[Honestly, Regina hadn't been keen on talking to many people here. Neal was enough to make her question everything she thought she knew about the last memory she had in Storybrooke. But then she had to go and glimpse the one handed wonder out of the corner of her eye. Only he had two hands instead of a hook, and she decides maybe it might be worth talking to him. She follows him, not closely, just enough to see what room he disappears into, and she waits five minutes before knocking.]

I know you're in there, so if you'd be so kind as to open the door and help me figure out where the hell we are, I'd appreciate it.