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Isn't this town starting to burst at its seams? The problem with too many bodies in too little space is that they all use up things. You start to run out of food or whiskey and what choice do you have but to use magic to bring in more? And then the magic goes wrong. Maybe it even brings in more people. And then all the things are gone, and just the people left.

This is how universes end, I think.

Isn't it a good thing we have the Mayor to guide us all through this? I'm sure you'll all want to fall into line behind someone your own stories call The Evil Queen.

I'm planting a vegetable garden. I doubt it will help in time.

[Private to Emma Swan]
Some of them seem to have guns. If they're running around our town and in the woods my house is up against, where my daughter lives, I'd rather you be the only woman with a gun. I can keep my own.

I'm sorry about Henry, for what it's worth. He's a good kid.

FInally out of Morganville. Can't really say I've been happier. Even if it was by means of some whacked magic portal. I want to place the blame on Myrnin for this one.

Claire? Mikey? Eve? Anyone out there?

[Filtered to Glenn]

...we can have a wedding here, you know.

Well, this is different. Can't exactly say I'm disappointed. Always preferable to not be stuck on the Other Side.

( Elena, Jeremy )
Are you both okay?

( Jenna )
I heard you were here too, but I'm still half expecting it to be some kind of screwed up joke.

I don't even know why I'm putting this here. For all I know, there's nobody to even see it.

But...god, you have no idea how much I've missed you. And I know things were a complete mess there at the end, and that was entirely my fault, but if you are here, then I never want to leave this place, because losing you was the worst thing that ever happened to me and I don't want to do that again.

So...yeah. That's just...I wanted you to know that.

Um, hello. My name is Barbara. This is definitely not the strangest thing that's ever happened to me though.

If there are any places/buildings that don't have handicapped ramps, can someone tell me now? That way I don't get all the way there and realize I can't get in.

There's a school around here, right?

I don't like this. I don't like that I'm here and Nessie is in Forks. I don't like knowing that anything could be happening there and I'm stuck here. I really hope that I'm not starting to go crazy, being away from her. I'm getting really restless just sitting around worrying and wondering if whatever magic brought me here will bring her here too. I know I should find something to do to try and occupy my time, but that's easier said than done.

I have yet to introduce myself on here, but that's what working with wild magic will do. Takes time. I'm Mr. Gold, I own the pawn shop, among a variety of other properties. I am looking for magical volunteers to investigate the portals, and to possibly give us an early glance at how your magics may interfere with the current tenuous stability.

I suggest any personal questions and concerns you have continue to go to Ms. Swan and Mayor Mills.

So this is new. Better than a rampaging robot

Hi everyone? My name's Bianca.

This place is a total death trap...there's curtains and hooks and So, let's say hypothetically I suspend belief because, really, I've seen some pretty messed up stuff...there's really, definitely, 100% without a doubt, absolutely no way back to where we came from...? Really? That's not just, like...something townies say to make you wanna stick around...?

Has anyone attempted to send word to the Ministry of Magic about this magical barrier? Or does it not exist in this realm we find ourselves in? I find it absolutely imperative that we find a solution as soon as possible. My husband will be quite distressed by my disappearance.

Rude. I had a date tonight. Bloody magic portal. I thought apparating was bad.

Someone point me in the direction of Moroccon oil and a cosmo.

Well this...is quite odd.

I must say this contraption is quite fascinating. I have never seen anything like it. I am really very grateful that the woman who helped me acquaint myself with this world showed me how to use it, else I surely would have been at a loss.

My name is Neria Surana. I am the commander of the Grey Wardens of Ferelden. This is quite the inconvenience, but I will adapt. I always do.

That said, in all my years of studying magic, I have never seen anything quite like this.

I wonder if the people back wherever we all come from noticed the portals and are worried about us, or trying to get us back. I miss my mom