Snow put the book into a bag with the rest of the supplies that had been donated to them from some people in the area. People could be very kind in this world, and while Snow appreciated it very much, she knew this still wasn't home. People treated her like she was crazy for believing she was Snow White, who was apparently just a character here. She had to be fake just to avoid being put into something called a 'mental hospital'. Snow didn't know what that was, and she didn't want to.

They had to act, and Snow was already tired of it – they'd only been here for nearly two months, and she already wanted to go home. She didn't know how she would make it eighteen years, until they would finally be able to see their friends again.

"Snow, Paul will be here soon… are you almost ready to go?" she heard Charming ask.

She straightened up and turned to him. "Nearly ready… I have to make sure Emma's changed."

"I already did," Charming replied. "While you were packing. She's fine now."

Snow gazed at him, before noticing their small daughter in a carrier at Charming's side, and gave him a relieved smile.

She watched him tug uncomfortably at the shirt he was wearing. They weren't used to clothing from this world yet – as much as they tried, but they both knew that they had to get used to it, especially since Charming was going to be working for Paul in those clothes.

"Do you have the book?" Charming asked as she stood up and grabbed a few of the bags, one going on her back, the other two in her hand.

Some people had given them things for the baby – minus a crib and changing table, those had been provided by the shelter, and Snow was grateful to them. Slowly, they were building a life in this world, and perhaps, they would be able to live a normal life here until they could go home.

"I have it… in this bag right here," Snow said, nodding to it. "I grabbed the other ones you were interested in too. Figured it'd be good to have them all together."

"Okay, good plan," Charming said, sitting next to her. "At least we'll be out of here soon…"

Snow shrugged. "I guess… but we're not going to be out of this world for eighteen years Charming…"

Charming sighed. "I know. I want to go back too but… we have to wait. At least we're together. Just remember that. We could have been separated."

Snow shivered. The thought of being separated from her daughter and husband was terrifying.

"Come on… let's go wait for Paul to arrive," Charming whispered, wrapping an arm around her and leading her out of the room. Snow looking around to make sure that everything that was left was supposed to be there for whoever needed to stay here next.

Snow curled into Charming's shoulder as they sat at one of the free tables in the dining area. Emma cooed and gurgled as Charming set her on the table, out of harm's way. Snow smiled, looking at her innocence. She was so filled with something Snow craved – purity. With Regina after her, she had become less of a queen and more of a thief, and that was the last thing Snow wanted for Emma.

Snow smiled, adjusting the blanket and stroking Emma's soft cheek. She was such a calm baby, something Snow appreciated. It was almost like she knew she was destined for something big.

"David, Mary-Margaret? You all packed and ready to go?" Paul's voice said from across the room. Snow looked up, seeing the man waving with a large grin on his face. She felt lucky that they had found someone that was willing to take them in

"Yes Paul… we're ready," Charming said, helping Snow stand up and grabbing the bags.

Snow held Emma's carrier, putting the lighter bag on her back. "Where is Owen?" she asked curiously.

"Ah… he's speaking with his doctor right now. We'll be picking him up in a few minutes," Paul replied.

Snow frowned a little. "Doctor? Is he ill?"

The man shrugged. "In a manner of speaking, you could say. He's been through a lot lately, and he needed to talk to someone that could get through to him better than I could."

Snow was confused as to what that exactly meant, so all she did was nod, wondering what was wrong with the boy. He seemed to be fine when they'd met with them earlier in the week.

Paul led them outside to a strange thing that they learned was called a 'car'. He opened something – a storage system, they put the few bags she and Charming had managed to get in it, Paul slamming it shut after.

"Alright…" Paul said, turning back to them. "Do you folks know how to secure the baby seat in the car?"

They both shook their heads. "I'm afraid we've never… been able to afford a car," Snow said, the lie slipping out before she could think about what she was saying. She supposed it worked, because Paul nodded, lifting Emma's carrier up carefully, and putting it in the car. Snow watched carefully, not wanting Emma to get hurt, and to figure out how this was supposed to work.

"There we go," Paul said, standing back up all the way. "You both can get in now."

They looked at each other, before Snow got into the free seat next to Emma, and Charming managed to sit next to her. Paul got into the seat in front of them, and the car rumbled, making them jump a little in shock.

They moved down the road, pulling up to a building that said 'Psychiatrist' on it. Snow wondered what that meant. Paul turned around, giving them a slight smile.

"I'm going to go in there really quick and get Owen. I'll be right back, alright?"

She and Charming nodded, and Paul left the car.

Snow let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding and looked at her husband. "This is… quite a machine, isn't it?" she remarked, looking over at Emma and wiping a little bit of spit from her cheek.

"It is. Gets us places faster than horse and carriage ever did," Charming replied. Snow turned back to him, and saw him looking out the window. "I'm glad we're out of that shelter though. Some of those other men… I didn't like the way they were looking at you."

She nodded in agreement. "I know. But we're out of there now… going to work on a farm. You'll enjoy that, right?"

Charming nodded. "Before Rumpelstiltskin took me away to take James' place, I… I always pictured my wife and children running around our farm after I'd inherited it from Mother… of course, that came a lot sooner than I thought it would…"

Snow felt a pang of guilt, knowing that if she hadn't fallen for King George's ploy, Ruth would still be alive. "I know Charming," she whispered. "You tried though… and she died happy."

Charming rested his head against hers. "I know. And now I have you and Emma to worry about."

Snow smiled and nodded. "You know I can take care of myself."

"Doesn't stop me from worrying about you."

Snow laughed as the doors to the car opened, Paul and Owen returning.

"Hello Owen," Snow greeted with a warm smile.

Owen though, didn't seem happy, greeting her with a slight nod. "Hello Mrs. White."

"Owen, you don't have to call me that. You can call me Mary-Margaret if you want," Snow told him.

"Oh," Owen said, his gaze turning to Charming. "Does that mean I can call you David?"

Charming nodded as the car sped up as they moved to a different road, Snow grabbing Charming's hand tighter. "Yes. David's fine," he told Owen.

"How far is the farm from where we are?" Snow asked.

"About an hour or so. Don't worry. The traffic's light this time of day," Paul explained. Snow smiled a little, pretending to understand what he meant. At least it wouldn't take so long to get to the farm.

When they arrived (it didn't feel like an hour at all) She couldn't help but notice the wide grin on Charming's face. The wide expanse of flat land was strange to her, but Charming looked right at home.

"Owen, why don't you show Mary-Margaret and David to the cottage?" Paul said. "I've got to check on the horses."

"Sure," Owen replied, quickly getting out of the car, walking toward a small cottage that was next to a larger home. Charming grabbed the heavier bags, leaving Snow to take Emma's carrier and the bag she'd filled with books.

"Home sweet home," Charming said as they gazed inside the front room.

It was small, bright, but it was together, and it was their home.