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[atetheapple]

[Directly after the events of this log she's ended up in the clinic, where she still currently resides and...Honestly she's a little bored out of her mind, beneath everything else.

But the fear has kept her awake, but it's more of a bone deep weariness that settles into her voice, and a listlessness she can't shake]

I think I've heard everything worth hearing about this place- Paradisa, right? The name almost suits it.

[If you like pretty, gilded cages, that is] I know I can't leave, I already had that garuantee. I only-

I'm looking for someone. What's the best way to find him? I don't think he'd find this book as amusing as I do.

[A pause, and because she can read the journal, a little more subdued than before] I'm sorry, about your losses.

And...My name is Snow. Thank you for the help.

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[changethings]

[ Emma falls silent, staring at the journal much like a deer int the headlights of a speeding car. She can't be serious... right? Snow White? Like out of Henry's book? ]

Right... sorry, you sound just like my friend. [ First Belle, now Snow White. Someone's parents must have had been on a real fairy tail kick. Yeah, that has to be it.

But why does she sound exactly like Mary Margret? ]

[atetheapple]

It's alright.

[That's a new one, but it's not like it's harmful] I hope you find her.

[changethings]

Yeah, so do I. [ She says it halfheartedly, attention focused on this Snow White. ]

...What's his name? The person you're looking for.

[atetheapple]

James.

Most people anyway, call him James. [Though she prefers to call him Charming so much, it might as well replace it]

[changethings]

James. [ She repeats the name slowly. This has to be some sort of practical joke. ]

What do you call him?

[atetheapple]

[There's a moment, where she hesitates. You could be anyone, but...You're not Rumpelstiltskin by any means. There's no power in a name for you]

I call him Charming.

[changethings]

[ She pushes the journal away from her suddenly, eyes wide. This has to be some sort of joke. It can't be real. She's waiting for Henry to start jumping up and down, excited or something, going on about how he was right.

It takes her a moment to pull it back, picking up as if nothing had happened. ]

I'll keep an eye out for him.

[atetheapple]

Thank you. If he's here, I expect he'll find me soon enough.

[changethings]

No problem. [ A joke, a completely joke. Has to be. ]

...I'm Emma, by the way.

[atetheapple]

[There's a long pause. That's not a very nice reminder. So it's a lot more solemn and chocked up sounding, when she returns with]

That's a very lovely name.

[changethings]

[ Oops, look what you did Emma. You made your mother sad. ]

Thanks.

[atetheapple]

[Yes, yes you did. She'll be okay, eventually]

You're welcome.

[changethings]

[ Awkward. ]

I'll contact you if I find this Charming of yours. [ Yeah... ]

[atetheapple]

I really appreciate it. Thank you...Emma.

[changethings]

No problem. [ Annnd she closes the journal. Wow, that was really the most awkward conversation she's had. ]