Emma leaves the group at the scene with instructions to wait for Walsh to move the body. A part of her feels bad for making them stay with the body, but Emma has something else to do. She's done wasting time. Killian tries to follow but Emma stops him, knowing that things will go better if she does it alone. She reaches Nottingham and rouses Walsh from his sleep in the business office, sending him off to where the others are.

It's the middle of night, but when Emma reaches the door to the penthouse, she bangs her palm against it as loudly as she can. When Regina doesn't immediately answer, Emma continues the pounding in quick succession. She hears a few curses come from inside, but doesn't halt her knocking until the door opens.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Regina bites. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

Emma doesn't waste time on pleasantries. She pushes past Regina into the apartment. The door closes loudly behind her as Regina huffs at the intrusion. Emma makes it all the way to the sitting room before turning back to Regina.

"Weren't you raised as a princess? Do you have any sense of decency?" Regina growls but Emma ignores her.

"We found another body," she cuts in, shortly. Regina startles at the abrupt statement. "Marian Locksley. That's two victims now with a negative connection to you."

"You can't honestly think I had anything to do with these murders," Regina responds, giving a haughty laugh like the thought is ridiculous. Emma holds her ground and Regina's amusement turns to anger. "How dare you come into my home at some ungodly hour to accuse me! I should have your job for this."

"We've been down this road, Regina, you couldn't have my job if you tried," Emma scoffs. "The whole town knows about your bad blood with Marian, you can't be surprised you're my top suspect."

Regina rolls her eyes. "The town can gossip all it wants but fine, of course, I disliked her. She ruined everything for me! That doesn't mean I killed her."

"I don't think you can really play the victim in what happened between you and Marian," Emma comments. "Consider this house call a courtesy, I may not have anything implementing you yet, but believe me, Madam Mayor, if you killed these woman - I'll throw you down the Wishing Well myself."

Regina glares at Emma as she passes by her out of the apartment.

When she reaches the lobby of the apartment, Killian and Walsh are coming through with Marian's body. They've wrapped it in a white sheet and Emma trails ahead of them down the hall, pulling the door to the business office open for them. Walsh leads them back into the same catacomb where Trish's body lies and they settles Marian onto another slab.

"How much longer will we keep Trish here before committing her to the Wishing Well?" Walsh asks. His glamour ripples down his body in a purple light and his monkey form returns. Emma sighs, shrugging.

The Wishing Well is a structure in the very back of the business office. It's had appeared when the head witch, Zelena, had added the enchantments to the room to make it bigger on the inside. Most residents believed it to lead to the final resting place and, after proper funeral arrangements, would lower their dead down into it. Too deep to see the bottom, no one knows if actually leads anywhere, but it's one hell of a drop.

"I don't think we're going to get any more information from her body," Emma admits. "I'll give Cinderella a call tomorrow, ask if she wants to hold a funeral service."

Walsh nods, flapping his wings and flying out of the catacomb. Once the sound of his wings has faded, Emma's shoulders fall. She curls into herself slightly, her hands coming up to her face. She feels Killian's hand land on the middle of her back, steadying her.

"What did the mayor say?" He asks.

"Nothing, of course," Emma replies. She drops her hands away from her face and lets out a heavy breath. "I have so many questions. Why was Marian even in Storybrooke? She lives in Manhattan. And - oh, gods, someone is gonna have to try to find her son."

Killian nods, his hand moving in a soothing motion across the leather of her jacket before falling away.

"Well, where do we start then, love?" He asks quietly and Emma turns to him. She doubts he'd gotten much more sleep than her before she'd called him. The dark shadows under his eyes tell that story well enough. Emma frowns.

"I have one lead I can start with," Emma explains. "But you don't have to go with me. Maybe you should go home, finish getting that rest you were talking about."

"Without you?" Killian says, smiling a little at the attempt. "Not likely, I'm afraid."

Emma raises an eyebrow at the phrasing. Killian's smile turns to a smirk when he realizes where her mind's gone. He chuckles and leans towards her.

"I meant unless you were going home to get some rest as well," he amends with an over the top wink. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Swan."

Emma shakes her head at him and heads out of the catacombs. Killian follows behind her. When they reach the main area of the business office, Walsh is nowhere to be found. Emma figures at least someone should get some sleep tonight. Passing by her mother's desk, Emma considers whether she should tell her parents about this new development. Then, she remembers the bags under Snow's eyes and the way she'd responded to the death of a stranger. Better to save it for the morning, she decides.

Emma hadn't known Marian all that well, but well enough that seeing her lying in that alley had knocked the wind out of her. The woman had always been a little standoffish, not that Emma could blame her. Many years ago, Marian had been married to Robin Hood. Long story short, Robin had taken a liking to their dear mayor. Marian had found out and dropped Robin like a hot potato. It had been the town's favorite story for a long time afterwards.

Marian hadn't let it shut her down, though. She'd moved out of town, closer to the law firm she worked for. She specialized in, ironically, divorces and custody cases. Emma had always respected her for putting herself and her son first.

"So, what's this lead of yours?" Killian asks from behind her. Emma tugs the business office door open and waves him through. "And why can't it wait until morning?"

"At this particular time of night, I have a pretty good idea where we can find Marian's ex-husband," Emma explains, leading him out into the courtyard. If Marian was in town, Emma can hope she left Roland with a friend or a sitter. Snow could go check for the boy at Marian's apartment tomorrow while Emma asked around town.

In the meantime, they'd start with Robin.

-/-

When they near Glowerhaven, Killian hesitates. Emma is so set on her mission, she's across the street from him before she realizes he's stopped. The bar is mostly quiet, the sound of the jukebox playing within is muffled but loud enough to reach the quiet street. Killian shuffles his feet on the opposite sidewalk as Emma puts her hands up in confusion.

"What are you doing?" She calls.

"Perhaps you should do this one yourself," he responds. Emma huffs, crossing back across the street to reach him. Killian offers her an apologetic grimace before ducking his head. He scratches behind his ear and Emma raises an eyebrow at the nervous gesture.

"What's wrong, Killian?" She asks. Her hand settles gently on his left arm, just above his brace. Killian's eyes shift to the touch for a moment before he responds.

"The proprietor of this particular establishment and I don't exactly see eye-to-eye," Killian admits. Emma studies his face for a moment, eyes searching. Killian squirms under her gaze and avoids her eyes.

"What'd you do to her?" She asks softly. Her fingers tighten fractionally around his forearm in reassurance.

"It was a long time ago," he offers as an explanation. "But I can't say I blame her for still holding a grudge. Things will go much more smoothly if I wait out here, trust me."

Emma nods, her hand falling from his arm. Killian swallows, but Emma doesn't make a move to go just yet. Instead, she glances towards the bar and points out the alley next to it.

"Just wait there, next to the building, alright?" Emma suggests. "If Robin is in there, I'll bring him out here to talk."

Killian nods and follows her as she crosses the street this time. Emma breaks away and heads towards the door to the bar while Killian lingers beside the building. The smell of smoke and lives in crises hit her as soon as she pulls the door open. A sad song croons through the speakers of the jukebox. There's no merrymaking in this place, just drinking to forget.

Emma can relate on some levels.

Ursula is behind the bar, twisting a towel around the inside of a glass. Emma almost expects her to toss the towel over her shoulder and say something like "what's your poison, friend?" Instead, Ursula's eyes raise to meet Emma's and the look turns to one of disgust.

"Twice in as many days, Sheriff," the woman comments, setting the glass down behind the bar. "To what do I owe this esteemed honor? You actually planning on drinking tonight?"

One of the men at the bar startles at Ursula's comments. He turns to face Emma with wide eyes. Emma smirks at him.

"Relax, Will," she sighs, continuing on her path towards the bar. "I'm not here for you. This time."

"What are you here for?" Ursula asks, a sneer pulling at her lips. Emma scans the other two men at the bar, recognizing the back of Robin's head. He sits at the end of the bar, curled up into himself. He doesn't appear to have taken any interest in the conversation going on around him.

"Sheriff business," Emma bites, crossing to stand behind Robin. She taps him on the shoulder and he jolts in surprise at the contact. Spinning around to face her, Robin looks like a cornered animal. His eyes are blown wide and the smell of scotch clings to him.

"I haven't done anything," he says immediately and Emma shakes her head.

"I just need to speak with you," she explains, motioning for him to stand up and follow her. She shoots a look at the other people in the bar. They've all got their eyes trained on the scene before them. "In private."

Robin's response is slow but he nods and slides off the barstool. Emma leads him out of the bar where Killian is leaning against the brick of the building. Robin frowns distrustfully at him when Emma stalls next to him.

"Don't imagine you brought me some rum, did you?" Killian asks with a smirk. Emma rolls her eyes at him and turns to face Robin. He looks between the two of them in confusion.

"What's this about, Sheriff?" He asks when neither of them offer up the information. "And what's the pirate got to do with it?"

"Hook is helping me out," Emma explains, a little bite to her voice at the slight in Killian's direction. She cringes and makes her next words much gentler. "Don't worry about him. This is about Marian, I'm afraid."

The frown on Robin's face only deepens as he shakes his head. Maybe Emma should have stopped to grab a cup of coffee for him. He seems in even worse shape than she'd expected. She takes a deep breath and steels herself for the next part.

"We found her body tonight," Emma explains slowly. "She's dead."

Maybe it's the scotch or maybe Robin really is that distraught. His knees buckle underneath him and he throws a hand out, catching himself against the brick building before he can hit the ground. Killian reaches for him to help steady him further.

"Dead? No, she can't," Robin gasps. "How is that possible? She doesn't even live in Storybrooke. Where did you find her?"

"Robin, I know this is difficult but I need to ask you some questions first, okay?" Emma tries. Robin doesn't even seem to hear her. Killian has him on his feet again and Robin's hands are tugging at his hair.

"What about Roland? Where's my son?" He asks, frenzied. At Emma's silence his fear turns to rage. "You don't know where he is?! You should be looking for my son, not standing here with me!"

He pushes Killian's arms away from him and moves to storm away from them. Killian catches him easily by the back of his coat, holding him back. Robin spins back around at the resistance from his coat. He takes a wild, sloppy swing at Killian. Killian dodges it easily, pressing Robin up against the bricks with a little more force than necessary.

Emma places her hand on the arm pinning Robin to the wall. Killian's eyes meet hers, his jaw is ticking in agitation but she sees the pressure from his arm lighten up. Robin is still trapped against the wall but he seems to be calming down.

"We're working on looking for Roland, I promise," Emma assures him. Robin heaves a breath and sags under Killian's arm. "Right now I need to know if you have any idea why Marian may have been in Storybrooke or who she might have been meeting."

Robin shakes his head despondently. There are tears building in his eyes and Emma notices as his breathing begins to pick up. He's drunk and panicked. They'll be lucky to get anything coherent out of him.

"Go home and sober up," Emma commands. Killian removes his arm from across Robin's chest. "We'll call you if we find out anything."

Robin doesn't acknowledge her. He slides down the wall until he's sitting on the cement. He makes a pathetic picture as he buries his face in his hands and Emma feels bad for him. She grabs Killian's arm again and pulls him away.

"So, what now?" He asks once they're far enough away from the bar. Emma thinks about it for a moment.

"Robin was right about one thing, right now we need to prioritize finding Roland," she says. "I'm gonna call some of the people in town I know she kept in contact with. Maybe if Marian came into Storybrooke to meet someone she left Roland with a friend in town."

"Alright," Killian nods. "How can I help?"

Emma gives him a soft smile. He's been a trooper through all of this, even managing concern for her after her run in with Cheshire. But Emma knows that this is about Milah for him, so running around and chasing leads that have nothing to do with her isn't why he asked to tag along. Emma is more than capable of managing her job without him, she's sure. She's been doing it for years.

"Go home, Killian," she says gently. Killian frowns at her. "You should go home and get some sleep. I know this isn't really what you signed up for."

"I'm here to help you find this monster," he insists. "Whether that leads to Milah or not, I want to help."

Emma considers him for a moment, the sincerity in his words striking her. Eventually, she nods.

"Okay, fine. But, really, all I'm gonna do is start a phone tree at the office and forward the phones to my cell. Then, I'm gonna get sleep," she tells him. She reaches out, squeezing his arm gently again. "It would help me to know you're doing the same."

"If it'll help you sleep better, Sheriff," he agrees, offering her a grin. His hand comes up to brush her hair away from her face. He frowns and Emma can tell he's studying the exhaustion on her face. She really does need sleep. "We'll start fresh tomorrow. Will you call me if you hear anything on the boy?"

Emma nods in agreement. For a long moment, Killian doesn't move. His hand still lingers near her face. He pulls it back eventually, stepping away from her with a shake of his head. He bids her goodnight before heading in the direction of the bay. Emma rolls her neck and groans before heading back towards the Nottingham.

-/-

Emma starts by calling Red. She feels bad for waking her up again after the day Red's had, but if anyone would be able to get the word out about Roland, it'd be her. Red promises to get the message passed on for anyone who knows where he is to call the sheriff's office. Emma sets the phone up to forward any calls to her cell phone and heads upstairs to her apartment.

By the time she reaches her bed, her body is dragging her down. Emma remembers to remove her phone from her pocket this time, setting it on the pillow next to where she sleeps. She passes out face first when she hits the pillows.

It isn't until sunrise that Emma's phone rings next to her head. She startles awake to answer it, hoping for good news. The bookstore owner, Belle, greets her timidly on the other line. Apparently, Marian had left Roland in Belle's custody for the night and Belle had only just gotten a call asking about him. Emma thinks they need to come up with something more efficient than a phone tree.

Belle agrees to bring the boy to the business office when he wakes up. Emma calls Killian to inform him of the update before deciding she's gotten enough sleep for the night. Trish and Milah's files are still laid out across the kitchen counter. Emma's stomach sinks as she realizes she'll need to create one for Marian.

She digs a pop tart out of the cupboard and puts the files back together before heading down to her office. Before Belle shows up, Emma will have to break the news to her parents. She wants to have a file started before Snow comes down to open the business office for the day. Emma will also probably have to deal with Regina at some point, unless her luck does a complete one-eighty. She doubts that'll happen.

Something in her is swirling with panic. Maybe it's her magic or just her intuition, but something is telling her there's harsh waters ahead. Her mind is telling her to batten down and prepare for the hurricane. Everything up until now has just been a thunderstorm.

Emma starts a file for Marian, scribbling her name on the filing tab. It's mostly a carbon copy of Trish's file, Emma describes the wound and the scene when they'd found her. She's halfway finished when Killian comes in. He's holding a carrying tray with two cups of coffee from Granny's. Emma reaches for one gratefully when he sets it on her desk and takes the seat across from her.

"You're looking much better this morning, Swan," he comments and Emma rolls her eyes playfully at him. Killian smirks, continuing, "Much more rested, anyway."

"Yeah," Emma sighs. "My body's rested. My mind can't catch a break though."

Killian frowns, but nods in understanding. Emma imagines he's not fairing much better than her. It's been a rough couple days for everyone. Sighing, Emma finishes her description of the scene for Marian's file before slapping it closed.

"What time is Marian's friend bringing the boy by?" Killian asks when he realizes she's finished with the work.

"Belle said she'd call me before she brought him down here," Emma tells him. "I want to talk to my parents first, though, so they aren't blindsided. Did the business office look open when you passed?"

"Hard to say," Killian shrugs. "There was a line outside but I can't say if it was moving or not."

Emma sighs. One way to find out. She picks up her cell phone and calls up to her parent's apartment. David answers and Emma asks him and Snow to meet her at the business office, if Snow isn't already there. David tells her Snow headed down a few minutes ago and agrees to come down immediately.

Emma relays the information to Killian before leading him out of her office and down the hall to her mother's. Snow and Red are already inside when they enter. Emma is surprised to see Red in so early after the night she had. The two woman are bent over Snow's desk, heads close as they talk in quiet tones. Emma frowns and clears her throat.

"Emma," Snow says in surprise. Her face turns to concern. "What's wrong?"

Emma shoots a look towards Red. The woman is sliding papers into a file folder and avoiding Emma's gaze. She can assume Red hadn't mentioned finding Marian to her mother yet, thankfully.

"What are you looking at?" Emma asks, frowning at the secrecy. Snow lets out a breathy laugh and shakes her head.

"Nothing, just town stuff," she waves it off, crossing the room to meet Emma and Killian. She takes one of Emma's hands in her own. "You look much better than when I saw you yesterday. I'm glad you got some sleep. It was a tough day yesterday."

"It's about to get tougher," Emma mumbles. It earns a confused look from her mother. "I asked dad to meet us. I'll explain once he gets here."

Snow nods, her brow still furrowed in concern. Killian shifts uncomfortably at Emma's side and the room goes a little too quiet. Red leans back against Snow's desk, folder held tightly to her chest. They aren't waiting long before David enters the office, though, and Emma sighs in relief.

"Okay, what is going on, Emma?" David asks, passing by her. He stops to drop a kiss to the side of her head before joining Snow. Emma suggests they sit. Snow takes a seat in her desk chair while David leans next to Red against the desk. David shoots Killian a wary look when he shifts a little closer to Emma.

"We found another body last night," Emma says finally. The words come out in a rush of air but it doesn't take long for her parents to react.

"What?" David nearly shouts, pushing himself off the desk to stand up straight. Snow gasps and covers her mouth.

"Who?" She asks quietly. The word travels through the space between her fingers. Emma wrings her hands in front of her.

"Marian," she answers. Snow lets out an oh gods and covers her face further. David seems to mull it over for a moment.

"Did you talk to Regina?" He asks and Emma nods. It's heartening to know that Emma isn't the only one who finds it hard to believe the mayor has completely left her old ways in the past. Emma's never felt any sort of genial vibe from Regina.

"Yeah, I think I scared her a bit," Emma admits. "But otherwise I don't really have anything tying her to this but my gut. She had a history with Trish as well, but going after her for it would go against the Amnesty Charter."

David frowns and rubs his hand over his jaw. Snow pushes herself out of her chair and rounds the desk. She places her hand on David's arm softly and it seems to make his shoulders relax a bit. The sight is familiar to Emma, neither of them ever go into battle alone.

"What about Marian's son?" Snow asks softly. "Do we know where Roland is?"

"Belle is bringing the boy to Emma's office in a bit," Killian says, before Emma has a chance to answer. Snow looks at him in surprise, Emma thinks it's the first time he's added to the conversation while anyone else is around. David frowns but Emma smirks to herself.

"Okay, well, this won't be easy for him to understand," Snow nods. "We'll have to find someone to watch him. Have you spoken to Robin?"

Emma nods. She'd called Robin after calling Killian that morning to let him know they'd found Roland. He'd tried to insist on coming down to meet him but Emma had begged him to let her handle it. She'd promised to call him again later.

"I don't know if I can, in good conscience, hand Roland over to him," Emma admits. She glances at Killian for backup. "We saw him last night. He's a drunk and a mess. He's been that way since Marian left."

"He's his father," Snow sighs. "We might be able to keep Roland under our care for the sake of the investigation but, eventually, we might not have a choice."

Emma groans, ready to argue the point. If Marian had a will or some sort of legal instructions, maybe Roland could be under someone else's custody. Even if it's only until Robin can prove he can clean himself. Marian was a lawyer, she's sure there's some sort of documentation. She's about to make the point when her phone rings.

She answers it and Belle lets her know that they're heading to the Nottingham complex. Emma hangs up and everyone agrees to table the discussion for now. Snow and Red return to work and David follows Emma and Killian out of the office.

"Do you work today?" Emma asks him as they reach the lobby. David nods. He works at a Mundy animal shelter outside of Storybrooke.

"Yeah, but call me if you need anything," he insists. Emma nods in agreement before he heads out of the spinning door of the Nottingham. Moments later, Roland and Belle come through it. Emma spots them, asking them to join her in her office. Roland asks Killian a million questions a minute about his hook and his rings while Killian chuckles in amusement. He answers as many as he can with exaggerated but kid friendly answers.

"What's this about, Sheriff?" Belle asks, glancing back at Killian and Roland where they trail behind. Emma leads her into the office before responding.

"We just want to ask a few questions about Roland's mom," Emma says. She's hesitant to drop the word dead in front of Roland right off the bat. Maybe she can get the information she needs before ruining the poor kid's day, at least. "Why did she ask you to watch Roland?"

"She had a late meeting and knew it would be well into the evening before she got home," Belle explains with a frown. "Why?"

"Was she meeting someone in Storybrooke?" Emma asks, brushing past the question. "Is that why she was here?"

"No," Belle says slowly. "As far as I know she wasn't. Her meeting was at work for some case. I picked Roland up from her apartment in Manhattan and brought him here."

Emma frowns at that. If that's the case, Marian shouldn't have even been in Storybrooke. Had someone lured her into town with something important enough to make her skip a meeting? Or had she lied to Belle? Either way, Emma doubted Belle was going to have the answers she needed.

"Killian," Emma says gently, getting his attention. "Maybe you should take Roland into the hall for a bit. I'm sure he'd like to hear about your ship, right, Roland?"

The attention seems to make Roland shy but he nods enthusiastically, regardless. Killian seems to understand and leads Roland into the hall. Emma figures she can tell Belle first. Maybe hearing it from someone he actually knows will make it easier on Roland.

"What's all this about?" Belle asks once the door has closed. Her voice is pleading. Emma wishes this wasn't a part of her job.

"We found Marian's body late last night," Emma explains. Belle frowns in confusion.

"Her body?" She asks. "I don't understand."

"Someone killed her, Belle," Emma sighs. "I'm so sorry."

Belle goes silent. Her face tightens, the lines in her forehead deepening as she stares at Emma. Emma knows Belle's story, knows that the woman is exceptionally clever and quick-witted. She supposes shock can do a lot to a person. Emma waits patiently for Belle to understand.

"No, she can't be," Belle says finally. Robin had said something similar last night after he collapsed. Belle says it differently though. There's no grief in her voice, just conviction. Emma mirrors the woman's confusion now.

"I know this is hard," she starts. "But I was there when they found her, Belle. She is."

There's a small commotion outside. Emma can hear someone conversing with Killian in a loud enough tone to reach through her office door. There's a shout from Roland, Emma would swear it sounds like mommy. She pushes up from her seat, Belle turning towards the door as well. Emma pushes the door open and steps out into the hall.

The new arrival turns at the door opening, Roland in her arms and Emma stumbles back a step.

"Sheriff, do you mind telling me what the hell is going on?" Marian demands.

-/-

What Emma learns is this; Belle picked up Roland from Marian's Manhattan apartment at about 6 o'clock the night before. Marian spent most of her night working on case materials at her law firm. She never even crossed into Brooklyn, let alone Storybrooke. This morning, when Emma had asked Belle to bring Roland down to the sheriff's office, she'd called Marian. It had taken Marian longer than she'd intended initially to get to the Nottingham, but, and this is the part that is most important to Emma, she is very much alive.

"No chance of this quest getting any easier, I suppose," Killian comments. Emma sent Marian, Belle, and Roland home after a few questions. She'd then broken out the bottle of rum she keeps in the bottom door. Screw the fact that it's not even noon, she deserves it.

"I think that hope was shot a long time ago," Emma comments, tipping back her glass of rum. Killian follows her example. "We need to figure out whose body is in the catacombs if it isn't Marian's."

"Do you think it might be a glamour enchantment?" Killian asks. He pushes his empty glass across the desk towards Emma. She puts it away in the drawer, along with her own glass and the bottle. Glamour enchantments take an incredible amount of energy to create. It's why they've been government mandated and only sorcerers employed by the mayor could create them legally.

"One way to find out," Emma shrugs, standing from her seat. She heads down the hall to the business office, Killian at her heels. Moe French is barking at Snow from across her desk but Emma ignores them. When they reach the catacombs, Emma stands over the body that looks like Marian.

She raises her hands, holding them over the body, and closes her eyes. Breathing slowly she tries to feel the magical energy coming from the corpse. Once she's looking for it, it's incredibly strong. Emma is surprised she didn't feel it before, but she hadn't gotten too close until now.

Pulling her hands back, Emma hears footsteps coming towards the room.

"Emma, what's going on?" Snow asks as she enters. She falters at the sight of Marian's body but continues at a slower pace. "Did you talk to Roland?"

"We talked to Marian, actually," Emma offers. Snow's eyebrows go up in befuddlement. "Turns out she's perfectly fine. Spent the night in Manhattan and nowhere near Storybrooke."

"How is that possible?" Snow questions.

"There's a glamour on this body," Emma explains, motioning towards the unidentified woman laying on the stone. "I can feel it."

"Can you remove it?" Snow frowns. Emma shrugs and turns back to the body. She lifts her hands again, closes her eyes. Removing a glamour by force is difficult, it requires a lot of energy. Emma takes a few slow breaths before slowly moving her hands from the woman's feet upwards. Her palms prickle with the output of energy and Emma's chest tightens. She has to force air into her lungs but keeps her mind concentrated on dissolving the enchantment.

Snow gives a sharp gasp. Emma feels Killian stiffen behind her. His hand reaches out, landing softly on Emma's back. It spurs Emma to open her eyes. The charm has faded away. Gone is Marian's pantsuit and sharp features. Emma's throat closes up when her eyes fall on the woman's face. Nimue's eyes are closed and her skin is gray from the loss of blood.

"Emma," Killian breathes, stepping close to her. Emma steps out of his reach. Her chest tightens, her throat closes. Suddenly trying to pull air into her lungs is a herculean effort. Her eyes prick with the buildup of oncoming tears and Emma forces an impassive expression, refuses to allow the tears to fall.

"Honey," Snow tries, taking a step towards her as well. Emma ignores them both. She brushes past them, brushes Killian's hand off when it lands on her arm, and leaves the catacombs. Moe French is no longer in the visitor's seat at Snow's desk. Emma ignores the eyes of the people in line as she speeds past them, escaping into the elevator.

Safe in her apartment, away from prying eyes, Emma drops to her knees and cries.