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Emma and Henry spent the whole night planning, thinking of what to do. The scroll the Snow Queen used to come in and out of Storybrooke was lying in the desk drawer of Regina's office. Emma was going to sneak into the office, and steal the scroll. Emma snuck under the city lights of Storybrooke the next night, in criminal mode, Henry keeping good view for her on a high hill in the woods, close by their trailer. Henry tapped his walkie talkie as he saw someone come into Emma's next path. "Look out, Mom! Ruby at the corner!" he said.
Emma hid herself behind a lamppost. "Okay," breathed Emma, "Where is she going?" Henry used his binoculars. "She's, going into Granny's. Normal. Oh, look, there's Grandma and Grandpa!" said Henry, spotting Snow White and Prince Charming on the lane that Emma just got by. "Where are they going?" Emma asked, curious to know what her parents were up to. "Their... wait, what? Their going into the ice cream parlour," Henry said. Emma was shocked.
Until now, she thought that her strong parents would not be affected by silly memories of Goldilocks. Apparently, her parents weren't as strong as she thought they were. "Their gone. They were behind you, anyway. The coast is clear, but I do see a couple of people in the streets ahead of you. Move behind the telephone box between those the white and blue buildings, you'll be safe," Henry instructed.
Trusting Henry's words, Emma moved so quickly and quietly she could make a ninja jealous. "Alright, next street is empty, just, be careful of Grandfather," said Henry. Emma peeked around the corner of the telephone box. Sure enough, Rumpelstiltskin was working away in his shop.
"You think he's affected?" Henry asked the question Emma had on her mind. Emma flashed back to the night, still not believing it. Goldilocks. Gold's sister? How did I not see that coming? she thought to herself. "He'll be more affected than anyone else, I expect," she said. "Oh, yeah. Maybe. Move ahead, stay low, there's a long ledge under Grandfather's window, crawl under there to keep out of sight," Henry said.
Emma used her magic, floating on her stomach, an inch from the ground, and then stopped under Rumpelstiltskin's windowsill. She crouched underneath it, holding her breath. She quietly put an earplug to her ear, so only she would be able to hear Henry, as Rumpelstiltskin's window was open. "I know you can't speak, Mom. Good thing you used the earplug. Alright, Mom's house is just up onto your right. Grandma's flower bushes should give you a good cover on the sidewalk, if you float again," Henry said.
Emma nodded to herself. Henry was doing really well on keeping an eye out. She waggled her fingers, and made the sound of her magic as soft as she could, and floated on her belly, all the way to the row of bushes. She stopped, slipped under the little gap, and floated down the sidewalk again. "Your doing really well, Henry," said Emma.
"Thanks," Henry was glad to be appreciated for once. Everyone thought much less of him than what he really was. "Mom's house is right by you. Nobody's in the backyard with the apple trees, I can tell you that. The house looks empty, but you'll have to check the windows to be sure," said Henry. Emma checked the window. "No one there. I can't really tell, Henry," she said. "Oh, WAIT, Mom! I see her! She's at the grocery store," he said. Emma frowned, "Really? Okay, then."
Regina looked rather dull than blank, expression filling her face. Henry focused on the real mission, but that, was really bugging him. "She hides her keys under the flowerpot," said Henry. Emma grabbed the keys from under the flowerpot, and unlocked the door, then closed it gently behind her. "I can't help you now. But I'll tell you if she's coming back," Henry said. "Thanks," Emma said, turning off her walkie talkie.
She slowly slipped into Regina's office. It was filled with dull, ugly, evil looking paintings from her past. Regina hadn't bothered to really change it, it seemed. Like she was kind of holding onto her old self. Emma didn't want to look around too much. She opened the desk drawer, and saw a taped together picture of Robin and her. From the storybook. An alternative ending.
That was what she was holding onto.
Emma smiled at it. It's hope, Regina, she thought to herself, Like we are in this crisis. That's your hope. Emma quickly pushed the paper aside, and slipped the scroll out from underneath it. She saw a vial in the cupboard that Regina had spoken about, and obsessed over. She grabbed it. Then she heard Henry's voice again in her ear. "Mom, she's coming back! She's coming back!" cried Henry. Emma closed the drawer, and did a transporting and locking spell. To put the key back, and to lock the door again. "Escape through the apple garden!" said Henry, and Emma quickly slipped out of the house, just in time.
She realised they didn't have much for dinner, so she picked a few apples. "Mom, what are you doing? You've got to get moving... she's unlocking the door!" said Henry, and Emma heard a number of noises, and she quickly picked like, eight more apples, "Mom... Go... NOW!" Henry breathed, freaking out. "I'm leaving," whispered Emma, then she slipped out the gate, and she magicked up a basket, and carried the apples in it, and with Henry's guidance, went into the woods, unseen. She put the apples down, and showed Henry the scroll and the vial she grabbed.
"Why do you need that?" asked Henry, pointing at the vial. "Regina told me that one drop of this vial, out comes the Magician's assistant. He's been trapped in it, and you have to go to New York, for it to work," Emma explained. "New York?" said Henry, "That's a pretty long drive from here, Mom." Emma nodded, "I know. But it's worth it. We leave tomorrow, early morning," Emma said. Henry nodded. Emma started cooking some apple pie. No apple she could magic up was as good as Regina's apples.
While enjoy delicious apple pie, Henry and Emma heard a noise outside the trailer door. Henry looked out the window. A shadowy figure was lurking through the woods, keeping low. "I think we have a visitor," Henry said, fear flashing in his eyes.