Leroy had to force himself not to burst out of laughter. He was pointing at Emma and tried to say a sentence without smiling too widely.

"She was very sad at the beginning. And angry. Then after a few drinks she started laughing and told me I was grumpy. I didn't understand, - me being a complete gentleman - what she meant. But then…" He tried really hard not to laugh. "Then she explained how I'm one of Snow White's dwarfs. And you are her. And she couldn't stop giggling ever since."

"Go. Now!"

Leroy left with laughing so hard he could barely close the front door properly.

Mary Margaret looked helplessly at Emma who was shaking with laughter.

"Emma, hey, Emma, can you hear me? Listen, you have to go to bed! Here, I'll help you, come with me!"

Mary Margaret tried to help her out of the chair but they haven't even reached the staircase when she realized she couldn't possibly drag her all the way up to her room. Emma wasn't much help, she didn't seem to hear or understand anything that was happening to her. She was just… giggling. Mary Margaret doubted she even recognized her.

When Mary Margaret saw that the original plan was more that impossible, she changed her mind and staggered her to her own bed.

I can sleep in hers, I'm sure she wouldn't mind.

She gently seated her on the bed, but as soon as she let go of her, Emma collapsed and almost fell off the bed.

"Wo, hey, easy there." Mary Margaret sat next to her friend to make sure she can sit properly for a few minutes before she leaves.

Emma didn't look as bad as she expected. She was like her normal self, except Mary Margaret never saw her laugh this much. She barely smiled a few times since they knew each other and lately she was more gloomy than ever.

Mary Margaret waited a few seconds and then let go of her. Emma still looked confused but now she looked up at her friend as if she had just noticed she was there.

"Mary Margaret! Hi there, I didn't know you were coming to the party too!" She hugged her with such enthusiasm Mary Margaret could barely breathe. " I was just telling Leroy… wait, where did he go…? Anyways. I just told him who you really are. I mean, who he really is. You know, you both." She pointed at her friend and the door and made an invisible connection.

"Great, I'm glad. Now, listen. You have to sleep here. I can get you your pyjamas if you want me to." She tried to stand up, but Emma grabbed her arm and pulled her back down.

"No, no, no, the party isn't over yet! I haven't told him the best part! Where the hell is he?" She looked around, so confused Mary Margaret started to worry.

"Who cares?" Emma yelled. "He won't hear the best part! He doesn't need to know it anyway. Do you know what, Mary Margaret?" She looked at the other with a serious look. "I'm gonna tell only you."

Mary Margaret started feeling herself uncomfortable. Not because Emma was so opened, it didn't bother her. But she was afraid Emma might tell her something she wouldn't want her to know.

"No, Emma, I really think I should get you your pyjamas and go to sleep."

"No, no, no, I don't want you to get my pyjamas, I want you to listen to me!" She looked confused again. "What did I wanna say?"

"Emma, you really need to go to bed. It's past 2 and you meet Henry tomorrow, remember? Your son?"

"Henry!" Mary Margaret jumped a little as Emma yelled his name. "He has this book, y'know! Of course you know, you gave it to him… Where was I? Oh, yes. So, this book of his. It's true. Everything. Every. Word. Can you believe it?" She asked laughing. "You guys are all fairytale characters. All of you. Archie, David, Kathryn, even Regina! She's your evil stepmother, y'know, I'd keep and eye on her if I were you." She winked at Mary Margaret.

"I will, but Emma, please, you need to sleep now! We'll talk tomorrow, okay? You're sheriff now, you have responsibilities. You have to work tomorrow, please sleep a little!"

"Sheriff…" Her smile faded so fast it scared Mary Margaret. "Graham was sheriff. I'm not… He…"

Mary Margaret thought she couldn't possibly be any more worried than she was at that moment.

Good Lord, what am I supposed to do now?

As she saw tears forming in Emma's eyes she felt an overwhelming need to hug her friend. She wrapped her arms around her as Emma started sobbing quietly, as if even in this condition she wanted to control her feelings. Mary Margaret gently stroked Emma's back who slowly started to relax.

"It's funny." Emma said without a whit of joy. "He said he remembered. Right before he collapsed. He thanked me. He started crying and he thanked me and he said he remembered." She let go of Mary Margaret and looked seriously in her eyes. No, it wasn't seriousness, she looked scared. "What if it's true? I mean… What if everything Henry said is true?"

Mary Margaret, without even thinking about what she's doing, wiped the last teardrop on Emma's sad face and smiled. "What then? We're all fairytale characters. Good for us! You're not even in the book." She stroked her friend's face gently.

She wasn't sure if she saw it right but Emma's look was full of guilt. "I lied. I'm in the book."