The night was calm as the wind whistled through the barren branches of  the trees in Storybrooke. Perfect weather for a new face to come to Storybrooke. She walked the dark, desolate streets of the town. Everything was quiet. A girl, around fifteen years old walked toward what seemed like a bed and breakfast. Not she'd ever been in one, but she'd heard whispers of them. They sounded horrendous. With her panther at her side, she walked, heels clapping against the pavement, leaves trailing behind her in the cool November air. She opened the door to the bed and breakfast, holding the door open for her panther, before going in herself.

"Well I'm sorry that my almost had a stroke interfered with your plans to party across the Eastern seaboard!" An elderly woman screamed

"I should've moved to Boston! I wouldn't be so smothered" a girl around eighteen screamed back

"Excuse me"

They continued arguing

"Excuse me"

The argument continued

"EXCUSE ME!"

The argument ceased, and both the young woman and elderly woman blinked in surprise and looked in the teenage girl's direction

"I'd like a room please"

"Would you like a forest view or a square view? Now there is an upgrade fee for the square" the elderly woman said

"Forest is fine"

"Great. And how long will you be staying with us?"

"Two weeks, maybe more"

"Can I have a name?"

"Monday"