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August limped through Storybrooke. "Are you okay?" kind older ladies asked the young man, to which he replied, "I'm fine." And that only increased the pain in his left leg, which was turning back to wood with each lie he told. And it was totally bogus that, "I'm fine," constituted as a lie. August couldn't very well roll up his pant leg and say, "No, I'm not fine. I'm turning back into a puppet." All these people were cursed and wouldn't believe a word he said. They'd think he had a peg leg, that he was some amputee in denial about their injury. They'd compare him to a pirate! He was no pirate. He was a puppet. There was a difference.
nbsp; He oh, so wanted to tell Emma of his pain, though, because Emma needed to know the truth. It was his job to break the news to her that, yes, Henry was telling the truth and Storybrooke, Maine was, in fact, cursed. The only good thing that came out of his wooden leg was that it could serve as proof to Emma. Because this young lady wasn't about to believe a word he said without some proof. But he had to wait for the right time. He had to soften her up, and be sure that she would believe, because if he told her too soon, she would think he was insane. But if he told her too late...he didn't want to think about what would happen if he told her too late. He just had to tell her right on time.
nbsp; "You okay?" Sherriff Swan questioned him on one rainy day. Oh, how he hated that question. And the wetness of the rain just made the wooden leg ache more.
nbsp; "I'm...fine," August yelled over the pattering of the rain on his umbrella. He could feel his leg turn to wood. Finally, the rain drizzled to a stop. The sun shone and August closed his umbrella. He turned it, resting the tip on the concrete and leaning on it like it was a cane. "Best be going," August nodded, and limped away.
nbsp; "Are you sure you're okay?" Emma turned her head to August as she closed her own umbrella. "You look a little bit like Mr. Gold, right now," she joked. August turned back around and faked a horrified look. Then he smiled.
nbsp; "How about now?" August asked, picking up his umbrella and just standing there, holding it. "Now I look like Dr. Hopper, don't I?" Emma's began to smile, and she shrugged. "Which fairytale character does Henry think Dr. Hopper is, again?" August asked, sauntering back over to Emma, trying to hide the stiffness in his leg.
nbsp; "Jiminy Cricket," Emma answered quietly.
nbsp; "And which fairytale is Jiminy Cricket from?" August asked.
nbsp; "Pinocchio," Emma smiled.
nbsp; "You think I look like the guy from Pinocchio?" August gasped jokingly. "I'm flattered." And he turned his back again, this time to a smiling Emma. He walked away, his umbrella in hand, and trying his best to hide his limp