Ms. Scarlet in the Conservatory with a Dark Curse

[follow_the_wolf]

Memory throbbed like an exposed nerve as Graham wandered through the first floor of the hotel, attempting to look at everything at once but seeing little with wide, confused eyes as he set one foot in front of the other with no goal in mind beyond simply moving. The walls of his office had spun around him, leaving Emma and one last glimpse of her confused face in his wake before he had been dropped into the middle of the grand lobby, the gleaming wood and open spaces startling after the drab insides of his office.

He pulled to a stop in the conservatory, his head tipping back to feel the warmth of the sunlight on his face. There he sucked in a breath and allowed himself a moment, only a moment, to pretend that the lush greenery that surrounded him was of another world. The smells were all wrong, no wet earth or woody oak. The light was wrong as well, too clear without the dappling wrought by the sunlight being scattered by the leaves. Still, it allowed him to sort through memories old and new.

He could hardly think within walls on the best of days, he had forgotten that. He had forgotten so many things.

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[follow_the_wolf]

Somehow there was some relief in having a plan in place. Released from the watchful eye of Regina and knowing that their surroundings were safe - he took stock in David's opinion on that matter as he doubted that years fighting of fighting the Queen would have made the man lax when it came to searching out threats in the world around him - Graham let out a breath and nodded. Where everything else was unsettled, he had to agree. He nodded, "We will talk more later."