What happened

Snow White hadn't been back to The Farm in a while. Not since that crazy communist Goldilocks had shot a bullet into her skull and destroyed half of her brain. She loved the farm, and really wished that she'd been able to visit more often during the last few months. But she hadn't. Mostly, that was because she'd needed time to grow that brain back, and heal properly, and then it'd taken a few months before Bigby would even let her outside the Woodlands building, let alone get behind the wheel of a car.

But once she'd passed every fitness test that Dr Swineheart and Bigby could muster up, they'd found little that they could stop her from doing. They both knew that Snow was a fairly sensible girl who knew her own limits. She wouldn't do anything that she knew would be too exerting. There'd been offers to drive her out to the farm, and although Snow did appreciate the offer, Boy Blue would be needed in her absence, and she would be fine. She'd take a cell phone with her, so that if she ran into any problems at all, she could call either The Farm, or The Woodlands, whichever she was closest too, and help would be on its way.

It all turned out to be useless mollycoddling, in Snow's opinion. The drive was an easy drive, and soon enough, she was turning down the driveway that would take her directly to the farm.

Five minutes down the road, the harsh gravel and dirt turned into smooth steady bitumen, and the thick forest around her became thick office buildings. It'd happened gradually and instantly, in a strange paradox of weird. Snow frowned. She hadn't made a wrong turn, she was sure of it. Unless messing up directions was a weird side affect of brain-damage that Dr Swineheart had missed.

She hopped out of the truck, fetching her walking cane from the back seat. She leaned heavily on it, and looked about. She didn't see any sign posts saying where she was. Snow hobbled around a little, using the cane to take the weight off her bad leg.

She walked up and down the streets for a bit, trying to get a feel for exactly where she was. But after some exploration of this new City there was only one thing that she knew for sure. She definitely wasn't at the farm. Other than that. She was stumped. There were no 'New York Pizzarias' only 'The City Pizzaria', there was nothing around the place that told her where she was at all, and all this walking (or hobbling) was making her tired. Sure, she was healed and all, but she was still recovering, and the exertion of walking around the city all day, without anything to eat or drink, well it tired a girl out.

Where had she put her car? She could've sworn she'd parked it next to that red brick building over there... Nope. Not her car.

"Shit." She swore underneath her breath. She was tired, hungry, missing her car, and in a foreign city. Bigby wouldn't let her out of the woodlands for months after this incident. That was, of course, once she managed to find her car.
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Bigby looked up at the sky. He didn't believe in any higher beings, he considered most of that as being for Mundies, but if they did exist? Then today he was cursing them. "When I said I'd take Charming," He muttered to himself, staring up at the tall apartment complex. "I didn't mean it. I really didn't mean it."

He'd picked up Charming's scent this morning after finally feeling up to exploring the city. Charming's and Bluebeard's, but Beard's was much fainter. Almost gone in fact. Charming's was strong. He'd walked the sidewalks within a two block radius of the complex he stood before now several times, and Bigby could smell the man's cologne all over the front doors. No sign of Hobbs though, which was odd. The man never traveled without his porter.

But then, so many things were off about this city.

Bigby knocked the button provided to open the doors for those who were handicapped. The doorman standing there seemed surprisingly unconcerned as to the fact that a wolf was limping into the building. He ignored Bigby, and Bigby ignored him, walking as quickly as he could over to the list of names that sat on the wall to the side. There was a listing for Bluebeard, but none for Charming. He'd make do with that.

After a bit of awkward navigating in the elevator, Bigby stepped out on the top floor where there were only three doors and quite spread out. He headed straight for number two and batted one of his good paws against it.

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