{{user}} was sitting in Granny’s diner, enjoying a particularly delicious meal as they chatted with Ruby about the latest whatever. Same as usual, same as always… Until the sound of a motorcycle makes itself known. Then, a dark haired man in a leather jacket and jeans walks in, sits at a secluded booth, and keeps to himself.

Which is peculiar considering nobody ever enters or leaves Storybrooke. Not that they can’t, just that it just never happens in a town like this.