Storybrooke

Never mind. Why would he care? Oh, well, the Master was my biolgical dad's enemy. He could care. If he knew I was Indy and a daughter of the doctor, I was screwed. Well, only if my dad loved me and he knew. Nobody knew. Nobody but Katie and the Doctor, and mum perhaps.
I decided to play along. Strategy required.
'Well, you're good with names', I complimented. 'Let me guess... Rumpelstilzkin must be an idiotic fairytale to you. I'm sure you'd figure out my name within minutes. In stead of three days'
Why he instantly laughed I didn't know. It wasn't that funny. Just a simple thought passing by. A compliment. You don't laugh that way because you're flattered.
'Well, I'm serious! Last time I woke up some stranger kissed me. And the next moment he tried to confince me I had slept over two hundred years. Well, it wasn't last time, but the time before. But you get it', I explained, trying to not let me sound like an idiot. Something that didn't work out, appearantly.
'Thank you for the compliment. I understand. And you're probably right'
'Thank you mister... can I have your name or should I just call you Rumpelstilzkin? Anyway, thanks for the clothes!' I couldn't help whispering "Master" afterwards. It was only to see how he would react. In the split of a second I would have sworn that he said "what?", however, when I blinked, his awnser had changed; 'Rumpelstilzkin is fine by me'
Oh, how mysterious. 'If so, it must be horribly frustrating that everyone knows your name by now. Isn't it?', I joked. It ment no harm, it was a dream right? Or was it real like Katie said. Everything could be real to me now. It could be that this man actually is Rumpelstilzkin.
'But, gotta go. Have stuff to do. Oh, by the way, can you tell me where I am?'
'Storybrooke, a small town in Maine', he replied.
'Cool. Thanks, see you later!'
As I walked out the door, the name of the store caught my eye; 'Mr golds antiques'
So, his real name was mr Gold. I woke up inside a store? Well, what a hell of a story I must have got in this dream.
My feet stopped. I hadn't noticed I had walked, until now. The wind was actually blowing trough my hair. I could smell the sea. My feet did hurt a little. I wasn't paralyzed at all. I could really feel! I started to run. It didn't matter where I was. I was actually getting tired! This was real!
I loved it. Maybe, this was my real home. Everything else seemed like a dream. My two dads... Yes, it must have been a dream. It felt like that ever since he died. I still have my real dad.
'I am. Aliveeee!', I screamed, grabbing the lamppost. I turned around it with the speed of light. Accidentally I launched myself into the arms of a man. I blushed. He was staring at me. Not as if I lost my head. It was something else. Something I couldn't place yet.
'You are. But not for long if you don't watch your steps'
His... his scarf seemed familiar.