Charming raced up the stairs to the station where Emma and I were waiting. "Henry called you?" He asked in belief. After I gotten over the astonishment of it all, I had called Snow and Charming, telling them they needed to meet me at the Sheriff's station. I nodded my head, ducking into the building, getting away from the wind that had picked up recently. Emma's eyes were wide as she looked around the jail house, trying to soak things in. Snow and Neal walked behind us at a safe distance, not wanting Emma to feel threatened.

"He called me, told me that he was scared and that he loved me, and then I could hear someone in the background telling him to hurry up. Then he hung up on me." I gave Charming my phone, letting him look at the number, and figure out if he could do anything to track it. I knew it was possible to track it, but none of us had the expertise.

After a few moments he let out a huff, "If we had her," he signaled towards Emma. She was the only one in the town who had the professional training in this sort of thing. 'Ugh, why did she have to get turned into a toddler the same time as our son went missing?' I started pacing back and forth, trying to figure out something to do. After Henry had hung up on me and I had called in the idiots, I had been trying non stop to call him back, but sadly there was no answer.

I was in the middle of my pacing when a small hand grabbed my skirt, startling me. "Gina?" she asked, halting my administrations. "Up?" she held her arms up, her green eyes flickered towards Snow for a moment, and I saw a flash of fear run through the emerald orbs. Once she had wrapped her arms around my neck, and had settled into me, I resumed my pacing, trying to figure out a way to find out who had Henry.

For nearly an hour the three adults in the room spouted off random things we could do when I felt Emma start to fall asleep in my arms. I gently walked over to the bed in the jail, while telling Snow and Charming to talk quieter, and placed her on the metal. It was just then that Gold decided to run into the station, his cane only letting him go so fast.

"Dearies, I have something that might interest you," he insinuated, placing the silver band on the floor; it was another video message of Henry.

Glancing back over at Emma, I made sure she was sleeping, before I took a few more steps towards the image. Henry was slumped over in a corner of some room, his clothes torn, tears running down his face. His arms were wrapped around himself, and it looked as if he was asleep. I slid to the floor, trying but failing to throw on my mayoral mask before I started crying for my baby. I watched as a black figure walked into the room, and reached down to grab Henry by the arms hard. He woke up immediately, but was gagged and tied up before he could scream. The black figure than picked his body half off the ground, dragging him out of the shot.

The image faded away into the ring, leaving me staring at the wall on the other side of the room. I could feel my breathing becoming faster, signaling a panic attack. I bent down, burying my head in my hands, trying to pretend like I was the only person there. I had always known the triggers for my panic attacks, but normally I had the opportunity to rush into a nearby meeting room or something, but now I had a child missing, and one to that was sitting a few feet away, asleep.

A few minutes later I felt a hand land on the top of my back, running up and down, trying to comfort me. "It's okay," Snow whispered, when I didn't look up. "We'll find him, family always finds each other." her voice died off, as if she didn't believe the words she was saying.

It had been nearly a week, and there was still no sign of what happened to Henry. Charming and Snow had left Neal with Ruby, and had been out looking for him at every available moment. So far Emma and I had ventured very little outside the hotel room, only for us to go to the town hall so I could grab some work to do. I could tell Emma had started to become antsy, not being able to run around as much in the 2 rooms, so I decided to take her to the park today.

I watched as Emma ran up and down the play equipment I had built for Henry a couple of years ago, when I was trying to wean him away from believing in the curse. Sitting on the grass and reading over a few documents, my head jolted up when the blonde toddler started crying. There were other parents and children all around us, everyone staring when I made the quick dash to the young girl who had fallen from the monkey bars.

"Shh, princess," I whispered into her hair when I picked her up. She had tears streaming down her face, as I sat there on my knees in the middle of a park in my power suit. I helped her stand up so I could make sure there wasn't any blood coming from anywhere. Emma only lasted a second before she had launched herself back around me, not wanting to be alone for a second.

Trying to ignore the staring eyes, I walked calmly back over to the blanket I had set up earlier, and cleaned up the few papers that had flown around; all the while an abnormal sized savior was clinging to my neck. The two of us left the park soon there after, my stomach turning in knots as I could hear the town's people whispering behind my back.

I climbed into the back of the car with Emma, placing her in the car seat. She refused to let go, so I sat there for a while, rocking her back and forth, placing random kisses on the top of her head. My brain flashed back to when this exact same thing happened when Henry was growing up. We had sat in the back of my car for nearly an hour before he had agreed to sit in his seat so I could drive us home. But now, he was off somewhere missing, and I had no idea where he was.

Every night when Emma went to sleep, I would slip into the bathroom, and try and call Henry again. And every night, he never answered. I had started to worry that we were never going to find him again. By the time Emma and I reached Granny's, I could hear her stomach grumble.

"Are you hungry princess?" I asked, laughing.

"Yeah!" she answered with the enthusiasm of a toddler. We walked into the restaurant, and found a secluded table in the back. It was nearly empty, every adult who didn't have to watch a kid, was out in search of the town's truest believer. I don't know if it was just me or what, but the town seemed a lot more quiet without him running around talking to everyone he sees. With Emma she has a hard time trusting and talking to a person if she doesn't know them, sometimes physically leading me away from large groups of people.

Ruby brought over our drinks, I could see Neal in his car seat on the floor near the counter. I guess Snow and Charming were out leading another search party in the forest. She quickly took our orders, making sure not to touch Emma, and went back to simultaneously working and babysitting. Last time we had come in, and Ruby had accidently touched the savior on the shoulder, I had had a crying three year old for nearly two hours. I saw Ruby slink back into the shadows, seeing that she had upset the woman who used to be one of her best friends.

After Emma had calmed down, I had to go back to the restaurant and remind Ruby that the Emma now, wasn't the Emma we both knew. It's hard to understand when you've known someone for a few years, and then they are magically turned into a child, that they don't remember you at all. During the first few nights with her, I had to keep reminding myself that this wasn't the woman that had stolen my son from me the first time. But having her here as a toddler, has made realize how much I miss and adore, the adult version of her.

"Madame Mayor!" Granny yelled from the other side of the room, she was pointing out the front window at something in the street. She glanced back at me before throwing her dish towel down, and running out the front door, prompting me to follow her. I rapidly collected Emma into my arms, following Ruby and Neal out the door. I ran down the steps, and into the street. A small crowd was huddled around something on the road.

Placing Emma down on the ground, I pushed my way through the crowd. When I reached the center, I fell to my knees, lying unconscious in the middle of main street, was Henry. "Call Dr. Whale!" I barked at someone, I didn't have time to see who it was, before I was crawling the last few feet to my son. I ran my hand over his sweat and dirt covered forehead, "Henry?" I gathered him in my arms, unaware of all the people surrounding us.

I watched as his eye lashes flickered, fighting to wake up. He mumbled something I couldn't make out, and then went limp. 'Henry!' I cried, oblivious to the fact that the crowd had parted, in order to let Dr. Whale and a few doctors through. I was bent over his body, pressing my forehead against his, feeling my tears fall down my cheek, and land on his.

"Your majesty?" I heard a man say after clearing his throat. The rest of the town was silent, as I looked up to see who had spoken. "We need to get him to the hospital," Victor stated hesitantly. Carefully, I watched as he bent down next to me, taking Henry out of my arms, and placing him on a gurney.

"Would you like to ride with us?" one of the medical staff asked as Henry was pushed into an ambulance.

"No." I said, sniffing. I ran my hand under my nose suddenly, my spine straightening. 'Emma?' I swiveled around looking for the tiny head of blonde hair. The crowd had dispersed, all making their way towards the hospital, leaving the street fairly empty. My eyes scanned the street, not finding Emma anywhere. I heard Dr. Whale say something about going to the hospital, but I needed to find the toddler before I could leave. Sighing, I noticed she was sitting on the sidewalk, arms around herself, kicking a rock in the gutter.

"Come here Emma," I called, wishing I could leave her with someone else while I go and make sure my son was alright. Reluctantly she stood up, her eyes never leaving the ground, as she walked towards me. I bent down, wondering what had caused the abrupt attitude change. "Princess?" I cupped her chin in my hand, forcing her eyes to meet mine. "What's wrong?"

She just shrugged before stepping back out of my reach, and sticking out her hand. As we started walking towards the car across the street, I couldn't help but wonder what had gone on in that short amount of time to make her like this. Over the past couple days, she had been more outgoing and vocal with me, but now she a completely different person. I placed her in her car seat, our meals from earlier, completely forgotten. I buckled both of us before rushing off to the hospital to make sure my baby was okay.

By the time we reached the building, the parking lot was completely full. Parking on the street, I picked up Emma and all but ran into the building. It was nearly impossible to get through the crowd of people inside, but once we did, I walked right up to the lone nurse at the check in desk.

I cleared my throat professionally, trying to get her attention. "Excuse me?"

Her eyes jerked up when she heard who was talking. "Oh, Your Highness," I smirked as she stopped herself before bowing, 'Some habits die hard,' I joked in my head, laughing at how helpless she seemed.

"Where's my son?" I asked as authoritatively as I could. Having a three year old strapped to your hip, and a giant diaper bag was anything but menacing, but by the look on her face, it seemed to work.

She gulped before whispering, "We can't allow him any visitors right now."

I turned, ignoring her calls and pleas to stop, I stormed past the 'Doctors Only' sign, and walked briskly down the hallway in search of my son. A man ran around me, trying to stop me as I saw Dr. Whale come out of a room a few feet away.

"We can't-"

I neglected his weak testaments as I walked straight up to Victor. "What's going on?" I demanded, keeping the Evil Queen at bay for the sake of the small child I had in my arms. Emma shifted as Whale listed off the tests he wanted to run on my son, all the while trying not to tell me what was really going on. I placed her on the ground, not noticing when she took off down the hallway, towards Henry's room.

"He's in a coma Madame Mayor." Whale informed me professionally, as if was just another patient. Just then a thundering bang could be heard from my son's room. Victor's eyes met with mine for a moment, before the two of us made the short distance to see what the loud sound was.