A strange yet tranquil stillness enveloped the town of Storybrooke, Maine. Its residents had long been unaccustomed to the comforts of freedom from worry over some villain or another. They wasted no time in taking advantage of it. The Mayor declared a mandatory holiday for everyone to spend time with those they love. Granny’s Diner remained open after hours to invite the jubilant townsfolk to blow off steam and party. A low wind blew down the streets, dragging with it some noisy, dried leaves on the ground. As she walked down the sidewalk with the voices of her girlfriend and son mixing with the sounds of nature on concrete, the Mayor felt a warm feeling budding inside of her.
A feeling of home.