[ emma's not a real big believer in anything. the world sucks and it rolls on. but henry, a child who hasn't even begun living, has taught her more life lessons than experience has. her past has hardened her to the point where she sometimes wonders if she's pinocchio in his book of tales, wishing for a better life that isn't so wooden and confining; but henry has softened her to the point where she thinks she's a real person.

hearing a voice with a touch of that irish accent she never thought would set her on fire is one of the many things emma does not believe in. the dead stay dead. when someone dies in your arms, heart completely still within their chest, they're long past saving.

the grip in her hair is tight as she really thinks she's gone insane. this entire town is insane. she's not a hero, or the coming of whatever is going to save this town from understanding how to fix broken clocks. it's hard for her to believe in something that only seems to steal the people she cares about away from her. for her, it's someone who isn't graham standing in her office, seeing what a poor excuse of a sheriff this town now has. ]

Yeah? Clearly you haven't met the Mayor - [ she decides to look up then, figuring she's hearing voices. she doesn't know graham as well as she wants to (because she never tried to) and sometimes she wonders what he'd say if he saw how corrupt this town really was. what would graham do? is a regular thing she asks herself.

and what would he do in this situation? apparently rise up from the dead and stand before her in his office. emma might as well be bambi; she impersonates the character well enough with her wide eyes and mouth open. she begins to shake her head, gripping the desk tightly. ]

You're - No. No. I'm seeing things. This town has officially driven me insane.