doing?" she asked.
Leroy looked over at her with a smirk. "I'm selling candles, sister," he said.
Mary Margaret looked over at him with a smile on her then looked over at the crowd. It was a stupid idea for him to do that but they needed candles to sell and they were going to sell them to the people in Storybrooke.
Nova was standing on Firefly Hill—her back was turned—she was looking over the village with a smile on her face. She was wearing her usual blush pink dress with a bag in her hands. She heard Dreamy coming up by the crunching of the leaves, she turned around with a happy squeal and skipped to him as she grabbed his hands. "Dreamy, come on! I have to show you something," she said excitedly.
"Nova...," he said sadly, "we need to talk."
She placed her hand on his lips. "No, you have to see this." She placed her hand out and a little telescope—a blue with a gold rim—in her hand. "Take a look." She pointed out into the distance.
Dreamy picked it up out of her hand and placed his eye through the telescope, he looked into the distance and saw a boat in the water. He lowered the telescope and kept looking into the distance with a sad smile on her lips. "It's amazing," he said softly.
Nova looked over at Dreamy. "It has everything we need to explore the world. Supplies, maps of all the kingdoms, a sturdy sail...," she said with pure joy in her voice.
Dreamy didn't look at her, he couldn't see her joyful face. "Nova...," he said softly, turning to face her finally. "I can't go with you."
Nova couldn't find the words, she couldn't know why all of a sudden Dreamy decided not to go with her. "What about our life together? Our dream?" she asked.
"I'm a dwarf, Nova," said Dreamy. Like it was the simplest answer in the world. "I belong in the mines, you belong with the other fairies. And that's never gonna change."
Nova shook her head. "Dreamy, you control what changes in your life," she said gently. "Never let yourself forget you're special."
"Why?" he asked. "What makes us different from any other dwarf or fairy out there?"
"Our love," Nova breathed out.
"I don't think it's love. It's a dream, and we need to put it away."
"I don't want to put it away," Nova said, shaking her head.
"I'm not your dream, Nova. Your dream is to be a fairy godmother and you can still be that."
"You talked to the Blue Fairy."
"It doesn't matter."
"What did she say?"
"It doesn't matter."
"What did she say?" Nova yelled.
"Nova!" Dreamy yelled back. "What matters is I can't stand in the way of your happiness," he said in a gentle voice.
"You're my happiness!" said Nova, they both looked at each other for a moment. "I love you. Don't you love me?"
Dreamy didn't say anything for a moment, which seemed like forever to Nova. "I'm a dwarf. I can't love," he said, his voice wavering a bit. He started walking away from Nova and he could hear her sobbing while he walked away. She walked him leave and went back to the mines.
The dwarfs were working and they were taking the diamonds to the machines that make the Fairy Dust. "Let's pick up the pace, boys! We're making magic here!" called out Bossy to the dwarfs.
"Where's my ax?" called out Dreamy, rounding the corner of the mine and his brothers stopped working to stare at Dreamy. "Where's my ax?" he asked.
"Dreamy! You're...," Sneezy started to say but then he sneezed, "...back!" he finished with a smile on his face.
Bossy came into view with a smile on his lips then he looked around. "Well, heigh-ho, boys!" he exclaimed. All of his brothers patted his back and then went back to work while Dreamy walked past them with a soft, sad smile on his face with his ax in his hand. "Good to have you back, Dreamy."
"No place I'd rather be," said Dreamy in a dead tone, he kept walking until he found a nice rock to break with his ax. "Heigh-ho," he muttered. He lifted up his ax over his shoulder and hit the rock once. Clink. Hit twice. Clink. Everyone stopped once again to look over at Dreamy. He hit it two more times—but more aggressive this time. Clink, clink. He kept hitting it, he was getting angrier and angrier. He was so angry that his own ax broke in half. "Bossy, hand me another ax," he said, dropping the other half of the ax onto the ground and he wasn't looking at Bossy or any of his brothers.
Each of his brothers passed down one ax to Bossy, he quickly walked over to Dreamy. "Here you are, Dreamy," said Bossy, handing him a different ax without a name on it.
Once Dreamy touched the ax, it changed his name. It was not: Grumpy. Dreamy was no more—goodbye to Dreamy. He looked down at his ax. "It's Grumpy, now," he said to Bossy and his brothers. He exhaled deeply and went back to hitting the rock with his ax while everyone watched him. They were now worried about Grumpy.
Mary Margaret and Leroy were at their booth, the people of Storybrooke were at the booth and handing them the money and taking a candle, and lighting up the candles with a lighter. The two were smiling and couldn't believe that all of the people were coming by. Mary Margaret was happy and took the money from them. Leroy took a box of candles down from a pile and looked inside it and they were all empty.
Mary Margaret did the same and was surprised that they had sold all of the candles, she looked around once and sighed. "Leroy, we sold out!" she said with a smile.
Leroy and Mary Margaret shared a laugh, they couldn't believe that they had done it. They sold out. They shared a hug and Leroy picked up Mary Margaret in the process and set her down gently.
Leroy looked over at Sister Astrid, she was with two other nuns, smiling and talking to them. Mary Margaret looked over as well then back at him. "Well, go on. Give her the news," Mary Margaret encouraged. "Have your moment."
Leroy was walking toward Sister Astrid with a metal box—that was full of money in it—in his hands. He was nervous. After what happened early that day, he wouldn't know if she would talk to him again.
Sister Astrid saw Leroy walking toward her, she smiled at the two nuns. "Excuse me," she murmured and the two nuns nodded and waved at her.
Leroy stood in front of her and lifted up the metal box, looking into her eyes. "Five thousand bucks. Piece of cake," he said with a smile.
Sister Astrid gasped. "You sold them all?" she asked.
Leroy shrugged. "Yeah, I had a little help," he said nonchalantly.
"You made it happen."
"You have no idea."
"I don't know what to say," she stammered, taking the metal box.
"You're welcome," he said with a smile. "Listen, that boat of mine, I'm gonna fix it up. And, well, maybe you could be my first passenger."
She laughed, nodding. "I'd like that," she said, smiling.
"Well, then that's what we'll do, sister," he said, smiling even wider.
They both shared a smile then she looked around and sighed softly. "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she asked.
They watched the people in Storybrooke, walking, talking, and mingling with themselves. This was the perfect ending to such a horrible day for Mary Margaret, Leroy, and Sister Astrid. Everything was back to normal and the nuns didn't have to leave Storybrooke and find a new home. It was all thanks to Leroy and Mary Margaret.
Emma at the police station and sitting at her desk with a piece of paper in her hand highlighted a call that was made out to Kathryn Nolan by her husband. She looked at the paper and she couldn't believe that he lied to her about calling his wife. It was only an eight-minute phone call but he still lied and wanted to know what was said between them. She started clicking the highlighter in her hand with her thumb. She looked up and saw Regina walking in and into the office. "If this is about the blackout, I've got the guys from the power company down there working on it," she said before Regina could open her mouth.
Regina stood in the doorway, looking at Emma. "That's not why I'm here," she said. "It's been twenty-four hours since my friend Kathryn went missing. Have you found anything?"
"I found something. I just don't know what it means."
"Well, what is it?"
"At this point in the investigation, it's best I don't divulge that information."
Regina looked at Emma with a hard stare. "If you're covering for someone...," she started to threaten her. "If you're not doing your job, Sheriff Swan, I'll find someone who will." She gave her a little smile then turned and walked out of the police station, while Emma picked up her mug and took a sip as she watched Regina walk off.
Mary Margaret was still at the booth and made a Sold Out! sign, she set the markers down and smiled to herself as she set the small cutout board in front of a box while people were passing by the candle booth. She leaned down and blew out the candle. She walked to her car which still had the word Tramp on her windows, she stared at it for a moment and started thinking about David and Kathryn. She still couldn't believe that David had lied to her about telling Kathryn about them. Her heart was still beating for him.
She walked back to where the people of Storybrooke were with a candle in her hand. Granny stopped her as she placed her hand on her arm and in her other hand was a candle while Mary Margaret looked at her with surprise in her eyes. Granny took Mary Margaret's candle from her and lit it with her own and handed it back to her. Mary Margaret smiled at her and Granny smiled in return. Then Mary Margaret walked off and teared up as she walked down the path.
David was at the Miner's Day, and he saw Mary Margaret but didn't walk to her and talk to her. He was keeping a distance between him and was trying not to make things worse between the two. Wishing to talk to her again. He looked away and sighed heavily. He heard footsteps and looked over to see Emma walking toward him. "Emma?" he said.
"David, we need to talk," said Emma.
"Did you get a hold of Kathryn?" he asked.
"No...," she said slowly, "I'm afraid not."
"Then what is it?" he asked.
"I need you to come to the Sheriff's station with me and tell me everything."
David looked confused. "I'm sorry, I thought I already did," he said.
"So did I," Emma muttered. "Come on."
Emma walked to his police car while David followed her, everyone was watching as Emma took David in.
Mary Margaret stopped and looked over to see what the others were looking at David going into the back of Emma's police car, her smile faded. Emma opened the car door, and David got into the backseat. She wondered what was going on and why David was in the back of Emma's police cruiser.
David was nervous because he didn't know what was going on and why Emma had to bring him to the police station. He was hoping that Kathryn wasn't hurt or worse...that she was dead. His not knowing makes it even worse.
Where on earth is Kathryn Nolan?