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“Broken.” A single word on the back of a postcard (delivered by a bird instead of the post office, what the hell, August), but yet it had meant so much to him. It was what he had been waiting for for years, and yet it had to come now, at this point in his life, when he’s no longer waiting for a time when he can try and somehow make it all up to Emma. She made it to where she was supposed to be, and obviously August is there too. He had wanted to know this, but he’s got a different life now, and he’s sure she must have moved on years ago, after what he did. August doesn’t know this, of course, or why this news doesn’t mean as much to him anymore, but he had still done as he had promised to do.
Neal doesn’t even know why he decided to come here. All that’s in this town for him is the woman whose heart he broke, and the father who broke his. The one probably doesn’t want to see him, and he’s spent years trying to hide from the other. The one advantage he has here is that he will know who his father is (if not where, specifically, in town), but his father likely won’t know who he is. All he has brought with him in his borrowed car is enough clothes to last him a week and the postcard. He checked the maps; there's no town called Storybrooke on any of them. He figures he might need the postcard to direct him to where he wants to go.
It's late when he finally makes it to his destination, so late that he doesn't expect to find anywhere open. Which he doesn't, except for the main office of the local hotel, where he finds a room and confirmation that outsiders are extremely rare.
In the morning, he prefers not to call attention to himself, at least not right away, so decides to go for a walk through the downtown area to see what he can figure out about this town. Maybe at least he can find some clues as to what his father's been up to, or Emma.
Neal doesn’t even know why he decided to come here. All that’s in this town for him is the woman whose heart he broke, and the father who broke his. The one probably doesn’t want to see him, and he’s spent years trying to hide from the other. The one advantage he has here is that he will know who his father is (if not where, specifically, in town), but his father likely won’t know who he is. All he has brought with him in his borrowed car is enough clothes to last him a week and the postcard. He checked the maps; there's no town called Storybrooke on any of them. He figures he might need the postcard to direct him to where he wants to go.
It's late when he finally makes it to his destination, so late that he doesn't expect to find anywhere open. Which he doesn't, except for the main office of the local hotel, where he finds a room and confirmation that outsiders are extremely rare.
In the morning, he prefers not to call attention to himself, at least not right away, so decides to go for a walk through the downtown area to see what he can figure out about this town. Maybe at least he can find some clues as to what his father's been up to, or Emma.
