I wake up slowly. The sun warming my skin. My servant opens the curtains. I slowly sit up.

"Good morning, sir." He says.

"Morning." I yawn.

He hands me my clothes. He pulls them over me.

"Have you found it yet?" I ask.

"Yes. I have found Storybrook." He says.

"Good." I say.

I make my way downstairs. 

"How far is it?" I ask.

"About a three-hour drive sir." He says.

"Not bad." I shrug.

He pulls the curtains apart. I sit down at the breakfast table. He gives me a plate covered in a silver dome. I let out a breath. Then silver reflects a beautiful face. I am grateful it doesn't show my true nature. 

"What is it this time?" I ask.

"Poached salmon with a delicate egg and hollandaise." He lifts the dome.

I nod and start eating. I turn to him and his face was... unsettled. His wrinkles were more shown.

"Bad news?" I ask.

"He called again; Lord Henry's great great great great grandson." He says.

I roll my eyes.

"Fucking bitch." I hiss.

"Mr. Gray..." He looks at me.

"I apologize for my language." I say.

I don't actually. He'll never see the painting. The painting destroyed his great great great great grandfather. It would've destroyed me. It's still destroying me. It's a corruption of my soul. It's my blackness. It's my... darkness. 

"Come on we're going to Storybrook." I say.

"Are you really sure he's there?" He asks.

"Of course he's there." I say.