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Wotcher, Storybrook, I'm Dorcas Meadowes! This is quite the quaint little town you have here. Could someone point me toward a decent cuppa?

Time travel and alternate universes. I really wish I could say this kind of thing still surprise me.

If I see one more post about that stupid ball I'm not going to, I'm going to start shooting someo

Anyone up for a spar?

Derek's gone.

I really hope this is just one of those things where he disappears for a few days and then pops back up with new memories, but it's so hard to tell if someone is just sort of gone or really gone.

Well, I'm fairly certain I've not consumed any substances that would alter my perceptions to this degree. Though I have to say that anything that could manage this would have been spectacular.

Maine. You could have at least had the decency to put your little fairy story town interesting. I'd wager there's not even any murders around here. Well, apart from the one that seems to have happened a bit back. It was his wife's lover, by the way. I suppose I'll have to resign myself to boredom for the foreseeable future. Perhaps I'll cultivate a new apiary.

Watson. You can cease worrying. I am here now. And I've brought Clyde. Also, judging by your romantic history and general lack of any sort of continuous social life, I've taken the liberty of assuming you are without a date for this charming social gathering they've put together for tomorrow. Never fear, I will accompany you so that you do not have to expect futile effort attempting to make meaningful connections with other people. You don't have to thank me. Consider it a belated Christmas gift.

I don't know what the hell kind of mess this is, but someone needs to fix it. You can't just take people away from their lives.

Jesus, this place is primitive. Never thought I'd miss tech.

For anyone still finding themselves at a loose end when it comes to finding a job, I'm certain I could conjure up a thing or two to occupy a few of you.

Blood hell, tomorrow's New Years' Eve already?

AND there's a fancy schmancey ball?

MAAAAARLEEEENE, WE NEED TO GO SHOP IMMEDIATELY.

I don't suppose there are any fit blokes out there in need of a date?

This is not what I expected. I think.

I want my brother back.

Bloody hell.

I'd say I got more drunk with James and Sirius than I meant to, but I doubt there's enough Firewhiskey in the world.