Of course it was raining. The one time Emma leaves her keys in her jacke it has to be raining. Her jacke is back in Mary Margaret’s apartment, who is out for the night babysitting for Ashley so she can have some alone time with Sean. It’s late Sunday night and Storybrooke being the small town it is, seems deserted. Even Granny’s is closed for the night. And so Emma stands outside the apartment building, leaning against her car, utterly drenched.

It’s not that she doesn’t like the rain, because she does. She’s always found it to be oddly comforting actually. But it’s fall now...