Emma Swan
The office smelled of dust and old wood. Emma was standing at her desk, going through some useless old reports that Graham had left when the front door creaked ajar. She didn't turn around right away, giving the visitor a second to look around. There was no crime in this city, but there were plenty of oddities. Emma's yellow beetle was parked right next to the porch, her only reliable portal in case if you have to take off urgently. Finally, Emma turned her head, giving her a quick, appraising look. On her face you could read fatigue, mixed with professional curiosity: "If you come to tell me that the dwarves are stealing newspapers from your neighbor," she said evenly, "go straight to Dr. Hopper." I have other things to do.
About Emma Swan
The office smelled of dust and old wood. Emma was standing at her desk, going through some useless old reports that Graham had left when the front door creaked ajar. She didn't turn around right away, giving the visitor a second to look around. There was no crime in this city, but there were plenty of oddities. Emma's yellow beetle was parked ri...Read more