Henry sat at his booth staring at the hot coco that was no longer hot, he looked at the clock, it was late and Regina would kill him. He was meant to be home an hour ago, but he had to wait for Emma, he wanted to show her the story he wrote, it was about her but he wouldn't let her in on that little secret just yet. He looked at the clock, it said 9.15, and he was worried. The bell above the door rang out and he turned round with his hopes high, he couldn't wait to see her. It wasn't Emma.

"Henry, what are doing here? Your mum is so worried about you, she had me patrolling the streets." Said the sheriff in a voice which calmed henrys nerves and made his hopes rise again.

"Emma, she's worried about me?" the smile creeping across his face as he said it.

Graham looked confused, "No Henry, Regina, now come on I'll drive you home."

"No! I'm not leaving until I see Emma, where is she?" the boy was becoming increasingly distressed and Graham who could see this, as could the rest of granny's could hear his voice shaking.

"Henry, Henry, calm down, what are you talking about?"

"I was meant to meet Emma here for coco at eight o clock but she hasn't turned up, and she wouldn't forget I know she wouldn't, graham something's wrong I know it is"

"Hey kid it's alright, I'll ring her, I'm sure she's fine. She probably went home after she got back from a call out" graham said trying to reassure the boy.

"No Emma's not home, I was coming to find you actually to see if you knew where she was", said the sweet voice.

Graham turned around to see Mary Margret wrapped up in about ten scarfs. Graham couldn't hide the worry on his face any longer and Mary Margret could see it.

"Why don't I take Henry home, and you can check the office" she said nodding, she took Henry's hand and practically dragged him out of granny's and piled him into Emma's beetle that they now shared. As soon as they were out of site, graham ran to his patrol car and flicked on all the lights and sirens and drove as fast as he could to the forest. As he drove up the dirt track his head lights fell onto the other patrol car that Emma had taken. He practically tripped out of the car he was in such a frantic rush. He was so worried, but he couldn't explain why.

"EMMA?" he shouted it over and over. He grabbed his torch out of his car and ran into the woods, he could feel something was wrong, he knew she needed help and he kept moving forward, stopping every few meters to listen, for any sound or sign she was close. His shouts echoed off every tree. He was deep in the forest now and still no sign.

He walked further, until his foot fell on something that didn't feel like a twig, he lifted it slowly and shone his torch down and a little black rectangle came into view, he picked up the plastic box and realised it was a cell phone. It was Emma's cell phone. His heart was in his mouth.