Emma Swan walked through the mirrored room dazed. Stopping the Dark Swan looked at her reflection confused, her hair was tumbling down her back in curls just like it had a year ago she was still dressed in the tight glossy leather pants and leather jacket it look odd her bright complexion clashing hideously with the darkness of her clothes. Emma scowled at herself in the mirror, she hated the person she had become; a monster. She had thrown away everything she held dear Henry, Killian, her family and friends, she longed for a party in Granny's hook by her side Henry with his book and her parents with Neal. She longed to visit Neal's grave with her son to cry over heartache, she longed to feel anything something that was worth feeling.