Regina poured them each another glass of whiskey almost instinctively. They were going to need it.

Head tipped forward, she stared down at the table a moment, and when she looked up again, fingers brushing her hair back behind her ear, there was more warmth and familiarity in her gaze than before. "Before we came to the Inn, some of us were in a different world sort of like this only bigger. Myself, Snow, Yasmeen, Raleigh, Harry, Jaime, Lydia, Jack and Angua. We weren't all friends, but most of us had met. We also knew many of the others here, but from different points in their lives or entirely different universes. You were one of them."