The rumours around town that the former Queen had fallen from a horse couldn't be true. Regina would never do something reckless like ride a horse she couldn't handle. Control was her M.O.

But when she had been by to pick up Henry that night, she had seen the cast for herself, and heard the harrowing tale from her son. Regina had shrugged it off, and wheeled herself back towards the kitchen, dismissing Emma as she went.

When she asked Henry about how his other mother was doing, he would shrug and say she seemed fine. But to a 13 year old boy, fine was relative. So when she noticed the weeds begin to flourish, and the lawn grow too tall, Emma knew something was wrong.

Emma learned that because the former Queen was stuck in a wheel chair, she was unable to do many of the everyday things that she took pride in. Asking around town, Emma found that no one, not even as a favour to the Saviour, would work for the former Queen.

After one week, Emma grew frustrated. After two, she hatched a plan. Operation Orchard. And Henry was onboard. He would get Regina out of the house for a bit, which she really needed anyway, and Emma would take care of everything else.

Armed with paper lawn bags, her new, heavy-duty garden work gloves, and two giant energy drinks, Emma hid beside the garage, while Henry maneuvered Regina down the drive, and off towards Granny's.

Getting to work, Emma weeded, mowed, trimmed, bagged, and hauled everything she could. When she got the text from Henry to let her know that he had managed to get Regina to the movies, Emma used the spare key to let herself into the house, to clean there as well.

Dragging the last bin and bag to the end of the drive, Emma quickly locked the door, returned the key, and hopped into her bug. Looking back at the house once more, she heaved a sigh, before starting on her way, with a smile.

"Brilliant." She happily hummed to herself.