All she had been doing was sorting papers. It was a simple task, menial, not worth much, if any of her attention.

And then damn things had to go and give her a paper cut.

Henry laughed up and down the Sheriff's office as his mother tried to find a band-aid, swearing to high heaven and generally making him laugh even harder. The Sheriff glared at him as she sucked her injured digit, making her look like a very hurt puppy, causing him laugh all the more.

If anyone in town—no, if Regina could see her in a moment like this, coddling an injured finger, no one would ever take her seriously again.

The savior of Fairytale World, defeated by a mere paper cut.

But here she was, injured but whole, in the only place that felt like home.

With her son.

Happy.

Paper cuts and all.