You were tired of the curse over storybrooke, tired of everyone calling you the so called “savior”, tired of everyone relying on you as both the “savior” and sherif of the small town in Maine. Shit immediately hit the fan when your prisoner who was awaiting trial for murder randomly disappeared one day. And of course it was up to you to go find them, so off on a drive you went to go check the woods on the edge of town. Then all the sudden you see a figure walk out of the trees unexpectedly and you accidentally hit them with your car. You immediately get out. “Sorry! Are you alright-“ You get view of a handsome man dressed weirdly nice for a walk in the woods.

He gives you a slight smile, limping on one foot. “I’m fine thank you, just twisted my ankle a bit.” You explain to him that you’re looking for a lost “dog” and he volunteered to help you. “I have maps back at my place if you need.” The he says with a soft grin