Emma, Regina, Graham and I were in Henry's room. Emma was searching through Henry's computer. "Smart kid - cleared his inbox. I'm smart too. A little hard disk recovery utility I like to use . . ." She said. "I'm a bit more old fashioned in my techniques. Pounding the pavement, knocking on doors, that sort of thing," Graham said.

"You're on salary. I get paid for delivery. Pounding the pavement is not a luxury that I get. Huh. His receipt for a website - . It's expensive. He has a credit card?" Emma asked, frowning. "He's ten," Regina snapped.

"Well, he used one. Let's pull up a transaction record. Mary Margaret Blanchard . . . Who's Mary Margaret Blanchard?" Emma asked. "She's my roommate and Henry's teacher," I replied and she nodded.

Emma, Regina and I walked to Henry's school. I walked to a classroom and kids file out of the classroom, while Regina shoved through them and Emma trailed behind her. "Hi, Mary Margaret," I said with a smile.

Mary Margaret smiled at me. "Hey, honey," She said before her eyes moved to Regina, "Ms. Mills, what are you doing here?"

"Where's my son?" Regina asked. "Henry? I assumed he was home sick with you," Mary Margaret said.

"You think I'd be here if he was? Did you give him your credit card so he can find her?" Regina asked, pointing at Emma. "I'm sorry, who are you?" Mary Margaret asked her. "I'm his . . . I'm his . . ."

"The woman who gave him up for adoption," Regina replied without looking at Emma. Mary Margaret looked through her wallet. "You don't know anything about this do you?" Emma asked her.

"No, unfortunately not," Mary Margaret replied and she noticed that her credit card was missing. "Clever boy," I said. "Yeah. I should never have given him that book," Mary Margaret said.

"What in the hell is this book I keep hearing about?" Regina snapped. "Just some old stories I gave him. As you well know, Henry is a special boy. So smart, so creative, and as you might be aware, lonely. He needed it," Mary Margaret said.

"What he needs is a dose of reality. This is a waste of time," Regina said. She turned to leave, and knocking over a stack of books. "Have a nice trip back to Boston," She said as she walked pass Emma. I help Mary Margaret with the books and Emma helped as well.

"Sorry to bother you," Emma said to Mary Margaret. "No it's . . . It's okay. I hear this is partially my fault," Mary Margaret replied. "How's the book supposed to help?" Emma asked.

The three of us stood up, "What do you think stories are for?" Mary Margaret asked as she put the books on a table. "These stories are classics. There's a reason we all know them. They're a way for us to deal with our world. A world that doesn't always make sense. See, Henry hasn't had the easiest life."

We walked down the hallway. "Yeah, she's kind of a hardass," Emma said and I smiled. "No, it's more than her," Mary Margaret replied. "He's like any adopted child. He wrestles with that most basic question they all inevitably face - why would anyone give me away?"

I saw Emma's face fell and I hit Mary Margaret's arm slightly. Mary Margaret realized what she said. "I am so sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean in any way to judge you."

"It's okay," Emma said. "Look, I gave the book to him because I wanted Henry to have the most important thing anyone can have. Hope. Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing," Mary Margaret said.

"You both know where he is, don't you?" Emma asked both of us. "Um, you might want to check his castle," I said with a small smile. Emma frowned. "It's the playground near the beach," I said and she nodded. "Thanks," She said with a small smile and left.

Third Person POV

The Enchanted Forest

"Katerina, come in say goodbye to your Papa," Milah said. Katerina came running and launched herself into Rumplestiltskin's arms.

"Bye Papa," Katerina said. Milah smiled at the sight. "Goodbye, my girl. You'll always be Papa's little princes," Rumplestiltskin said and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

"Please be careful," Katerina said, looking at her father with her puppy eyes. Rumplestiltskin smiled. "I will," He said as he put Katerina down and hugged Milah, who hugged him tightly. "I'll be fine," Rumplestiltskin whispered in his wife's ear.

"I love you," Milah said as they broke the hug. "And I you," Rumplestiltskin said and they kissed. They pulled away and Rumplestiltskin walked out the door, his head held high while Milah hold her daughter tightly as they watched him go, praying for his safe return.