The town was more than a little spooky, Johnny mused as he pulled up at the B&B. If he weren't so tired, he'd have pushed through the rest of the way home, but he'd rather not get into (another) car accident, not with his family waiting.

As he climbed out of the car, a young boy's voice intruded on his thoughts. "Hi."

"Hi," Johnny replied, bemused.

"It's okay, mister. Everyone passing through Storybrooke thinks it's creepy," the boy shrugged. "Time's just a little stuck here."

Johnny felt an involuntary shiver run through him. Don't touch anything, he told himself.