Disclaimer: I do not own once upon a time or any reconisable characters. So, please don't sue me.

A/N: Sorry about the size of the prologue. I do realise that it was really short. But don't worry, here's a longer one to thank you all for reading and reviewing

Emma

Everyday since our arrival from Neverland had been such a blur. It's been weeks of shaking hands and beaming faces and big hugs. Everybody wanted to get a glimpse of Storybrooke's heroes, of their Savior. But all I wanted was for it all to go away and never come back.

No matter where I turned, the reminders of the past were there. The slowly rebuilding ruins of the old Storybrooke the trigger had destroyed, the slightly haunted look in Henry's eyes when he thinks no one is paying attention or the awful sinking feeling that I get whenever I think about that godforsaken place. Neverland

The worst part of all this is that I seem to be the only one affected and that there's no one to talk to. Archie, even though he's trying to help is just not who I need and my parents just nod and smile condensingly at me before doing something completely annoying like asking: "When do you plan on inviting Baelfire over for dinner" or "Have you seen Baelfire lately". It's like they just decided to refuse to listen to me whenever I try to tell them that I don't like Bae anymore, besides, he doesn' t even like being called Baelfire

So there was no one to talk to (hook's always drunk, and I just couldn't see myself getting emotional with Gold) except Regina. Regina and her beautiful, soulful hazelnut eyes. But ever since we arrived, I haven't laid my eyes on her despite the countless times I had planned to go and see her. It's just too hard. After the fact that Henry has once again chosen to live with me insted of her, I don't think she'll even want to talk to me. But I'll have to try, after all, she was there, and she may need to talk to someone too. So I decided to go over to her place and make her talk to me as soon as I get myself a free moment.

I didn't.

I wish I did.

Regina

I came to wrapped in soft sheets, in a dark room, with the distinct sensation that my head will never stop spinnig. I assumed it was a room,because absolutely nothing was clear. The only constants were my feelings, still the same hurt, conflictual feelings, and the certainty of two things: That my name was Regina Mills and that I have absolutely nothing to do here. Something was tugging at the back of my mind but I wasn't sure about what and I decided to ignore it for the time being. I was alone, again, with no other company than my own thoughts even though I could barely remember the last time I was alone. This mere constatation made sad and confused tears spill from my eyes, and I tried to muffle my cries in the pillow under my head.

Wait! Pillow!

There was a pillow under my head. Which means someone had bothered to put it there. My sorrowful thoughts were quickly overwhelmed by the exicitement. I made it. I had gotten here ? I don't know... yet. But I 'll find out.

I was just about to get up from whatever I was lying on when a door on my right swung open and a silhouhette entered followed by so much light that I was forced to shelter my eyes from the assult.

"Oh sorry! Did I awake you? It's just that you see, you've been sleeping for the past three days so I didn't expect you to wake up..."

He smiled, a very slow one.

I stared.

I stared at him, trying to process anything usefull from his ranting. I found nothing other than the fact that I had been here for three days.

"Are you an angel?" he asked.

I was taken aback by the question, and the amout of hope within each word that I almost didn't respond. I managed to choke out something when he started looking at me funny.

"No, I'm not an angel. What makes you think I'm one?"

He shrugged, disappointed "You fell from the sky... and you're really beautiful si I thought... maybe one of them had decided to come back"

"Come back from where? Who?"

He gave me a "duh" look that pulled at my chest as if trying to remind me of something, or someone. But no matter how hard I tried, the fleeting memories retreated just before I could grasp at them. I had to restrain myself from screaming out loud and yelling out curses, at this innocent boy for saying these things that affect me so much or at myself for forgetting something so important. Because I felt like it was important, but that was about all I was sure of.

Mentally chastising myself for almost losing my temper, (something I think I have done before) I gave the boy a tight smile and decided to drop the matter

"Falling from the sky doesn't mean I 'm an angel" I stated "but thanks for the compliment"

"You're welcome"

"What's your name my dear?" I asked

"Ned"

"That's a very fine name. Would you like to sit with me?"

He shuffled his feet for a while before coming a closer and finally sitting on the edge of the bed.

"But I can't stay long because I have to go back and tell them that you're awake" He said apologetically.

He was so shy, his almost white hair falling into his twinkling blue eyes. I wanted to ask who "they" were but I didn't want him to look at me with those intelligent and judging eyes, and bring back that frustrating feeling that I was missing something important, so I played along

"It's alright. I would hate to keep you away from your duties"

We sat in a comfortable silence for what seemed like hours until he got up and said: "It was nice meeting you Regina, but I have to go now. But don't worry, we'll meet again" And with that he was gone.

It took me a few seconds to figure out that I never gave him my name and I bolted out of bed (yes it was a bed) and ran after him. I pulled the door open but to my utmost surprise, he was gone. Vanished. And i was standing in a white room, once again, all alone.

"What have I gotten myself into?" I thought

Let me know what you think