She didn't understand how something made from such a large, magical tree could fit so few people. Snow White paced the floor in front of the wardrobe, her nightgown trailing lightly across the golden tile. She ought to be sleeping, she knew, though it wasn't as if she hadn't tried. She'd laid next to Charming for hours listening to the gentle sound of his breathing. The noise usually lulled her to sleep, but that night it only served to keep her awake. How could she sleep when, after tomorrow, she couldn't be sure that she would ever lie beside him again? Never hear him breathe or speak another word or feel the warmth of his skin on hers or be on the receiving end of his smile? How could she bear to sleep when she would be leaving her entire life and everyone in it in a matter of hours and traveling to a land completely foreign to her? She placed a hand on her ever-expanding stomach to calm herself.

Snow very much wanted to feel pity for herself, and somewhere deep inside she did. But most of her pity was for Regina. She was a woman without love and in enough pain to take it away from everyone else. No matter what her curse did, it wouldn't change that fact. She thought of the bright-eyed young woman Regina had been when they'd first met; how quick to smile she'd been, or to speak a kind word. She thought about how a mistake on her end had cost Regina those smiles and kind words and replaced them only with hatred and anger. That hatred and anger had taken root within her and manifested itself now on the whole kingdom as an impending curse.

Snow sighed softly and slowed her steps until she stood facing the small wardrobe. She reached out a hand to caress the light colored wood of the doors, and replayed the Blue Fairy's words over in her mind. Two people. Only two people. She'd felt hope then, when'd she first heard them. Her entire body brightened and the fog the news of the curse had lowered on them all began to clear. She and Charming could be together, away from Regina and her curse. They could raise their daughter in a new land free of anyone trying to kill her and perhaps, with her and Charming gone, Regina would have no reason to enact the curse. The happiness that had bloomed inside her must have blossomed into a full grown smile on her face because the Blue Fairy's gaze turned sad, and even the flap of her wings became pitying.

"Two people," she said again. Her voice, though soft, filled the meeting room. "The baby counts as one, and you the other."

Footsteps jolted her out of her reverie and she quickly turned to face the door, a defensive stance at the ready. Despite all the castle's guards and security measures, she had to be prepared for anything. Instead of Regina or one of her guards, however, Charming stood in front of her. Hair sleep-tousled and eyes still heavy, he gave her a smile that still made her heart race as he walked toward her.

"What are you doing in here?" He asked, though his eyes were drawn to the wardrobe and she knew he shared her worries.

"I could ask that of you. I thought you were sleeping?"

"I was. Until I rolled over and found that my lovely wife wasn't beside me." He smiled, reaching out to take her face in his hands, and when she leaned into him, it was as reflexive as breathing.

"I'm sorry." She apologized. "I'm just...scared." She looked up at him, brown eyes filled with every worry that she couldn't express aloud.

"Don't be," he assured her. "I will always find you." His lips pressed lightly against her own as if to emphasize the deal and a spark ran through her that made her entire body tremble.

Charming pulled away suddenly, immediately alert as he cast his gaze around the room, and she trembled again, though she noticed that she wasn't the only one. The candles she'd lit trembled on the table, the paintings on the walls trembled in their gilded frames, even Charming himself trembled. Her face went ashen.

Something was wrong.