The spinning of worlds was not something Ruby remembered, but the dizzy, floating sensation that followed her from the door of her Granny's diner into the opulent hall in which she now stood was almost strangely familiar. She felt a wave of unease so acute it almost buckled her knees as she looked around at what appeared to be a hotel and realized she had absolutely no idea where she was. For all that she yearned to leave Storybrooke and its confines behind her, the first, startling taste of freedom and a new place was frightening.

She took a few steps, her heels audible on the floor beneath her, and attempted to assimilate what could've possibly happened to her. She'd been on her way out of the diner, but instead of stepping out onto the street, she'd arrived here. Had she passed out?

Up ahead of her there was a tall, rangey man, and it took a second look at him to realize that, even from behind, there was something vastly familiar about him as well. She came to a stop as she realized that his was a backside she'd admired more than once, and for all that she rationally knew this couldn't be Sheriff Graham because Sheriff Graham had died weeks ago, she felt a jolt of certainty, and even more questioningly, joy, that it was in fact him.

"Sheriff?" She said, taking a few steps closer. "Sheriff Graham?"