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[The feed clicks on to show a woman in her late twenties, possibly early thirties. And she does not look pleased. If looks could kill, well, everybody viewing the broadcast would definitely be dead.

Well, that's what she's trying to convey, at least. The half dried tear tracks running down either side of her face tell another story. When she speaks, she sounds tired and worn out.]

I'd thought I'd seen the last of strange lands when I left Neverland. It appears I was mistaken. [A beat.] Though I have no doubt about the fact that this land is just as irritating as Wonderland and Neverland were. They always are.

[There's an eye roll in her words, even if she doesn't actually do one.]

I won't bother asking how I got here, [She has a pretty good idea of that already, even if it's completely wrong.] I'd just like to know where I ended up.

[Her hand hovers over the phone, as if she's debating whether to say anything else. Eventually it clicks off without another word.]

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[Al is conflicted when he sees this post go up onto the network. On the one hand, this is a woman that had been the focus of not a few nightmares that left him in a cold sweat. But at the same time...she had clearly forgotten Wonderland, wouldn't know what her past-or-alternate self had done. Maybe she'd even changed, and he wouldn't have to be afraid of her.]

[Not that he would expect that, not yet.]

[Eventually, though, he does respond, if somewhat hesitantly.]

Um, this is Wonderland, actually. Probably not the one you're thinking of, though.

[The new face, followed by the confirmation that this was some... twisted version of Wonderland is met by a hard stare. There's no recognition there, nor any sign that she should recognise him.]

Wonderland. [It's repeated in a dry, 'you have to be kidding me' tone.] It's certainly changed since my last visit, unless you mean there's more than one of that dreadful place.

[He really isn't sure if the lack of recognition is worse or better, and firmly tells his twisting stomach to decide later, damnit. For now, though, he grimaces and shrugs.]

There seems to be more than one. This one, it pulls people from all sorts of different worlds and uses our memories to make changes to the whole place every once in a while. I don't know why it pulls people in, but we can't go home until whatever controls Wonderland decides we can. Not that we haven't tried to figure out a way home, of course, but...

[He shrugs. Pretty clear how well that's worked out so far.]

[She manages to stop herself from interrupting the explanation. He's trying to help, and well, she could use something to take her mind off everything. Even if it's not exactly good news.

She does raise an eyebrow slightly at that grimace, though.]

Well, that's certainly a lot to take in. [She gives a tight, obviously forced smile. Wonderland always did have asinine rules.] I assume nothing has worked, or you wouldn't be here telling me about it.

But this is Wonderland.

[Hi mom. That's Henry there, being confused. But she has been gone a while and he has heard about people forgetting their time here. He supposedly did it himself.

There's definite concern though.]

Are you okay? Where are you.

So I've heard.

[....Wait. Was that Henry? She stares into phone with complete and utter shock on her face. Her mind going over each and every possibility of why Henry is here and why he remembers her.]

I'm--yes. I'm okay. Some sort of entrance hall? Henry. Are you okay?

I'll be there in a minute. Don't go anywhere!

[Lucky stays back this time. Henry isn't sure he wants to greet her right off the bat with the fact that he has a dog. But Regina does get an immediate hug regardless. She had been gone for a long time now and past events aside, he loved her. She was still the one who raised him.]

[Yes, let's keep the revelations to one at a time, please. She waits as instructed, worry etched across her face the entire time.

But that hug, oh she's never letting you go, Henry. Pressing a kiss to his temple, she holds him tight for the longest time. Words would ruin it, and she's sure it'll all come crashing down any minute now.

But for now, she's just a woman holding her son and never wanting to let go.]

You were here before but you left... I wasn't sure if you were going to come back.

[And he did worry about that, believe it or not. His arms wrapped tight for a moment, but then he did pull away, his brows pulled together and a slight frown.]

You don't recognize this Wonderland, do you?

[Memories were such a tricky thing here, he was learning. Especially for people who ever disappeared...]

[It's a fight to let him pull away, but she does eventually. Though not without wordlessly examining him with her eyes.]

I don't understand, Henry. How could I have been here before and not remember anything?

[But the way he's talking makes it sound like he's been here a rather long time. That can't be possible. Which of course is when it dawns on her to ask:]

Henry, how long have you been here?

About three months...

[He frowns a little, worrying his lip at the question.]

I don't know. I haven't figured that out yet, but when people leave... they don't always remember. It happened to me, too...

I still don't understand how this could happen, but that's not important. What's important is that we're together again.

[Every part of her wants to demand answers; from Henry, from Wonderland, every possible source. But no, this second (third? Fourth?) chance, and comforting her son are more important.]

I hope you weren't alone the entire time. [There's a hint of her stern, motherly voice.] Has someone been taking care of you?

Regina.

[Six months ago, Emma's response would have been a hell of a lot more hostile. Things had changed since then. Despite differing memories and mounting tensions, caused in part by Graham's presence as well as the old song-and-dance that always resulted in Emma and Regina each grabbing onto one of Henry's hands and pulling as hard as they possible could, so to speak -- they had managed to become civil with one another.

They weren't really friends. Emma couldn't imagine they ever really would be, but they were allies, at least. They both had Henry in mind. His safety, what was best for him. Emma had been forced to accept a long while ago that there was no world where Henry only had one mother anymore, and Regina's departure from Wonderland had worried her more than she'd expected.

Everyone was leaving. Hook, Graham, Dr. Whale, Regina. Amy, Benny. Ruby and Jefferson had vanished months ago. If any one of them had to come back-- well.

Maybe what surprises Emma most is how relieved she is to see her. That wasn't what she'd expected, though it's clear that Regina doesn't remember any of what happened here before. Just like Amy when she'd come back, and just like Castiel.

She can work with that.]

Hate to be the one to break the news, assuming nobody else beat me to it, but this is Wonderland. Maybe a little different than you remember. [Jefferson had made it clear enough that this was another Wonderland entirely, though it had similarities.] I've yet to see any cards with swords or any caterpillars.

[After hearing so much about Regina from both Emma and Victor, one would think Martha had an idea of what she looks like.

Not the case, as it turns out. When she sees this woman appear on her mobile's screen, Martha assumes that she's just another new arrival. It makes sense that there's a new batch of people being brought in now that Christmas is over and things have calmed down at least a little.

She can see that the stranger has been crying, but she has at least some hold on what's happening. Even if she's a bit confused about the details.]

... Actually, you're in Wonderland. It may just not be the version you're familiar with.

I'm learning that.

[What else do you say to the woman who shouldn't remember you?

She'd kept silent for Henry's sake, because it was Henry but this is entirely different. Neverland had forced Regina to look at her in a different light, to see her as something other than the woman who was going to take her son away. Somewhere along the way he'd become their son, and Regina found she had less of a problem with that than she thought she would.

Of course, their triumphant return from Neverland had been marred by Pan, and Regina's own attitude when Emma had concerns about Henry. Looking back, she felt so incredibly foolish.

And then came Pan's Curse.

And the fact that neither Emma or Henry should remember her. If they did, did that mean she failed? That everybody in Storybrooke would be cursed to live their lives in an unbreakable curse, cast by a smug little fool who wouldn't even be there to enjoy it?

She'd watched Emma and Henry drive out of Storybrooke, out of her life forever. She gave up everything to save everyone, and now it looks like she's failed? The look of pain and confusion on her face is more than enough to show Emma that something isn't right.]

Emma. You shouldn't remember me. Neither of you should.

Pretty much. Um, there's pamphlets that get left around the mansion that explain more about what goes on here, if you need it.

[Top marks for not pointing out the tears, Martha.

But with more confirmation that this is some twisted version of Wonderland, (though, perhaps 'her' Wonderland is the twisted one, it's certainly starting to look that way,) she can't help but frown.]

One Wonderland was bad enough, I imagine this one has its own Queen of Hearts too?

That's right. She doesn't show herself often, but when she does it usually means trouble.

[Martha's never going to get over that chess match. It's a few months back now, but that isn't long enough for any of the wounds to have healed over completely.

It's been some time since she's had to give someone the full explanation, and so Martha lets out a breath as she tries to gather her thoughts.]

What have you been told so far?

Of course that's the one thing that hasn't changed.

[Of course, with no experience with this Queen of Hearts, Regina only has her experience with her own to go on. Not that she ever encountered the monarch while in Wonderland, just being there was bad enough.]

That we're stuck here until Wonderland decides to let us go, and that I've apparently been here before and don't remember a thing.

I'll keep an eye out. Thank you for your help.

[Despite her increasingly foul mood, it's only polite to thank someone for their help.]

[She frowns, pursing her lips slightly. None of that strikes her as particularly out of place, just confused. Shouldn't remember her? Wonderland liked to play with memories, but not that way.]

That's not how it works. It's the other way around. If you leave Wonderland, you don't get to remember what happened here.

[They were working on that. It was a long, slow process, but they were working on it. Most of them wanted to get home with their memories intact, to be able to hold onto the things they'd learned as well as memories of the people they'd come to care about in this place. A little too mushy for her to ever admit out loud, but it was what it was. She wasn't Wonderland's biggest fan, but she had friends here. There had even been second chances with old friends - though that had been snatched away.

She should have expected that, in hindsight. She was used to losing.]

Kind of a major figure, Regina. I don't think either one of us is going to be forgetting you anytime soon.

[Emma Swan you are the most infuriating person in the world. She mirrors Emma's frown with one of her own.]

This has nothing to do with... Wonderland. I watched the two of you drive away, it should've worked.

[Emma, why are you doing this. It wasn't enough that she had to say goodbye to Henry forever, now you're telling her it didn't work? She lets out a frustrated sigh, fixing Emma with a stare.]

If you remember me, it can only mean that I failed and Pan's curse tore Storybrooke apart.

[Casually drops that bomb, nbd.]

[It would be hard to imagine a Wonderland that doesn't have the Queen of Hearts. She's a quintessential part of the original story and all of the films that came out thereafter.

Along with, of course...] Alice is here too, but you won't see much of her either.

[It's maddening, but the sooner that this stranger accepts these basic facts, the better.

Martha's surprised to hear that she's someone who's been here before, though. She tilts her head to the side just slightly.]

Is that so? We never met, then. I've been here for about eight months now, but... anyway. I'm Martha Jones.

I'm betting you've probably heard this a few times already, but just in case you haven't... You're in Wonderland.

[He's noticed that some of the others here are faster than him at responding to new people, but all the same, he wants to help. There's a momentary pause in which he glances over what he can see of her, then Wash continues.]

You've been here before? [Wait. There's probably a better question he could be asking here.] ...Are you okay?

[Al smiles in return, if a little wanly.]

It's no problem. I know how confusing it is when you first get here.

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