I was meant to post this chapter during the weekend, but life got hectic. So without further ado, the new chapter for you guys.

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Mary Margaret took the lasagna out of the oven. She sniffed the air and smiled. "Smells fantastic. Can't wait for Emma and Dahlia to try it."

Speaking of the two of them, Mary decided that she will call them before dinner gets cold. She was about to walk out of the kitchen when the door opened. She saw that it was Emma. "I was about to call you."

"Smells good in here," Emma sniffed the air once she stepped inside the apartment. "What you making?"

"Well, since you told me that you never had homemade lasagna, I decided to make some," Mary Margaret grinned at her roommate. Her smile disappeared when she saw the pain expression on the blonde's face. "What's with the long face?"

"I just came to tell you that I'm leaving town," Emma explained to her roommate. "This time is for good."

"You're leaving?" Mary Margaret asked in surprised. She walked out of the kitchen, towards Emma. "What about your son, Henry?"

"Dr. Hopper says that Henry is going deeper into the whole fairytales thing," Emma sighed. "He thinks that if I try to fight custody of Henry, the judge will see how deep he is going with his imagination. There is still time for him to separate reality from fantasy."

"Oh Emma."

"I talked to Regina about it. And we came to an agreement that I will be able to visit him whenever I want. It's the best option for the three of us."

Sensing her friend's misery, Mary Margaret stepped out of the kitchen to give the blonde a hug. "If you think that this is the right choice, then I will support you."

"Does he know?"

Emma shook her head. "Not yet."

"I'm going to give you some privacy," Mary Margaret said. She hugged Emma one more time before heading to the front door

Emma was grateful that she would have the apartment by herself. She took the walkie talkie once Mary Margaret closed the door behind her. The blonde took a deep breath before calling Henry, hoping he had the other walkie with him.

Dahlia followed Regina around the cemetery. She didn't know how a tomb would explain the mayor's actions. She warily glanced around her, just in case someone else was following. She almost bumped in Regina when the older woman stopped walking.

"We will go in there," Regina nodded to the mausoleum that was in front of them.

The teen frowned. "What's in there?"

Regina didn't answer her and went towards the wooden doors. Dahlia followed behind and waited until she unlocked the doors. Her eyes immediately landed on the coffin that was in the middle of the stone room. She glanced at Regina, who stepped inside.

"I'm not in the mood of seeing a dead body," the teen said, standing close to the entrance.

"It's not a real coffin."

"What?"

The mayor stood next to the stone coffin and began to push it.

"Unbelievable," Dahlia's eyes grew in wonderment. She could some stone steps leading down the mausoleum.

"Don't touch anything unless I tell you to," Regina glanced at her daughter before walking down the steps. Seconds later, she could hear the teen following behind.

The sixteen year old warily looked around her once she reached the last step. She frowned in confusion as to why there was a mirror handing to the right. She heard Regina walk away and she was about to follow when something ahead caught her attention. She could see rows and rows of what look like some sort of vault. She walked into that direction but felt a hand in her wrist, stopping her from getting a closer look.

"You don't want to see what's inside there," Regina softly said. "Trust me."

With one last glance at the vault, Dahlia followed the mayor into a big stone room. What immediately caught her attention were the chests that were scattered around. They look antique and some were a bit dusty.

Regina went to stand to the one that was resting against a wall. She crouched down in front of it, running her fingers against the leather. She turned to stare at her daughter and motioned her to get closer. "All the answers that you seek are in here."

"What's in it?" Dahlia asked, sitting on the floor, next to Regina.

"Open it and find out."

Dahlia hesitantly undid the latches of the leather case. When they were undone, she cautiously opened it. She could see books, trinkets. a navy blue cloak, and a bow and arrow. As cool as it was, she didn't know what all of those things had to do with Regina's actions. "I don't understand. What does all of this have to do with my sister's been set up?"

"Don't you see?" Regina picked up one of the arrows. "Have you seen this before? Try to remember."

"I don't need to because I never did," Dahlia shook her head. "Why would I need those anyways? I don't hunt."

"The dreams that you had are not dreams. They are memories."

Dahlia rolled her eyes. "Is this what you brought me here for? To convince me that Henry was telling the truth the whole time? Of Emma been the savior and she is the only one that can break the curse?" The teen sighed in frustration. "I gave you one chance to explain your actions but instead your showing me something else. I'm out."

"Don't go!" Regina desperately clutched her daughter's arm. "Everything that Henry said was the truth. I did cast the cruse that brought us her. The book that your sister," she spat venomously at the mention of Mary Margaret, "gave to him is about our lives in the Enchanted Forest. Snow and Charming took you away from me and I wanted you back with me, where you belong. Casting the curse was the only way for us to be family again."

"It's not real! The whole curse and savior thing is just make believe!" Dahlia denied. "They are just stories. And my dreams are just dreams. Not memories!"

Regina let go of her daughter's arm and took out the bow and arrow. She placed them on the floor next to them, and started to move things around the chest. She soon found what she was looking for and clutched it. "Is this one of the things you saw in your dreams?"

"That's not possible." Dahlia stared in disbelief at the stuffed bunny that Regina was holding. She remembered it very well. It was in the last dream she had, "Floppy." She shook her head in denial and stepped away from Regina and the chest. "No. This is not happening. It's one of your mind games, isn't? You bought this."

"This is the exact same rabbit that was in your memory," Regina explained. "It was a present from my father when you were born."

"I don't believe it."

"The necklace that you are wearing right now, I gave that to you when you became of age," Regina glanced at the golden necklace around her daughter's neck. "My mother passed it on to me and I wanted to pass it over to you. You have never taken it off since I gave it to you."

The teen didn't know what to say. All of this was too much to her. What if this is one of Regina's games? What if the mayor was still playing a sick twisted game?

"Just take it," Regina extended her hand that was the stuffed rabbit. "

Dahlia stared at the older woman's eyes. She didn't see any malice behind them. She saw desperation and honesty behind those dark brown eyes. Slowly, Dahlia took the stuffed animal in her hands and stared at it. She felt something in her chest. Like happiness that she was holding the rabbit in her hands again. She brought it close to her face and sniffed it. It smelled like apples. It was the same smell that Regina would carry around her.

It smelled like…home.

Dahlia gasped as she held the rabbit tightly in her hands. She saw images flash in her mind rapidly. Herself running in the forest with Ike on her side…throwing snowballs at her mother and hiding behind trees…helping her sister hunt…she and Sam talking…more and more images came to her. She didn't know how long it lasted but it felt like hours. Finally, the images stopped.

"Dahlia?" Regina whispered to her daughter.

The teen glanced at the woman across from her. She let out shaky breath before saying, "Mom?"

Emma zipped her last shirt in her suitcase. She glanced around the apartment. She was going to miss this place very much. But she had to do it for Henry. If her leaving was the answer for him to stop going further into his imagination, then it will all be worth it in the end.

She turned to look at the door when it opened. She felt her chest started to pound rapidly in nervousness when she saw her son walking in the apartment. Emma felt her stomach drop when she saw the smile on his face. It will soon be gone when she tells him the news of her departure.

"You sounded weird when you called me in the walkie talkie," Henry curiously said to his mother. "Is everything alright? Does it have to do with Operation Cobra?"

"Listen kid," Emma said, running her hands through her blonde hair. "I have some news for you. You might want to sit down for this."

Henry shrugged and took a seat on one of the bar stools by the counter. "What's up?"

"I talked to Archie earlier today," Emma began to explain. "After our little it made me realize something. I think it's best if you stay with Regina while I leave town…for good."

"What?" Henry asked horrified.

"But that doesn't mean I won't get to see you," she hurriedly said. "Regina and I have come to an agreement. I will still get to visit whenever I can as how many times I want. I will still be part of your life."

"You can't leave!" Henry jumped out of the stool. "What about Operation Cobra? You have to break the curse!"

"Henry, stop it!" Emma exclaimed. "There is no curse! It's just a fairytale. The people in this town are not characters from your book!"

"Yes they are!" Henry argued. "August is turning back to wood because you won't believe! You have to start believing!" He desperately glanced around when his gaze landed on the apple turnover by the end of the counter. "Where did you get that?"

"You're mom gave it to me for the road," Emma dismissively said. "Don't try to change the subject."

"Don't eat it! It may be poisonous!"

The blonde sighed in aggravation. "It's just food henry. It doesn't have any sort of poison in it."

"Yes it does! I will show you!" Henry said before grabbing it and taking a bite.

Emma raised an eyebrow. "You see. No poison." Soon enough, she saw Henry fall down to the floor. She rolled her eyes. "Stop playing, kid." When he didn't move, Emma started to get annoyed. "I mean it Henry, stop it." As the seconds ticked and her son didn't move, she started to panic. "Henry!"

"You have no idea how long I waited for you to call me that again," Regina whispered, hugging her daughter. "My little light."

Dahlia hugged her mother back tightly. She could smell the apples that her mother would always carry with her. She felt at ease, protected, whenever she could smell that smell. "Twenty eight years to be exact."

"It felt more like an eternity." The mayor kissed Dahlia's dark hair. "But now you have your memories back. And we can be a family again."

"What about the others?" Dahlia stepped out of her mother's embrace. "Don't you think they deserve to have their memories back?"

"The only way for the rest of them to get their memories back is if Miss Swan breaks the curse," Regina explained. "Snow and Charming will take you away from me again. I can't allow that."

"It isn't fair for them mom," Dahlia said. She didn't know the happiness that spread through her mother's chest when she heard her say 'mom' again. "They deserve to have their memories."

"I can't. I'm sorry," Regina grasped one of her daughter's hands. She brushed her thumb softly against the back of the teen's hand. "The only people that I want with me are you and Henry."

"What happened to grandpa?" Dahlia suddenly asked. "I saw his name on the stone in the mausoleum. Did he die back in the Enchanted Forest?" The teen didn't remember seeing him anytime in Storybrooke in the past twenty eight years.

"That's something that we should talk about later," Regina didn't felt like talking about that right now. She hoped that her daughter would forget. But knowing her well, Dahlia will ask once the opportunity will arise.

Dahlia narrowed her eyes but didn't argue about it. She will have to ask her mother later. "Okay, fine."

The sharp ringing of Regina's phone echoed in the room. Regina took her cellphone out and frowned when she recognized that it was Dr. Whale's number. "Hello?"

Dahlia glanced down at her rabbit while she waited for her mother to finish her call. She walked back to the chest and put it back in there. She was about to grab her bow and arrow when she heard the panic in her mother's voice.

"I will be right there," Regina quickly hanged up and grasped her daughter's arm, pulling her with her towards the exit.

"Did something happen?" Dahlia asked. She could see the fear in her mother's face as she pulled out of the room. "Is anyone hurt?"

Regina shakily said, "Henry."

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