I just had to write this. I hope that they'll bring him back but I'm not holding my breath.

I have no idea where I am going with this.

Enjoy...

It had been exactly two days since Graham's funeral.

Henry's real mother had been the only dry eye at the gravesite as the sheriff's coffin was lowered into the dewy ground. Jiminy whispered that it was shock but Henry thought it was heartbreak.

Graham had confessed that he kissed her and Henry knew from just looking at her, that Graham had given her true love's first kiss.

Regina had put an elaborate spray of a dozen red roses on his coffin while Emma guided by Mary Margaret laid a single white rose among the gaudy red.

The crowd had dispersed and Henry has been forced away barely able to wave at Emma goodbye. Not that it made a difference in her shocked state. Mary took a hold of her and she was led away shrinking into herself like a puppet with its strings cut off.

Later that night Henry swallowed the lump in his throat and he picked up his fairy tale book. He read it carefully cover to cover looking for a way to give his mother a happy ending but the book was useless. Even magic couldn't bring back the dead.

Henry set the book aside angry that he'd put Graham in danger. He was angry that he had not been able to warn them or help the huntsman more and that the Queen had killed the only chance his mother would have to be happy.

Unless she succeeded and she finished the battle but even with that Henry wasn't sure if Graham would be alive in the enchanted forest.

Exhausted he went to sleep and for the first time he didn't dream of a better place.

Instead he had nightmares that the other world didn't exist and that this was really all there was. He dreamt of Emma leaving and Snow and Charming living apart and miserable for the rest of their lives and him alone with no one but the Queen as company.

"Henry…Henry… find me…"

Henry woke up with a start at the sound but there was no one in the room but himself. He turned in an attempt to try to sleep but a bright light caught his attention. He hadn't slept with a nightlight since he was four and the curiosity to find the source of the light pulled him from his bed.

The source was easy to find in the otherwise dark room and he was very surprised to see that it came from his book. Excitement coursed through his veins as he began to flip through the pages until his hand stopped on the glowing one.

It was the picture he'd shown Graham two days ago but it had changed. The wolf and forest were there like before thought they were muted but much more detailed than they had been before but that wasn't what made him gasp in shock.

The huntsman stood out in sharp relief then something strange happened. The figure began to brighten and fill in as if some invisible hand was drawing in its features. The features morphed until it was so obvious who it was, that the illustration could have been a photograph.

Graham waved his hand and walked over to the tree that the wolf had been blocking. The picture moved and focused on the tree. "You're in the enchanted forest, aren't you?" Henry asked.

The illustrated figure nodded and then he moved out the way so as to show the message he'd carved on the tree. "Take me to Emma." Henry read out loud.

Henry closed the book with a snap and the light faded by the time he'd put on shoes. He slipped out to the staircase and descended as quietly as he could. He was halfway to front door when it dawned on him that he couldn't leave the house at three in the morning.

She would know for sure and that could put Operation Cobra in jeopardy and he couldn't risk that no matter how badly he wanted Emma to know about Graham. Defeated he went back to bed but before he set foot on the stairs he thought of his teacher. He could call Mary Margaret and get her to come to him instead.

Mary was more than a little groggy as she shuffled into her kitchen and picked up the phone. "Hello?"

"You have to come here." Henry's voice said in a rush. "Graham is here and he needs to talk to my mom…um to Emma right away. I can't leave cause then the Queen will know that he's back and she'll find a way to make him go away for sure."

"Henry, Graham is gone. He was buried a few days ago remember?"

"Yeah but that was only here in this land. He was sent back to the enchanted forest and the only way to see him is in the book or until mom breaks the spell. He was just talking to me right now."

"Oh Henry. I wish that were true…"

"But it is true. Please believe me, if you come you can see it for yourself but you have to hurry I don't know how much longer he can be there."

Mary Margaret sighed but promised to drive over there as soon as she got dressed. Thankfully she got there less than ten minutes later and he was waiting at the front door to hand her the book. "Don't look until Emma's gotten the message."

Mary Margaret nodded and went home sure that Henry was becoming unhealthily occupied with this curse thing. She was going to have to talk to Emma and Archie as soon as she got a chance. This kind of thing could really hurt him if left unchecked.

Mary closed the front door behind her and debated whether she should bother Emma with this right now. The other woman hadn't been sleeping well and had woken Mary several times screaming for Graham to wake up, and this new delusion wouldn't help to make her feel better.

She put the book on the counter ready to go back to bed and sleep as much as she could before getting ready for school in the morning but for some reason Henry's anxious little face came to her mind.

She took a deep breath and picked up the book and approached the room where Emma was. Hoping that she wasn't making a horrible mistake, she entered, turned on the light and tapped the sleeping woman softly, "Emma, wake up. I need you to wake up."

Emma rolled and turned to her supposed mother. "Whatssamatter?"

"Here." She said and handed the book to Emma. "Henry called me right now." Seeing the look of alarm on Emma's face she tried to explain herself better. "He's fine but he said you needed to see this right away and I just couldn't say no."

"He called you at three in the morning because I needed to see his storybook?" Emma asked confused.

"He said it's about Graham." Mary Margaret opened the book to the page Henry had instructed her to and left Emma alone with it. She was in the kitchen about to make coffee when she heard the thump of the book and then the unmistakable sound of a body dropping to the ground.

She rushed back up the stairs and found Emma sitting on the floor with the book facedown beside her. Terrified Mary Margaret ran to her side and shook her. "Emma, are you ok? What happened?"

Emma snapped out of the trance she'd been in and pointed shakily to the book. "Read it."

Mary pulled it to her and turned it right side up. There on the page next to a figure that looked remarkably like the former sheriff was a tree with a message marked on it. "Emma, I remembered. Don't let her win. Don't let Regina win."

"Graham?" Mary Margaret said and touched the illustration then the figure vanished.

"Graham is alive," Emma said then began to cry.