Wow.
Ok, so... I'm laying in bed at this place... still trying to get a grip on what happened.
I try to be open-minded about everything, but this all still seems like a dream I'm going to wake up from, dying in the wreckage of what used to be a plane.
Storybrooke? Seriously? And we're living in an alternate world, where fictional characters and such are real.
This has to be a hallucination or something.
Private to Mark SloanMark? Is that really you? Last time I saw you... you were holding my hand
and telling me you loved me while I was pinned under all that wreckage.
Private to Meredith GreyMere... how are you and Mark here and so healthy? You were both in the plane with me. I'm so confused right now...