In the aftermath of the Snow Queen's spell, portals were opened up all over Storybrooke bringing in people from realms far and wide - across all universes (even the alternate ones). In a desperate attempt to protect the world at large from the influx of these newcomers, Regina sealed off Storybrooke permanently, making it impossible for anyone to leave the magical town.
I miss the jazz clubs. I miss the smell. The climate. Hell, I even miss having Myrtle Snow showing up on my doorstep shrieking about injustice. It's too quiet here. Too cold.
More than anything though, I miss seeing Delia's pouty face, knowing she's plotting my demise.
I...kind of like this. I'm not usually one for a small town, I grew up in a big city. But it's homey. It's nice to be in a place that doesn't smell like sun tan lotion and seawater.
I read over the note and saw that we were brought here by magic, apparently? Would you believe that I come from a place where magic doesn't exist? At all? Unless you're talking about my voice, then well...