Post by Graham Humbert on Jun 29, 2015 19:18:16 GMT
Graham was still trying to process everything. Apparently, he had been dead. Dead for a couple of years. And yet, here he was now and he felt, very much alive. More alive than he'd felt the past twenty eight years in Storybrooke. More alive than he felt in the Enchanted Forest when having been Regina's puppet. And he knew why . . . it was because he had his heart back. Emma had told him that his heart had been crushed and Graham knew when and why. It was because he had finally built the courage to walk away from Regina and . . . he had clearly suffered for it. The first time he defied her, she had ripped his heart from his chest. The second time, she had crushed it. And now, he had no idea where she was. But what if she had something to do with his return? And if that were the case, it certainly couldn't be good. He made his way into a familiar area: Granny's Diner. He needed a drink, badly. Or just, something. There were apparently now two other Sheriff's as well which . . . he didn't know where that left him. He was however relieved that he didn't have that extra responsibility. Not right now when he was just as confused. He made his way to the counter, sitting on the stool as he ran a hand through his hair, trying to figure out what his next move should be. He felt confused. Lost. Overwhelmed. So many emotions . . . emotions that he had been in the absence of for so many years and now they were flooding him at a rapid pace. As he waited for someone to come, he suddenly heard the name of a woman who had just been on his mind. He spun around to see an unfamiliar man yet one that he knew was the source of the voice who had spoken her name. He had been saying something about Regina and a wife named Marian and well, Graham could only focus on the Mayor's name above all other content. "You know Regina?" He said as both a question and a statement. He got up from the stool and made his way over to the man, standing in front of the table. "Do you know where she is?" He further inquired. He hadn't the slightest clue who this individual was. He hadn't been here when Graham had been Sheriff but if he had an idea as to where the Evil Queen was, then Graham needed to know. |
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