Emma stood on the boat, ignoring the chill as she toyed with the ring on the chain round her neck. She stared determinedly ahead, focused on her goal - finding him. Occasionally the others spoke in hushed tones but she paid them no attention. The boat moved eerily smooth across the water, they had barely jerked as the boat set off from the shore. Rumplestilskin watching them, his face unreadable. At one point her father reached out and squeezed her shoulder, a gesture of affection and support, she threw him a tense tight lipped smile before staring back forward.
After a few minutes of soundlessly moving across the water Emma broke out of her trance and looked around. The boat was wooden, it had no motor and no one was rowing. The fog was pressed in tight around them and nothing could be seen in any direction around them. While she looked around Henry caught her gaze. She did her best to give him a reassuring smile, his smile in return was full of hope. She clutched the ring again subconsciously and turned to face the front. She fretted about what they were going to face, how they were going to find him, and most of all how he would be when they found him. A cold feeling of dread sunk inside her at the thought of losing him again. She had seen him die 3 times already. She couldn't do it again, but was willing to chance it, for love. Doubts started to bubble in her mind, could she do this? What happens if he left her again?
She was interrupted from her deep troubling thoughts by Henry softly calling 'Mom' she looked up to see two torches burning and growing closer. The boat aiming in between them.
She lifted the ring to her lips and thought to herself, he has never left her before, which pushed the doubts away and brought a small smile to her lips. She was going to find him, she was going to love him.
