Regina's POV

I couldn't believe Owen got away. He was almost mine. I was so close. I wouldn't accept the failure as my own fault, no it was Graham, he let them get away. I could have had a son. Now, I was back to being lonely, but not for long. I would soon have a child, as the Evil Queen, I knew that if you wanted something, the best thing to do was to take it. That's why I was here, in some random theater, in some random city.

I choose the theater because it's dark and every one's attention is placed on the screen, not to mention the fact that the room is filled with children. Somewhere in this room, was a child that would soon be mine.

Know, I know what you're thinking, why couldn't I just have my own child? Well, the answer is more complicated than not; foolishly, many years ago, I took a potion which prevents me from ever having children of my own, just to spite my mother. Another option you may be wondering about, 'why don't I just adopt a child?' Well, that wouldn't work either. I don't exist to the outside world. I stay in a place called Storybrooke, it's a small town hidden in Maine, no one can leave, except me, and no one can come in, unless I allow them two. Owen and his father were an exception. There was a breach in my barrier, but it's reinforced now. I won't have that problem again.

Sitting in the back of the theater, looking around, I began to search the room. My eyes first landed on a stroller that was parked near the center isle, a sleeping baby was inside, and the mother, was focused on another child at the moment. Her attention solely on cleaning up the spilled juice the little toddler split upon himself. It would be so easy for me to make my way over there, and take the child. Just push the stroller right out of the darkened room. But, alas, I don't wish to have a baby. I'm the mayor, I don't have time to change diapers, or bottle feed, I want a child who can be independent, to a certain extent of course, I also want a child who will depend on me for food, for shelter, for warmth, for love, he or she will never leave, never want to leave.

My eyes landed on a little boy next, he was crawling around on the floor, at first I couldn't tell what he was doing, but after a while, I discovered he was eating popcorn off of the floor. I couldn't tell whom he belonged too, he would also be an easy target to get alone, but could I get him out of the room without him kicking and screaming. I doubt it, but I don't want a child whose gross.

I begin to look around the room again and sighed. Perhaps this would be harder than expected. Some light enters the room and I glance to the right where the the entrance is located. I smile as I watch a group of children walk into the room. I note a tall woman who seem to be in charge of the bunch, she is whispering rather loudly for them all to hurry up and stay together. The movies already started, they are late.

She walks down to the front of the theater close to the screen and the children follow behind. They are all different ages. Some are clearly teens, and I has no interest in a teen. Some are shorter, I assume they are about 12 or 13ish. Some look a bit younger. For some reason I glance back at the door and there stands a little girl, I'm assuming she is with the group, she seems to be the youngest. If I had to guess, I would say 5 or 6 years old.

The light from the movie gives me a good view of her face as she glances around inside the theater, I'm grateful our eyes doen't meet, I don't want anyone to know that I am back here. I suppose the little girl is kindof cute. She has shoulder length blonde hair, It doesn't look properly taken care of, her clothes don't necessarily match, and her shoes are well worn. My guess is that she's not into playing dolls or acting like a princess, like many young girls like to do, if her clothes are anything to go by.

She's just standing there looking in front of her now in the middle isle, instead of joining the others. I follow her line of vision and I see that she is eyeing a candy bar which is sticking out of a ladies pocket. I watch as she tip toes close and closer to the woman until she's within arms reach. She's hesitant at first, almost as if she is comtiplating taking it or not, finally after what seems like forever to me, but has only been a half a second, she pulls it from the woman's pocket and places it in the jean jacket she's wearing. It doesn't hide the candy very well, not at all actually, but from where I'm sitting, everyone's attention is on the movie.

My eyes find the little girl again and surprisingly she's now sitting exactly two rows in front of me. She's simply sitting there. I can barley see her head because she's so tiny. I decide right then and there...

She is going to be my child. If you want something, you take it.