A KIND OF MAGIC ↝ Killian Jones

⇒ CHAPTER THREE

  WILMA HAD TROUBLE with falling asleep, she merely stayed awake and stared at the ceiling with millions of thoughts spinning in her head, from the fact that she was in a town full of fictional characters instead of with her cracked family, to the memory of promising David that she was going to help him get his family back from the Enchanted Forest where they had ended up through a magical portal. Made perfect sense. Perhaps it was understandable why she spent majority of the night rolling over and finding new things to go over repeatedly in her mind, but eventually, she fell asleep. But not very quickly, which was why she felt a pang of irritation when she woke up to a knock at her door. And for a second, Wilma swore vengeance to whoever had interfered her sleep, but once she had shaken away the morning hater within her, she strode to the door and opened it with a groggy expression.

  "You promised to help, right?", was the first thing she heard that morning, as she came face to face with David, who looked like he had ran all the way there — maybe he had, though. Reminding herself what kind of a town she had found her way to, Wilma slowly nodded whilst rubbing her eyes, and despite seeing very well how sleepy the woman was, David stepped inside the room and proceeded to explain why he was there. "Well, I have a plan— kind of. And you know, I was thinking, you could help me?", he ranted, and sighing, Wilma took a seat on the edge of her bed and smiled sincerely at the man who was either on the verge of bursting with enthusiasm or exploding with worry.

  "Kind of? Do you do anything properly?", Wilma teased, before adding, "Sounds great, though. What's on the to-do list today?", as she stood up and started to dig through her bag to find some clothes to put on — obviously not before she had kicked David out, though, but concluding from David's frantic movements and sudden arrival, the man was in a rush. Meaning that whatever Wilma was agreeing to take part in, it would drag her into the same lane.

  "Uh... It's better if a professional explains it to you", David sighed, before shooting Wilma a wonderfully grateful look, and with that, the man went outside to wait for the woman to get dressed and join him on this mysterious quest.

  "Right. Because you're just kind of professional", Wilma pointed out sarcastically, and David managed to respond with an equally ironic laugh as he stepped outside of the room and gave Wilma her peace.

  But because Wilma had nothing better to do — in fact, she wasn't sure if there ever could be anything better to do than help Prince Charming with his mission on getting his equally magical family back from another realm, she decided to go with it. Not only today, but whenever she would be needed.

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  "A SLEEPING CURSE? Is that... safe?"

  David's quest had led him and Wilhelmina to Mr. Gold's shop, and more specifically, the back of it where Wilma discovered Henry and his mother — the one that she had clumsily bumped into — Regina. A part of Wilma struggled to believe that she was in the company of Rumplestiltskin and the Evil Queen, which was partly why she lost attention when David explained his plan to Wilma, but she did figure out the words sleeping and curse, which didn't sound very ideal, but concluding from the despair on their faces, they were low on options.

  "You see, Ms. Barton, when someone becomes the victim of a sleeping curse, they are able to enter a netherworld where communicating with others is possible. And Henry here has been dreaming of a burning room where he has talked to a woman who is traveling with Mary Margaret and Emma, but such a young man can only endure so much. I'm afraid if Henry is to visit this netherworld again, the results could be fatal", Mr. Gold explained to Wilma, who slowly put the pieces together — Mary Margaret was David's wife, Snow White, and Emma was their daughter, the product of true love and the Savior, whatever that meant. But despite all that new information, she was slowly getting the hang of it and therefore she nodded to confirm that she was understanding.