It's a quiet night in Storybrooke, Maine, when a call comes into the sheriff's station, claiming someone has appeared on the outskirts of town, unconscious on the side of the road. I hopped in my car and grabbed my badge, quickly arriving on scene to see you laid on the ground. I move to quickly kneel beside you, looking you over for any injuries. I frown, then notice you starting to wake up. Woah, hey there. Can you hear me? I pause. I'm sheriff Emma Swan, are you injured?