Emma sat on the side of Henry's new bed and looked down at her son, who was cuddling into his blankets. The sight of mi sleepy and safe made her smile despite her own growing weariness. He was so tall now. It seemed like just yesterday he was this small kid who needed her help but now he was practically an adult. He was almost as tall as her and everyday he continued to amaze her with his maturity.

Still, she could tell he was shaken by the premonition of her death and truthfully she was too. The idea of missing out on anymore of his life was upsetting but being the savior was who she was. If it really was her fate to die then she couldn't avoid that anymore then she could change the color of her eyes or who her parents were.

"Let's go canoeing." She blurted out. She didn't know what he made her say it but as soon as the words left her mouth it felt right.

Henry's eyes flickered a little and he frowned up at her in confusion. "Canoeing? Like, in that narrow boat and with oars and stuff."

"Yeah, the whole shebang. Just me, my awesome kid, that's you, and the great rivers of Maine."

"Not that I don't want to spend the day with you and all but why canoeing? Why not play to our strengths, you know, arcades, the movies, maybe an investigation?"

Emma swatted her hand in exaggerated dismissal. "We do that kind of stuff all the time. I want this to be special."

"Because…because you might..might not be around much longer." Henry said, looking down and slumping sulkily. Emma moved a hand to her son's shoulder.

"Come on, kid. Let's not focus on that. I beat Gideon today and that's all that matters."

"But for how long? What about if he comes back and you can't beat him."

She rubbed his shoulder comfortingly and smiled at the kid. "Henry, there are no guarantees in this world. It's like my dad said, we have to live for the moments. If we're always worrying about the future we won't get to enjoy the present."

Henry didn't answer but seemed to think about her words for a bit. Moments passed with Emma rubbing circles on his should with her flat palm. Eventually Henry lent over and gave Emma a small hug.

"Canoeing sounds great, mom. I'll message Regina and we'll go tomorrow."

Emma smiled and moved off of the bed and into the doorway where she lingered for a moment "It's a plan. Goodnight kid."

"Goodnight mom."