Fifth Experiment: [voice]

[jolting]

[Whale can't sleep, and with good reason: there's been a lot for him to process lately. He's in the clinic, not that anyone can see since he chose to leave the video function turned off. He just needs to talk all of this out; it's how he thinks]

This is a chain reaction of complex emotions. Where do I even start? An immortal man who looks like me. That packed more punch than I expected. And now all of this... Gold's son, magic beans...

My head feels like it just ate a bunch of Pop Rocks and drank soda.

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[jolting]

[well given that his entire family is dead, yeah. Storybrooke is a better alternative]

I'll drink to that. You look like you could use another, too. Good thing I stocked up.

[offtheroad]

Have I mentioned you're my favorite doctor?

[ he wiggles his shoulders as he tries to get comfortable back in the hospital bed ]

You're from the Enchanted Forest, then?

[jolting]

[he is halfway to getting another beer when Neal asks him that. Henry thankfully already told Whale that Neal is his father and Gold's son, so the question doesn't catch him by surprise]

No, I'm not. I'm from a different world than the rest of you. I'm surprised no one told you about me in Storybrooke.

[offtheroad]

[ he shrugs, then winces from a slight twinge of pain. gdi bullets. gdi. ]

Wasn't around long enough to get the town hall meeting. [ he frowns, thoughtfully ] Let me guess, Neverland?

[jolting]

Hardly. [he looks amused at the idea. Which would he have been, a lost boy or a pirate?]

Mine was a world without color. Like those old black-and-white movies.

[offtheroad]

You mean, like Dracula? Or Casablanca? Or...uh. Wolfman?

[jolting]

Dracula and Wolfman... Accurate comparisons.