Sitting at her desk, Emma pushed the hair out of her face and scribbled, Archie was a dear friend, on to a piece of post it note. She stared at the yellow note and suddenly anger built up inside her. How could Regina have done this. Mostly she was angry because for once she had trusted Regina, really believed she had changed. All of it was a game though; Regina was still the evil queen. Her heart still like an apple rotten to the core. She was trying to write up what she was going to say when they got around to giving Archie a funeral and failing miserably. Archie had been so good to Henry, how could she say what she felt. She had always been bad with words. A small noise from outside caused her to look around, but she saw nothing and so she returned her eyes to the sheet. Trying to make herself focus. Suddenly, she felt something really heavy hit her head and she blacked out.

Meanwhile at The mayor's house

"Regina darling". Regina froze her hand tightly gripping the half folded shirt she was placing her suit case. She knew that voice, dreaded that voice.

She whirled around, a fresh wave of anger washing over her.

"Mother" she snarled.

Regina turned back to her packing.

"Aren't you going to ask how I got here?" Regina said nothing. "Fine, I will tell you, I found a friend who had a boat and a magic bean. He shared mutual interest in getting to storybrooke, so I hitched a ride." Cora said with a smirk.

"Where are you going?" She asked crossing the room and flinging an already folded pair of paints on to the bed.

"Nowhere" Regina responded, still slightly surprised at her mother's appearance.

"Oh what happened, you can tell me darling" Cora placed an arm over Regina's shoulder only to have it slapped away.

"Regina you need me"

"No, I have never needed you." She spat.

"That's not true darling."

Regina calmly turned to face her mother. "Your right it's not. I did need you once." Her voice turned dark, "But you didn't help me, you broke me." A single tear dropped down her face. She turned back to packing. "Just as I suspect you are trying to do now. I know now that it was you who killed Archie. Why?" The accusation was so calmly delivered that it took Cora a minute to respond.

"Regina you don't need these people, they have never liked you and they never will. Let's go away together." She said softly.

"How?" Regina laughed at the irony. "Things are different here, magic doesn't grow on trees."

"I have enough magic to transport us back to the enchanted forest. "

"What about your friend?" Regina was half considering her mother's offer. Not because she relished being with her mother, but because she wanted to go back to the enchanted forest where she was a queen. A queen people we afraid of.

"Oh he is otherwise occupied and will not be wanting to return." A crafty smile crept onto Cora's face as she turned to look out of the window.