"Is this your mom's?" Emma asked as she stepped out of the bathroom of Granny's wearing the silky blue shirt that Henry had given her. They were having an after school snack as Henry worked on his math worksheet. He was a good kid. Regina really had trained him well.

"She's never notice." The kid assured her. "Plus, you needed a clean shirt."

"Why?"

"Because your outfit is an extension of yourself. No one will respect you if you can't dress nicely." Emma smirked.

"Regina used to tell me that."

"What?" Henry asked, and Emma realized her mistake.

"Don't you have to get home, kid?" Emma asked, changing the subject.

"Not yet… Oh! I need to tell you, I've been gathering Intel for Operation Starling."

"Operation Starling?" Emma asked.

"Finding my birth mother is a covert operation," Henry explained. "I thought it would be best to use a code word."

"Yeah, but Starling?"

"It's a type of bird. My substitute teacher suggested it. She's Snow White."

"So what type of Intel did you find for Operation Starling?" Emma asked, declining to comment on the fact that he thought his teacher was Snow White.

"You said that it would be easier to find her if you had a name, so I figured that would be on my birth certificate. I did some snooping and I found a secret compartment in the wall
of a closet."

"Lots of people have those."

"But inside was a safe for 'important documents.' If you can help me get it open, then we can look at my birth certificate and find out the name of my birth mother."

"I think there's a much better approach than breaking into your mom's safe."

"Like what?" Henry asked.

"Talking to her."

"You would do that?"

"You can do that."

"She's not going to tell me the truth." Henry protested. "If she even tells me anything," he added.

"Don't say that. Your mom loves you."

"She doesn't. She's evil."

"Look." Emma said, her voice commanding. "I brought you back home to a mother who truly cares for you, whether you can see that or not. No everyone has that. I certainly
didn't."

"What are you talking about?" Henry asked as they exited the diner.

"Get in the car, kid. I'm taking you home."

"You know I have a name? It's Henry."

"Yeah kid, I know."

Apparently Regina had returned home earlier than Henry had expected, and she was not happy. But then again, Emma hadn't seen her happy in a long time.

"Miss Swan, I should have known that you would be behind my son's latest disappearance."

"I'm just here to bring him back, Madame Mayor."

The kid ran into the house, past his mother.

"Do your homework!" Regina called after him.

"He's a good kid," Emma told Regina.

"Why are you suddenly so interested in my son all of a sudden?"

"It's not just him." Emma said, taking a step closer to Regina. "I want to make things right between us too."

"Then perhaps you should get out of my town."

"Regina," Emma pleaded, tugging on the sleeve of Regina's blazer, trying to pull her close.

"Enjoy my shirt," Regina replied, wrenching her arm out of Emma's grasp. "Because that's all you're getting."