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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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[atetheapple]

It would certainly be helpful. I've got the time to listen.

[fantasies]

Do you remember the curse?

[atetheapple]

...If you mean being told about it, yes.

[HOW DID YOU KNOW]

[fantasies]

So you're from earlier, too. [Man, this is so inconvenient. BUT HE'LL ROLL WITH IT.] I mean, that's okay. The important thing is, the curse happened. I've seen it.

[atetheapple]

I didn't doubt it would.

[She knew Regina was too persistent, and well, it had been on it's way there]

[fantasies]

Right. So, you don't remember this part, but when the curse happened, it brought you to Storybrooke. Where I'm from.

[atetheapple]

And where is that? What...

[A beat] I'm not sure I want to know.

[fantasies]

It's in a different world. The curse trapped you there, and changed all your memories. Which is why you're Ms. Blanchard but not Ms. Blanchard.