Henry sighed heavily as he thumbed through the thick book in front of him, trying to find the information he needed. The library was deserted, as it always was on a Friday evening, except for Belle, but Henry didn't want to disturb her. He had hoped to get a head start on his school project about the first ogre war, confident in the knowledge that his classmates wouldn't start thinking about it until tomorrow, but the only information he could find about it was stuff he already knew from his storybook: that there had been an ogre war, that children barely older than himself had been sent to fight, and that the Dark One had stopped it. Henry had considered asking his grandfather, Rumplestiltskin, about it but judging by what he'd read in his book, it was going to be a very sensitive issue especially in regards to his father. Henry missed his dad terribly even if he didn't always let it show. He slammed the book shut, irritated.

"Is something wrong?" Belle asked kindly, approaching her step-grandson.

Henry breathed out deeply. "I've got to write an essay on the first ogre war but I can't find any decent information about it. For a war that ran for over fifteen years, you'd think it would be better documented."

"Have you tried asking Rumple?" offered Belle helpfully.

"I don't want to ask grandpa, it would bring up too many bad memories" explained Henry.

Belle thought for a moment. "You know what, I could do some cross referencing on the computer, find you the books that are most relevant."

"You have no idea how helpful that would be" replied Henry as he followed Belle over to the library computer.

Belle typed away, drawing up a small list of books. "There you go" she beamed. "I'll just find them for you."

Henry waited as Belle disappeared amongst the library shelves before returning with a trio of books. "All the information you need should be somewhere in these pages" she said, putting the books down on the desk.

Henry looked at the pile of books. "Thanks, you mind if I check them out for the weekend?"

"Not at all" smiled Belle. "Just let me scan them and they are all yours!"

With the books in his backpack, Henry bid goodbye to Belle and left the library, his walk home taking longer due to the added weight he was carrying. He arrived at the new apartment he shared with his mom and took the key out of his pocket. Turning it in the lock, he opened the front door and stepped inside, immediately noticing the black leather jacket hanging on the coat peg. "Hi Mom! Hi Killian!" he called out.

There was a scrabbling sound before Emma emerged from her bedroom, blouse buttoned unevenly, quickly closing the door behind her and looking flustered. "I thought you were going to Regina's straight after school? What are you doing here?"

"I just needed to grab some stuff for the weekend" answered Henry, avoiding eye contact with Emma and taking his schoolbag with him to his bedroom.

"Right, well…..uh….you go and grab your things and…..um…..have fun at Regina's!" Emma could feel herself blushing as Henry went into his room. She didn't want to give Henry the dreaded facts of life speech. That was something she was happy to leave for a few more years or preferably forever.

Henry re-emerged from his room with his schoolbag slung over his shoulder. "See you Monday!" he called out, declining Emma's offer to drive him to Regina's. He wanted to get out of the apartment as quick as possible to avoid thinking about what he'd just interrupted between his mom and Killian.

Meanwhile at Regina's house, Robin was struggling to get his baby daughter to sleep in the living room as Regina cooked dinner in the kitchen. No matter what he tried, Ivy was not going to sleep and continued to bawl at the top of her lungs.

"Daddy! Daddy! Look what I drew!" exclaimed Roland as he came running in. He proudly tried to show his father his newly created picture.

"That's lovely, Roland" said Robin, glancing momentarily at the crudely drawn illustration. "Why don't you go and ask Regina to put it on the fridge?" Robin regretted not being able to give Roland the attention he deserved, but with Ivy currently screaming in his ear, he had no choice but to focus on her.

Regina had just put the lasagne in the oven, when Roland came charging into the kitchen. "Daddy says you have to put my picture on the fridge!" he proclaimed, thrusting the drawing at Regina. "See, that's me, that's daddy, that's Ivy and that's you!"

Regina didn't know whether to feel flattered or offended at Roland's picture, especially as he had used the biggest circle for her body and given her bright red lips which made her look like a clown, but she told him it was great and he happily skipped out the room. The doorbell rang and Regina answered it to find her son stood there sweating. "Why the hell didn't Emma drive you?"

"It's okay" panted Henry. "She was busy. She offered but I told her I'd walk."

"Well next time, take her up on her offer" admonished Regina, stepping aside to let Henry in. "Put your bag in your room, dinner will be ready soon."

Henry trudged up the stairs and gladly put his bag down in his old bedroom, he'd underestimated the distance between both his moms' houses. He emptied his schoolbag of the three library books plus his storybook, setting them in a pile on his bedside table. He collapsed onto the bed and kicked off his shoes, the sound of Ivy's screaming still audible.

Eventually, Robin managed to get his daughter to sleep. As he put her in her crib, he smiled at how angelic she looked. He tiptoed out her bedroom and back downstairs to where his family were finishing their dinners. Robin joined them and began consuming his plate of lasagne.

"Is Ivy asleep?" questioned Regina, almost whispering in case the baby suddenly woke up.

"She should be down for a few hours" answered Robin. "Or at least here's hoping. I think she might be teething."

"I'll drop by the pharmacy in the morning, see if Sneezy has anything in stock. It's been so long since I had to deal with something like this, I'd forgotten what it was like." Regina smiled lovingly at Henry who smiled awkwardly back.

"Daddy, can you read me a bedtime story, pretty please?" pleaded Roland.

"Of course I will. In fact, I'll read you two!" promised Robin. "Go and get ready for bed, I'll be up in a minute."

Roland cheered as he scrambled off his chair and up the stairs.

Robin continued to eat his meal. "So, Henry, how's school?" he asked, trying to make conversation.

"Fine" shrugged Henry. "I've got a school project on the first ogre war to do."

Robin looked surprised. "Bit of a grim subject, isn't it?"

Before Henry could answer, Regina interrupted. "The town council thought the children of Storybrooke should learn about Enchanted Forest history. It was inevitable that the Ogre Wars were going to come up."

"The council could've picked a less bloody war for the kids to learn about" remarked Robin.

Henry chimed in. "Grandma says that it's actually a good subject for eighth graders to learn about since it was kids our age that were sent to fight. She says it actually gives the scale of it some perspective."

"As much as I don't want to agree with Snow, she's right on this point." admitted Regina. "Teaching kids about the mistakes of the past will help prevent them repeating those same mistakes in the future."

Robin scoffed. "We're hardly going to have an ogre war in Storybrooke!"

Regina raised an eyebrow. "We've had two curses, an angry giant, my mother, Pan, my sister, two ice queens, a spell of shattered sight, a chernabog, a dragon, the dragon's mother, Rumplestiltskin, the author, Emma going dark, and a whole host of other things. What makes you think ogres are beyond the realm of possibility?"

Robin averted his gaze. "Okay, point taken. I just think it's a bit unnecessary, that's all."

Regina was about to respond when the sound of Ivy crying could be heard over the baby monitor. "I'll go" said Regina. "Roland is waiting for you to read him some stories."

Robin followed after Regina leaving Henry alone. Henry decided to clear the table, it was his home too and he didn't want to be made to feel like a guest. After stacking the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, Henry went upstairs. On the way to his bedroom, he passed by Roland's room and glanced inside. He spotted Roland lying in bed entranced as his father read him a story about a flying elephant. Hurrying into his own bedroom and shutting the door, Henry felt a pang of longing. He knew he was being silly, he was too old for bedtime stories, he just wished he'd gotten the chance to have what Roland had with Robin with his own dad. He wished he'd had more time to get to know his dad, from meeting him in Manhattan to having to say goodbye at the town line. His dad had said that he would see him again, but it never happened. His dad died and Henry never got to say a final goodbye. Fighting back tears, Henry grabbed his storybook and turned to the page depicting his father as a boy. Henry wanted his dad, he wanted to celebrate father's day and do all the things that a father and son do together, most of all he just wanted to talk to his father. That's when Henry had an idea, and the more he thought about it, the more a plan began to form in his mind. He couldn't bring back the dead, it was against the laws of magic and it didn't end well with Daniel, however, there was no reason why he couldn't talk to the dead. All he needed was the right equipment.