No flashing images, no swirl of indecipherable shapes, no chaos. Everything is calm, warm, loving. Emma reluctantly opens her eyes, she looks down and sees Regina sitting in a chair passed out on Emma's lap- holding her hand. She sighed and looked around at the extinguished candles around the room. She smiled softly and moved her hand to stroke Regina's hair when suddenly the door burst open. Snow stopped dead in the doorway causing David to crash into her, and Henry into him. Regina's eyes fluttered open at the noise and she turned her head to see a fuming Snow.

"What have you done to my daughter?" Snow hisses as she surveys the room before turning her eyes to pierce the former queen. Regina took a deep breath and stood up to face Snow. She knew the look in her eyes for she held it in her eyes for years: rage. Looking down, she realizes that she's still holding Emma's hand, she quickly drops it and turns back to Snow saying calmly, "Look, I know this is a bit shocking, but…" Before she could finish her sentence, Snow launched forward smacking her across the face.

"NO! I don't want to hear it. You will not take my daughter from me a second time!" Emma lunged from her bed separating Regina and Snow, David pulled on his wife's shoulders, and Henry ran over to his mom before she could incinerate Snow, but just as he reaches her, she vanishes in a cloud of deep purple smoke. "Mom!" he yells.

Emma turns around to where Regina had just been standing, flipping back to her mother she screams, "Snow, what the hell?!" Henry shoots a glare at his grandmother and darts for the door, "I'm going to go find her."

David keeps a firm hold on Snow's shoulders, her face still fuming. Emma watches her son run out the door before turning to Snow, "Well great, mom. Just great. Thanks for ruining what was probably the best morning of my life."

"You don't know what you're saying, Emma. She's put a spell on you, or cursed you or something."

"Oh just fuck off." Mumbles Emma as she follows her son out the door.

Regina reappears in her living room, holding her stinging cheek with her left hand, her right placed on her stomach. She felt nauseous. Of all the surprises the last few seconds held, the most shocking to her was that her first instinct was to run- not fight. She remained in that position for what seemed like forever. Something in her refused to let her move. She heard the front door open and someone ran into the room.

"Mom!" said Henry out of breath. When she turned and faced her son, she broke down and fell to the couch. He ran to her side and wrapped his arms around her.

"I-I'm soo-oo, so-o-rry." She heaved. Henry kissed her head and drew her closer.

"You shouldn't be sorry, mom. You didn't do anything wrong. In fact, I'm really proud of you." Regina buried her face into her son's chest.

"H-how can you say that?"

"Easy. You conquered your fear and faced Ma, not to mention you faced Grandma without hurting her back. Don't tell me you're going to turn into a pacifist now, hmm?" He gave her a goofy grin that made her snort. "Come on, I know what'll cheer you up." He stood up and walked to the stereo. He knew exactly which CD to place in the player. When the music started, Regina gave a little laugh as she watched her son lip sync to "Wallflower" by Etta James

Hey baaaby. What I have to do? To make you love me too.

"Come on, mom you used to do this all the time to cheer me up when I was younger." He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.

You've got to roll with me Henry; Roll with me Henry; Roll with me Henry

He swung her around, pulled her close, twirled her around. Her smile slightly grew.

While the cats are ballin, you better stop your stallin, it's intermission in a minute, so we better get with it, roll with me Henry, you better roll it while the rollin' is on, roll on, roll on, roll on

She laughed hysterically as Henry contorted his face into exaggerated displays of cheerfulness as he continued to swing her around.

Roll with me Henry, Roll with me Henry…

Henry tripped over the coffee table and fell to the floor, bounced up and continued his lip syncing as his mom joined in and they laughed, danced, and lip synced harder. The music stopped and they fell into each other's arms laughing uncontrollably. Henry looked up, "Ma!" he spat out between giggles.

Sure enough there was Emma. Standing dumbfounded in the hallway still dressed in her hospital gown. "And here I was thinking I was going to walk into a nightmare, but instead I discover that hospital drugs are a lot stronger than I thought. Was I hallucinating just now?" Henry and Regina laughed harder before approaching Emma and pulling her into a hug. Henry removed himself from their arms and ran back to the stereo pressing play. Come on, moms… Etta James is still jammin'. He started shuffling backwards while snapping his fingers to, "Tough Lover." Regina smiled brilliantly at him before turning to Emma, "What do you say? Up to dancing?"

Emma stood with her mouth open, "Hell yeah, just watch the arm." Regina took Emma's good arm and they joined Henry in the living room-turned dance floor. He took turns twirling them around each other, criss-crossing his legs and swinging them around the room. He stepped back and watched them naturally fall into each other's arms, smiling and laughing. He watched them beaming and just as the song ended, the moment he had been waiting for finally arrived: with both smiling wildly, they brought their lips together. He ran to his moms and wrapped them both in a tight squeeze, "Fiiiiiinalllly!"