She ran through the woods... why was she always running? Could she never stay in one place? Panting, she reached the edge of the forest. There he was, waiting for her. "Lissa, you never said -"

"I know! I never said he was chasing me! But it's all because of her! She belongs to you know who, and he messed with her, which makes them enemies, so he thought he'd try, and you know what I have, and... what is that? What are you doing?"

"Lissa, the important thing here is your safety. You hold the key, if you are safe then he can't get it, and if he can't get it then he can't kill anyone. This will get you to the other side, to Storybrooke. Just one catch though, you won't remember anything."

"About this?"

"No, anything. You won't remember who you are."

"Not even my name?"

"No, but that can be fixed." He scrawled her name on a piece of paper. "There. Now you'll know your name is Alicia." He put it in her pocket. "Now drink this."

"Sam -"

"Do it, Lissa, or everyone could die!"

Sighing, Lissa picked up the bottle and downed the potion.

Emma opened her eyes to the phone ringing. She picked it up. "Mom?"

"Emma, come to the diner, we've got trouble."

Emma groaned. Could they not just have one peaceful day in Storybrooke? She quickly showered, threw on some clothes, and drove down to Granny's. When she went in, Regina, Snow, David, and Henry were there.

"What's going on?", Emma asked.

"Mom! Mom and I were just walking, and we saw a portal open in the sky, and this girl sort of floated down from it... so we brought her in here, where Grandma and Grandpa were..."

Emma went over to take a look. The girl had dark red hair that was tangled and had leaves in it, as though she'd been running in a forest. Her clothes looked Enchanted-Forest-y, a brown cloak over a leather dress with leggings underneath and hiking boots. She appeared to be around 17. Suddenely, she started to wake up, and Emma backed up a little.

"Hello?", Emma said when she opened her eyes.

She looked around, confused.

"I'm Snow", Snow said. "Or Mary Margaret. Who are you?"

The girl frowned. "I... I don't know."