Mia's POV
My jaw dropped. "My uncle's alive?" I asked. "Yes, and he is somewhere in Storybrooke," Henry said. "I have to find him," I said as I grabbed Matt's hand and ran out of the room. "Mia wait!" Henry yelled.

"What?" I asked still not slowing down my pace as I walked out of the apartment. "I'm coming with you!" Henry smiled as he caught up with me. I smiled at him and felt butterflies. What? I shook it off and kept walking.

"Mia, where is our uncle?" Matt asked. "I don't know, Matt," I sighed. All of a sudden it was like my legs were moving places that I didn't want to go. I found myself in front of a mansion. I had this gut feeling that my uncle was in there.

"Why are we here?" Henry asked. "My uncle is here, that's why," I told Henry. "I've already checked everywhere in here. Your uncle is no where in there," Henry told me. I still had my gut feeling that he WAS in there. I had to trust it. "I'm checking in there anyway, come on Matt," I said.

"Ok Mia," Matt said as he followed me. We walked up the stairs of the mansion when I noticed Henry still back where we had left him. "You coming?" I asked. Henry nodded his head and walked up the stairs. We walked inside and I looked around.

Why did this place look so familiar? I decided to look around. There was a lot of different rooms and fancy things. This was a really nice place. I noticed a picture on a shelf that stood out. I picked it up and looked at it closely. It was a picture of my aunt and uncle. Weird.. Why is there a picture of my aunt and uncle in this house?

I was going to put the picture back when I noticed that where the picture had been standing there was now a button. What? I of course pushed the button.

The book shelf that the picture had been on moved out of the way and revealed a long narrow staircase going down. I turned to Matt who grabbed my hand and squeezed it. I saw Henry look at me surprised, then he smiled. There were those butterflies again. I pushed them aside and went down the stairs.

I heard a voice as I walked down, "And then I can have her coming and looking through out the house. Then she can find a secret entrance. Then she can be hearing me talking. Then she can walk-- Well well well. Here she is now."

I knew the person was talking about me. It was obvious. I turned a corner and saw my uncle sitting in a chair by a desk. He had a book on the desk and had turned around to smile at me.

"Uncle J?" I asked. "Mia," he whispered as he got up and gave me a hug. I hugged him tightly, breathing in the smell of his cologne and whiskey mixed together that I have missed so much.

Uncle J was my favorite uncle of all time. He loved to draw just like me and we would write stories together and always have fun. The day he disappeared I was devastated. I had cried myself to sleep for days.

I pulled away and felt tears going down my face, "Uncle J, I've missed you so much." "I'm missed you too Mia," he said. "Aw! Matt my boy! My have you grown!" Uncle J said to Matt. Matt looked at him confused but gave him a hug.

The last time Matt saw Uncle J was probably when he was like 2. So, it's been a while. "What happened? Why did you disappear? What is going on? Author?" I said. "I'm sure you have a lot of questions but right now we have to get ready," Uncle J said.

"Ready for what?" I asked. Uncle J smiled and said, "We need to get you ready to become the next author."