{ ❅ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ——— 

          the  faint vestige of a heartbeat would  haunt  her  days  &
          plague her restless nights.  HOPE of her sister’s presence
          in  this  place  grew  torturous.   pacing would produce  a
          fresh trail of frost upon  rustic  floorboards,  scouring  aisle
          after aisle of  the  town’s   library  to  acquire  charts of this
          realm. with various cylinders nestled  in  the  crook  of  her
          arm, she rested them upon the vast  expanse of an empty
          table,   its   surface   perfect   for   her   present  endeavor.

                     in  the  silence,  a  notion  of  suspicion  crept  across  cool,
                     pallid flesh whilst a fingertip followed Storybrooke’s various
                     paths as if something lurked just beyond her current focus.
                     once  she  spared  a  glance over her shoulder to study the
                     door, only to admonish herself  &  return to her attempts at
                     comprehending    the    world    she    was   released   unto.