Henry was thrilled to be spending some alone time with his grandpa, the past few months had been a mess, between all the dramas his mother had been taking care of, and the constant attention his new born uncle had demanded from everyone, he had been feeling a bit left out. Before now, he was the baby of the group and although he loved his uncle to pieces. It was good to finally have David to himself, like the memories in his head.

A Frisbee in hand, Henry walked a faster pace than David, determination fuelling his steps. His mother has told him to take it easy, reminding him of how little sleep David must have been having lately.

It's nice playing with someone who has two hands" Henry joked as the pair of them threw the Frisbee back and forward.

David shook his head half way, chuckling to himself as he put one foot behind him, thrusting the disc into the air.

"Other than that he's a good guy right?" He asked Henry, who shrugged jumping up to catch this frisbee that hurdles towards him, his shirt lunged up in the process, the cold air hitting his bare skin and causing him to shiver.

"Yeah, I guess" Henry shrugged, jumping up to toss the Frisbee. David caught it with one hand, holding it still as he wanted to talk to Henry some more.

"You don't like him anymore?" He asked, catching his breath.

"I like him, I really do. It's just my mom. I've never seen her like this before." He explained with a small sincere smile. "She's all girly, and shy and it's weird."

David laughed, he knew what Henry meant. He had noticed it too. Ever since things had started to calm down it was like Emma had let her guard down a little, especially when Hook was around her. She would hum while making breakfast, sing in the shower and declare how much she loved her family members. It was almost scary how different she was being, totally uncharacteristically un-Emma.

"She's in love, it will pass. Soon she'll be the mother you know and love. You'll see." He promised, spreading his legs apart and tossing the you through them. He was trying to impress his grandson but unfortunately the plastic disc fell straight to the ground, laying in the damp grass. "I thought it was going to warm up a bit." Henry complained, rubbing his hands up and down his shivering arms. David grabbed the Frisbee, and walked over to Henry quickly.

"Maybe we should head indoors, don't want you catching a chill out here." He suggested, placing a hand on Henry's back.

"Yeah okay" Henry nodded, walking back towards the car they'd come in.

A mess of blonde hair met the corner of Henry's eye. He turned in a flash, he hadn't seen the girl before, and she didn't look much older than he was. He was intrigued, almost mesmerised, who was she? And why hadn't they seen her before? It didn't make any sense. He knew everyone in Storybrooke didn't he? He thought he did. Henry tapped David's arm, pointing over to the girl who was running off between the trees, she was dressed head to toe in black, it might have been leather but Henry wasn't so sure. She was too far away to get a proper glimpse. "Grandpa, do we know who she is?" He asked, pointing over at her before she disappeared completely. David squinted his eyes, trying to get a better view, he only saw her for a few seconds until she was completely out of their sights. "I have no idea." He admitted, ushering Henry back to their car. He mightn't know who she was, but he was going to find out. If history taught him anything, surprises weren't always a good thing.

"So she was running away? From what?" Emma asked her father back at the apartment. Henry and David had quickly filled her in on what they'd seen down at the park. She hadn't yet mentioned her encounter with Regina that morning, and she was starting to think maybe it was a conversation best left for later. "Yeah, she was fast too. The only thing we did get a good look at was her hair." He told her, taking a seat beside his wife who was in the middle of nursing his new born bundle of joy. "Let me guess, blonde hair?" She asked, looking over toward Killian, who was thinking the same thing she was. They had been doing a lot of that lately.

"You know her?" Henry asked, stepping out of his boots, kicking them towards the front door. Emma gave him a disapproving look, if he had been any other kid he would have probably rolled his eyes at her, but he wasn't and he didn't.

"No, I saw her though, this morning through a window."

Killian nodded his head, "We cannot recall who she may be."

"Maybe we should go and look for her, she could be...lost." She was going to say dangerous, everyone looked at her confused by her new maternal instinct; she had been like that for days, always wanting to help people, insisting on making sure everyone was alright. Especially Henry, and he would never say it aloud, but he was most definitely getting sick of all the attention. She was smothering him, it just so wasn't her.

"I'll come with you." David offered, reaching for his jacket. Killian was already at the door, he knew the drill. When Emma wanted to do something, she would stop at nothing to get her own way, it was one of the things he loved about her.

"Thanks Dad" She smiled, walking out of the apartment, leading the two men behind her. They walked down the stairs, the two men sharing a knowing glance behind her back, this was so typically Emma, rushing off into the cold to discover whatever was out there. Unknown to both men, their trains of thought weren't too far from each others. They were both thinking of how well she would fit in back home, it was no secret that she could take care of herself.

"Right, so we'll start in the park okay? David, you can show us where you last saw her." She instructed the pair of them, taking her keys to the driver's side of her car.

There was no sight of her in the park, Emma looked high and low, she looked in trees and behind bushes, but she was nowhere to be seen. She was sure the girl couldn't have gotten too far, Storybrooke wasn't too big of a place, and maybe some of the other residence had seen her. She didn't know why, but she just had to find this girl. Either she was dangerous and they needed to figure that out, or she was lost and confused and they had to find out where she came from and why she was here. Either one, Emma needed to figure it out and quickly.