"You little rat!" Emma spat at Pan has he tied her up to a huge tree. Emma continued to fight against the restraint holding her to the gigantic tree. "What do you need me to do to get out of here hmm?" Emma said sarcastically.
"Haha oh Emma it isn't as simple as that. See it's not what I need it's what I need. Your son has the heart of the true believer and you have no Idea how long I've been waiting for his heart." Pan said with a devilish smile spread across his childish face.
"You're never going to touch my son!" Emma screamed struggling to free herself from the vine that held her close to the tree.
Peter slowly walked up to Emma and got so close to her face their lips were almost touching. Peter looked into Emma's eyes so deeply she could feel the burning within him. "Now Emma all I need you to do is sit here and look pretty, attract that little son of yours back to you. It seemed to work back in Storybrooke."
Emma sat quietly and looked away from Pan before he could see the tear about to escape her eye. She couldn't lose Henry, especially to Pan. Emma watched as he walked away back into the dark forest where he and the lost boys would dance around the fire all night. She tried to think of every single way to escape but nothing worked, not even the magic Regina had taught her. Becoming frustrated Emma stopped and laid her head against the bark of the tree and thought and hoped that Neal, Hook, Regina, and Mr. Gold would find Henry before it was too late.