"Hey, Mayor Mills." Henry greets with his perfect smile, but I noticed the flare within Regina's eyes died as soon as she noticed Henry's passive voice as he spoke with her. I felt my lips drag down as I saw Regina's fingers twitch as she wrapped them behind her trying to keep her face steady. But, I couldn't focus on Regina once I noticed Jane behind Henry, peeking her head out to see who was at the door.
"Is Em-is your mother home?" Regina asks with a forced, bitter smile not wanting to seem strange. Henry nodded, glancing to Aurora and I before disappearing into the room. I noticed Jane didn't follow him back, and that's who I could stare at. I felt Aurora's fingers tighten around my hand as she noticed Jane staring at us, with a grin.
I knew that grin. It was her curious grin when she was intrigued with something and wanted to know more about it. And judging by her countenance, she wanted to know why we were here. Or something along those lines. I waved a little hello before I noticed Jane getting shy and escaping behind the comfort of the door.
Suddenly, the door creaked open all the way as the blonde woman stood with confidence. Emma was wearing a white tank top and some nicely fitted jeans as she stood holding onto the door. Regina and Emma's eyes met with such intensity that I felt Aurora and I were out of place all of a sudden.
I could tell immediately Emma's memories were back, but I didn't understand why the children's were still fogged.
"Miss Swan..." Regina grunted out, now shy to speak with Emma.
Emma nodded telling Regina, "Madam Mayor." they stood watching one another both with relief and also beauty.
"I see everything seems...somewhat fixed." Regina began saying chuckling a bit from awkwardness as she spoke her words. She was just trying to hide the hurt that came upon her as Henry didn't know who she was.
"Heh, yeah." Emma responded with the same tone, and a goofy grin to accompany her shyness as well. They stood for a while just looking way from each other, not really acknowledging each other.
Finally, I stepped into their conversation wanting to get answers before the night ended. "Sorry to interrupt, but why doesn't Jane remember us?" Emma had gotten startled by the silence being broken by my voice because she whipped her head towards us with hesitance. Obviously not noticing that Aurora and I had been standing here this whole time.
"I-I'm not sure why..." Emma begins shrugging her shoulders glancing back and forth from me and Regina. Trying to communicate to all of us, but it seemed like she was more interested with the Mayor than us.
After we all discussed what had happened and the gap of memories that occurred, we all settled to an equal conclusion subconsciously. Find the Wicked Witch, who started all of this.
"Emma...we need to find that Wicked Witch before anything else." Regina adds, her professional voice coming back into place. Emma nodded sighing out as she rubbed the back of her neck. Only because she knew it meant another troublesome journey and more fighting.
I couldn't help but laugh at Emma's exhaustion. It wasn't a condescending, but a friendly chuckle. That was my life before Storybrooke. Endless journeys and quests to seek something that lead to another thing. And quite frankly, I had missed it all. I felt truly myself when I was constantly trying to fix and solve some puzzle for a quest.
"Whatever we need to do, count me in." I said with a grin folding my arms across my chest. Emma and Regina looked toward me nodding still thinking of our first move.
"She seems a million steps ahead of us..." Regina said disheartened as she turned away to think of a plan.
"Well, there's one thing that we know she doesn't..." A low grumble from behind Emma spoke out. We all watched eagerly to see the face of the voice appear before us. But, I felt one of us wasn't pleased with who stood there.
"Killian!" Aurora smiled outstretching her arms engulfing him into a warm hug. I laughed as I saw Hook get pulled downward into a hunch to meet Aurora's tiny stature compared to him. I had never noticed how much taller Hook was compared to the rest of us, until now.
Even though Killian was the most flirtatious, annoying, egotistical pirate I had ever met, I was glad to see his scruffy face, and now noticing his squinting eyes indicating he was hungover. Aurora finally released the man, who turned to me next with a grin upon his face.
"Mulan." He spoke out with a garbled in his tone. I then smelled the powerful scent of rum upon his breath, but rather than being appalled by his insolence, I laughed at him with a smile waving a hello instead.
"Hungover?! Even though you passed through?" I asked teasing him. He chuckled along nodding with a content smile. Obviously unashamed of being hungover in front of us. After all he is a pirate.