Ever since Neal died, the weather had been gloomier out, the rain fell from the sky, hitting the window furiously. It was like the town itself was mourning for the awful loss of him. The days became duller, longer and the more Emma stared out the window, the more pain she felt. She should be out there, looking for Zelena, that witch, oh that witch. The urge Emma felt to grasp Zelenas' neck with her hands and squeeze until there was no more life inside her was too great. So great, Emma almost felt insane. But staring out that window, Emma was left only to her thoughts.

The funeral was emotional enough, but having to say her final goodbyes to Neal, her Neal, was a sadness so great, she felt her breathing become increasingly rapid. God, she probably sounded like a blubbering idiot, but Emma paid no attention to how she sounded, only to what she said.

I'll love you forever. I hope you find your happiness wherever you are. Watch over us.

She tried to stay strong for Henry and her parents. She couldn't break down now, not when they still needed to find Zelena. They last thing anyone needed was for more weight on their already burdened shoulders. So she closed her eyes and swallowed the tears. There were to be spilled another day.

Emma felt herself wake from her thoughts as the door opened with a soft click. Slowly, she turned, her mind and eyes alert.

She saw no one.

Lifting her foot ever so slightly, she stepped forward and cringed as the floor creaked. She tried to make long strides across the kitchen, but even that made the floor groan under her weight.

Dammit, Emma thought, frustrated.

Passing the door, she grabbed an umbrella out of the open closet. No doubt an umbrella would be an effective weapon, of course. Emma turned and lifted the fearsome umbrella over her head and -

Stopped dead in her tracks.

Snow spun around, her purse flying from her side and back. She raised an eyebrow at the sight of her daughter ready to attack her with an umbrella.

Emmas' arms fell limp to her sides. "What the hell?!"

Snow straightened herself, her round, pregnant stomach sticking out. "Uh... hello Emma."

Her cheeks were pink from embarrassment and her eyes wide with worry. Emma studied her face curiously. Snow was hiding something and she knew it. Didn't matter. She couldn't hide anything. Emma had her super power.

"Why did you just sneak in here?" she asked, slowly, making sure her mom caught every word.

Snow paused. "I didn't want to disturb you." There a slight sadness to her voice, a pain she knew too well.

Emma crossed her arms, aware of the conversation that was about to take place. "I don't want to talk about Neal."

Her mother stepped closer to her daughter and placed her soft, delicate hands on her face. Sadness washed over the blonde's expression. "I know that losing Neal is hard. It's been hard on all of us." She tilted her head. "No one wants to see you like this."

Emma shut her eyes, tears threatening to escape. No. She couldn't. Not now.

They stood there in silence until they heard Snow's phone go off. She reached in her pocket to check it, then stuffed it back in quickly.

Too quickly.

"Who was that?" Emma asked.

Snow chuckled and shook her head. "No one. You should get some rest. Henry's gonna be with Regina for another hour, you get some sleep while you can."

Emma's eyes narrowed. "That was David, wasn't it?"

"You should really get some rest," Snow persisted. There was desperation in her voice.

"They've found out something about Zelena, haven't they?"

Her mom hung her head and shrugged, knowing there was no point in arguing with her daughter. "They're by the toll bridge. Go."

And before she knew it, Emma was gone.

Charming was getting tired of watching Hook do nothing, but search under the bridge for that mysterious powder Ruby had been talking about. Was it green?... Or red? He couldn't remember, she'd been in such a hurry. Hook ordered him to stand guard while he searched, but it seemed all he was doing tripping and finding nothing. The pirate was acting strange today, which Charming was surprised he found that unusual, but it was a different kind of strange. Almost like he was... tired. Was he losing sleep? The prince dared not ask, for it wasn't his business after all. Hook was definitely making himself feel more welcome. Popping by out of the blue to say "Hello", having conversations with them at Granny's and so on.

Does he think by being nicer to us he can get Emma now that Neal's gone? Charming thought to himself.

He shook his head, trying to remember the task at hand. The powder. Right. He sighed. What if Ruby imagined it? It was possible, and if so they had just wasted an hour of their time they could be looking for Zelena.

Hook walked out from under the bridge, his back straight and poised as if he accomplished something, but Charming knew otherwise.

"Well, mate," Hook said. "Looks like your wolf lied... or it's gone."

"Red wouldn't lie," Charming retorted.

"Nonetheless, we now know there's a mysterious powder," Hook analyzed, studying the bridge. "But what it's being used for, that is the real question."

"Well, we should at least check the house where the witch was before," the prince suggested.

"Aye, but mate," the pirate shook his head. "Why would she still be there? She's a clever witch, one who's content on covering her tracks."

"I still think - " Charming started before he was interrupted by a woman's voice.

"Hey!"

The two men turned to see Emma running towards them, slightly out of breath. Her hair was mangled and damp from the light rain and her cheeks red from the cold.

Hook was happy to see her, but David looked more shocked.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he asked, sounding quite angry. "You should be at home resting."

"Resting for what?" Emma said between pants. "I came to help you find Zelena, now whether you like it or not is not going to stop me so get used to it."

He glanced at Hook who shrugged. "I say let her."

David threw him a venomous look, which he totally ignored.

"Right, so..." Emma said. "Where now?"

"Your father has suggested going to the witch's house," Hook replied. "Assuming she's still there."

She nodded. "Okay. Let's go."

The house wasn't to far from where they were already. When the got their, Emma could sense the men becoming tense. Charming pulled out his sword and Hook's good hand lay, resting on the hilt of his dagger. Emma had left the apartment in such a rush, she had forgotten to bring her gun.

I guess I'll have to depend on the men to keep me safe, Emma thought. She shuddered. She despised being protected by men. She could defend herself. Well, obviously not now.

When they reached they door of the old farmhouse Charming held his hand up, signaling for them to be quiet. He pressed his ear against the door, but he heard no sounds. Still clutching his sword (now even more so) he held the cold doorknob and turned it, expecting it to be locked.

It wasn't.

The door flung open and all they saw was what they've seen before. Nothing had changed. Every book was still there, every bottle remained, it looked like nothing had been touched.

"Nothing here, let's go," Emma said.

"Ah, I wouldn't be too sure, love," Hook said, his hand placed on the side of a silver water pitcher. "It's still cold."

"So she's been here recently," Charming asked, suspicious.

"Perhaps... or perhaps not," Hook implied.

The prince paused. "What are you saying?"

"Well, " he said, picking up the pitcher and examining it. "Anyone could just come in here and have some water, doesn't mean it's a witch."

The men analyzed the situation more while Emma looked around some more. She spotted some boots and around the edges was mud and dirt. It had been muddy out, she could have been anywhere, but in the mud had strands of wet grass which could mean the forest. Strange. A witch that cunning would cover her tracks. It was almost as if -

"She wants us to find her," Emma said, softly.

The men turned around. "What?" the pirate asked.

"It's just... the pitcher, these boots caked in mud and grass, it's like she wants us to find her!" Emma exclaimed.

"So - " David started, but was cut off by a piercing scream from outside.

The three of them ran outside to see a young woman with her face in the mud, collapsed.

Who was this lady? And why was she here?