Emma enters the house, with her gun drawn, ready to shoot any trolls that appear. In the back of her mind, she wonders what she would have said if someone had told her, she'd be in this situation last week.
Was it really less than seven days ago I had a normal life? she wonders. She sees her target, cutting short her self-reflection. Graham is unconscious on the floor, John—her father—is fighting off three of the trolls while Sean or Prince...she couldn't recall his fairy tale name...is fighting off another three that are trying to get to his father. The rest of the trolls are on the ground with various wounds, either dead or dying.
As she assesses the situation, one of the trolls gets through her father's defenses and knocks him to the ground. The troll raises his sword for a killing blow. Emma raises her gun without hesitation and fires a shot directly into his head. He falls to the ground, dead.
All the trolls look at the newest intruder, giving her father and Thomas enough of an opening to stab one of the trolls each through the heart. They quickly recover and the troll facing Thomas brakes off and races toward Emma, which leaves James, Emma, and Thomas facing one troll each.
Emma aims her gun to shoot the troll, but he is too fast and knocks the gun out of her hand. She quickly drops to the ground and grabs one of the dead troll's swords. Her friend Olivia once told her that she would one day thank her for the fencing lessons she made Emma take with her. She laughed at the time, saying that would happen when pigs flew.
Considering everything that's happened today, if flying pigs showed up, they would be the least unusual things I see, she thinks as she raises her sword to fight the troll.
"Surrender now and we won't hurt you," the troll says. "The people of your world are expects with your mechanical creations, but hopeless with true weapons as your bearded leader proved."
As he finishes speaking, she quickly brings her sword up and knocks his sword out of his hands. She then puts the blade to his throat.
"You were saying?" she asks.
He glances over to find that his remaining comrades have been defeated and are either dead or unconscious.
"You can kill me," the troll says, "but more will take my place."
"Kill him now," King Michael commands.
"No," Emma answers.
"I am a king," he says, outraged at her refusal. "This troll has threatened my life and that of my son and daughter-in-law and sought to kidnap my granddaughter. Who do you, a person born in this limited world, think you are? You think you have the right to tell me what I can or can't do?"
"First of all, you are not in your kingdom or even your world," Emma states angrily, making sure not to take her eyes off the troll. "Second, in this world we have things called justice and due process. Third, I'm the kid's godmother and the only reason the baby is still with you and not with Mr. Gold or whoever he intended to give her to. Fourth, not that it should matter, but I was born in your world and I am a princess. Finally, if all that means nothing to you, it seems wise to question the troll to find out why they wanted to kidnap Alexandra and if reinforcements are likely to show up to try again."
At her chastising, the king seems deeply ashamed. "I am sorry, my lady," the king says, as his anger deflates. "When my memory returned, I felt great shame at the way I treated Ella, Thomas, and the baby in this world. I remember when you first came here when I was still under the curse to try to help Ella and the child and I brushed you aside without a thought. I am deeply ashamed of my actions and am in your debt."
While the king talks Prince Thomas grabs some of the chains the trolls had, and securely ties up the remaining troll. James checks to make sure that all of the trolls are indeed dead. He then checks on the now-stirring Graham.
"I accept you apology," Emma says. "I should also apologize to you. I was angry at you for the way you treated Ashley and Sean..." She turns to the prince. "What's your real name by the way?"
"Thomas," he answers, "and my father is King Michael."
"Thank you," Emma says, before turning to address King Michael again. "Only now do I realize the main reason you treated them so badly was the curse."
"Apology accepted," King Michael answers, sitting down. He begins to clutch his chest.
"How are badly are you injured?" Emma asks in concern.
"It is nothing, just a flesh wound," the king replies. "My healers can patch it up in...Oh, wait I don't have healers here. Well I will just make-do with the hospital. I think some of my healers ended up there."
"How's Graham?" Emma asks James.
"I'm fine," Graham says. "I'm just not much of a swordfighter in this world, I guess."
"You weren't much of one in the old world either," James says. "You were more of a tracker. You really didn't participate in many swordfights from what I'm told."
"Well that makes me feel better," Graham says. "At least I still have that skill in this world. Well, I better let the others know it's safe to come in."
"One thing confuses me, though," King Michael says to Emma, as Graham exits the house. "You said you were born in our world and that you are a princess, but I knew all the princesses of our world, or at least have seen pictures of them, and you do not look familiar. Furthermore, the curse did not trap you in Storybrooke with the rest of us. How can that be?"
At his question, James' head snaps up and he stares at the woman in front of him. He had only spent time with her when she came to 'his' house a few days ago to tell him his name wasn't David Nolan and Kathryn wasn't his wife. He never really caught her name, but at the time, he thought she seemed familiar to him. Less familiar than Mary Margaret was, but still familiar. Hope awakens in his heart at the thought.
"Emma?" he asks his voice thick with hope.
"Yeah, it's me," Emma says awkwardly, not sure how to handle this situation.
"My beautiful baby girl," James says, rushing over to hug her.
"What's going on?" King Michael asks in confusion.
"Emma is King James' and Queen Snow's daughter," Jiminy Cricket began to explain. He had come in with Emma and is now on the living room table, where he jumped before she started fighting the trolls. "There was a prophecy stating that they needed to get their daughter to safety and that on her twenty-eighth birthday she would return to break the curse and start the final battle."
"I thought Snow was having a boy?" Thomas asks confused.
"A bit of misdirection to protect her," James answers, letting go of Emma. "Snow's mother made a dying prophecy when she was a girl."
"Prophecies," King Michael says in disgust, "I hate prophecies. They're always so dark. Just once I would like to hear a prophecy without death, suffering, or great challenges involved."
"If there was a prophecy predicting happiness without any suffering, there wouldn't be much need for the prophecy," James replies.
As he says this, Graham re-enters the house followed by Ruby, Snow, and Henry.
"Are these trolls dead?" Henry asks curiously, when he sees the trolls on the ground.
At his question, Emma, who was too involved in the battle, the argument with Michael, and the reunion with her father to pay attention to Graham when he said he was getting the others, now turns on him in full fury.
"You thought it was a good idea to bring my son into a house with dead bodies?" Emma asks in rage, advancing on Graham.
"Um…I didn't think," Graham stutters, backing fearfully away at the look in his deputy's eyes.
"You're damn right, you didn't think," Emma snaps before turning back to Henry and quickly dragging him out of the house before he can see any more of the trolls.
"Are you okay, kid?" Emma asks in concern.
"I'm fine," Henry says, apparently not relating dead trolls to dead people. "Did you kill any of them?" Then seeing her sword, his expression becomes even more animated. "Did you use the sword? Can I have one?"
As Emma tries to formulate a response, her parents come out of the house.
"Did this boy call you mom?" James asks in shock.
"Yes," Snow says. "This is your grandson, Henry. You remember I told you all about him when you were John. Try focusing on your memories."
"He doesn't remember his life as John?" Emma asks.
"He didn't really have a life as John," Snow says. "You told me that the queen didn't give him a manufactured identity like everyone else since he was supposed to stay in a coma for the rest of time. He woke up less than a month ago and didn't really attach himself to anyone here."
"I think I remember now," James says, "but I thought Henry was the mayor's son. Wait the mayor is the queen! Did she kidnap him?" he asks furiously.
"No!" Emma and Henry say at the same time.
"I had Henry when I was eighteen," Emma says. "In your world, having children at that age is normal, but in this world, for most it's considered too young and I wasn't ready to raise a child at that point, so I put him up for adoption, hoping he would find a good home."
"And he ended up with the queen instead?" James asks. "What of the father? How could he not have offered to help you raise his own son? I swear when I find him, I will kill him for such a disgrace."
Emma lowers her head in grief. James, recognizing the look, quickly goes over to comfort his daughter.
"I'm sorry," James says gently. "I didn't know."
"My father's dead?" Henry asks.
"Yes," Emma says. "When I found out I was pregnant, we were both in separate states going to our respective colleges. I had a feeling if I told him, he would help me raise you, but I wasn't ready for that type of commitment and he had dreams of going to medical school, so I never told him about you."
"How did he die?" Snow asks.
"His father was killed in the attacks of 9-11," Emma explains. "After that he joined the army. Two years later he was killed in Afghanistan."
"I'm sorry," James says, going over to comfort his daughter, while Snow comforts Henry.
After a few minutes of crying at the remembrance of her lost love, Emma walks over to her son.
"How are you?" she asks.
"I'm okay, I guess," Henry says. "I always wanted to know about my father, but I figured you weren't ready to tell me about him. I don't really know how to feel."
"I'll tell you all about him," Emma says quietly. "I think he would want you to know."
"You can tell him later," Snow says. "We still have these portals to deal with."
Meanwhile, Thomas and Ruby are helping his father out of the house followed by Ella carrying Alexandra while Graham moves the troll.
"We need to get to the hospital," Thomas says. "My father is starting to get worse. Once there we'll need to come up with some kind of strategy to deal with this mess."
"We can interrogate the troll there," Graham says. "We'll make the place our temporary headquarters since a lot of the injured will be brought there."
"Good plan," Emma says her previous rage at Graham put aside in the face of the coming trials.