He decided to get away. He went for a little stroll about Storybooke, not meaning to stop for anything. He just wanted to think. He looked up from the ground though for some odd reason. It felt like a something was tugging at him, and he looked up and immediately knew what the tug was. Mary Margaret Blanchard.
He didn't know her and she really didn't know him, yet there was an intense connection he felt when he opened his eyes and saw her gentle face.
From across the strada, via Mary felt someone looking at her and looked at...
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