"Swan!" A voice yells for her. "Up an at 'em! You're being released today!" the female guard says as she opened Emma's cell. But Emma is already awake. She didn't sleep at all, in fact. All that she could think about last night was being released... and then having nowhere to go.

The guard takes her by the elbow and leads her to get her personal effects, which really isn't much. Just the clothes she came in, and the car keys that bastard Neal had been so kind to send to her.

She changes out of her uniform in the bathroom and gets a look at herself in the mirror. She looks so different. She's broken. Empty.

Emma leaves the bathroom and gave her uniform back before opening the door to the world that she hadn't been apart of for eleven months.

Emotion fills her when she thinks of the baby- her son. She often wonders if it was right to give him up, but here, standing on the steps of the jail, she doesn't have the faintest clue what she would've done with a baby in her arms.

She makes her way through the parking lot, hoping that a bus stop will be nearby. But she stops dead in her tracks when she sees it. The little yellow Volkswagen bug. She carefully makes her way toward it and opens the door. In the driver's seat is a yellow parcel. She's surprised when she opens it to find a considerable amount of cash. There's also a note. It's written sloppily on a ripped piece of notebook paper and it says: FROM THE WATCHES.

3 years later

Killian sighs and rubs his eyes in an effort to wipe away the tiredness of a long day on the set. He can't wait to see his son because he's had to work long nights but he can finally rest for a moment now that the filming has wrapped.

"Milah!" he calls as he enters the house. He hasn't spoken to his wife as much either, but he has chosen to ignore her distant behavior. He walks up the stairs and down the hall to their bedroom. He pops his head in and she freezes. There is a suitcase on the bed and it's nearly full, with only a few possessions yet to be packed scattered on the bedspread. "What is this?" he asks, trying to keep his voice from breaking with emotion. He already knows.

"I'm leaving you, Killian." She waits for a response, but he just stares at her blankly, so she continues. "I met someone."

His jaw clenches visibly and he asks, "Who?"

"Graham."

Graham. Graham, his costar.

"When did it start?" he asks, trying to keep from letting all of his anger and sadness out at once.

"Six months ago."

"And what about Henry?" he asks, his voice rising with anger.

"Killian, Henry was supposed to save us, but we just don't work anymore. You're a great father, but I was never supposed to be a mother." She pauses for a moment, then adds, "Besides, you adopted him, not me." Milah is too ashamed to even look at him, forcing her eyes downward .

"Get out!" he screams at her, making her jump. He's crying. She hastily packs her last few items and makes her way for the bedroom door. He stops her, placing both of his hands forcefully on her cheeks. He winces for a moment as he realizes that she is terrified. She must know that he would never harm her? His brow furrows and he hugs her. "Don't you ever come back. Not for anything, not ever. And you've lost all right to ever my son again.

They break the hug, and she nods, crying even more. He stands still and waits for the front door to open and close before screaming and throwing the first thing his hand finds at the opposite wall. It's a lamp.

It takes him a second to realize that Henry has been crying and he rushes to his room and scoops him up and out of his bed and into his arms. "Shh, Henry it's alright," he whispers. "Daddy loves you so much."

Present Day, 7 years afterward

"What?" is all Emma can say.

"Ms. Swan, I am sorry, but in light of your criminal record, we cannot continue to employ you here."

"What?! I've been here for five years working my ass off and being the best person here! You said yourself there isn't a perp out there I can't find, and you're letting me go because of a technicality?!"

"Ms. Swan, it is actually a legality, so yes we have to let you go, effective immediately. Please turn in your weapon."

Emma angrily digs her gun out of her waistband and throws it down on Regina's desk.

She gets home and slams the door behind her. She takes a good look around at her apartment. It is the best one she's had yet, and now she won't be able to pay the rent next month.

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"Henry, I'm home!" Killian calls as he looks at his watch. 5:36pm. He is surprised that he managed to get home at a reasonable hour.

"Hey dad," Henry says as he walks into the kitchen of their spacious apartment, "you're home early."

"That I am," he says happily. "Where's Annabel?" he asks, inquiring about Henry's nanny.

"Oh, she left a few minutes ago after you texted her. She told me to give you this." Henry handed his father a folded piece of paper. Killian opened it and read the words carefully. " So, what does it say?" Henry wondered.

"Well, it says that she has to quit because she found out that her and her fiancé are going to have a baby."

"Isn't she too young to have a baby?"

Killian chuckles. "She's twenty-five, Henry, she can do what she wants. But now you need a new nanny."

Henry shrugs. "Hey, can we go out to eat? You know, since you're home early."

"I don't know, Henry. We're in New York."

"You're not worried about photographers, are you? What's the worst that can happen, them taking a photo of you taking me out to eat? Come on, dad, it'll be fun."

Killian gives in, and he smiles as he watches Henry race toward the door. "Not so fast!"

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"Dad?" Henry asks on the car ride home.

" Yes?"

"Do you ever wonder who my birth mom is?"

"On occasion, why?" Killian knew Henry would ask about this at some point, but he hoped he had more time.

"Well, what if we could find her?"

"Henry, I'm sorry but it was a closed adoption, your mother didn't want any contact with you."

She's getting it anyway, Henry thought to himself mischievously.

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