She had heard from Will about the woman he had loved, Anastasia. He had described her with the same clarity and sadness that Belle often used in discussing Rumpel. They had been lonely people, both trying to find a place to hide from the hurt they carried in their hearts.

Even without knowing her, Belle could pick out Anastasia, entirely based on the stories that Will told her. The color of her eyes, that sweet lilt in her voice. She knew the woman as well as any citizen in Storybrooke.

So on spying her at the docks, Belle pushed her way through the crowd to reach her. "Anastasia?"