That Still Small Voice (arrival, open)
"Hey! Listen!" Henry said suddenly, and both Archie and Marco turned to look at the boy... and then it struck him. He gave a wondering smile. He really had never heard that sound in Storybrooke before, and yet here it was now.
"Crickets."
It had been a hell of a day. Finally deciding to stand up to Regina, to throw her threats back in her face... and do his best for the sake of Henry, following his conscience, being rescued from the mine shaft... all he wanted now was to go home, have a bath, and a drink.
He said goodbye to Marco, Emma and Henry and slowly began to walk home, ruminating on what had happened, on the progress he'd made with Henry, not really paying attention to what was around him until Pongo barked, forcing him to look up.
He spun around on the spot, trying to work out where he was. It certainly wasn't Storybrooke, though it looked as quaint. Pongo was obviously confused, and woofed again at Archie, looking up at him. He gripped his umbrella that little bit tighter, feeling grubby still after the mine rescue. "I don't know, boy," Archie said, addressing his dog.
