"Emma, this isn't really appropriate," Archie said. "You are supposed to be building trust with Regina, not taking things that belong to her."

"I told you, she is at the hospital, she's sedated, I will have this sketchbook back before she wakes and she will never know," Emma said holding out the book to him again.

Archie sighed and took it, opening it up and carefully going through the pages. Emma paced while he took his time. Her nerves had been getting to her more and more. After Regina had refused to go to the hospital, Emma went with Dr. Whale's plan, although she wasn't happy about it. But Whale was right, they had put off making Regina go to the hospital for too long. Whale gave Emma a powdered sedative to put in Regina's food that night and once she was out, she was loaded in an ambulance and transported. Henry was with her parents at the hospital.

Emma had arranged to come to Archie's even though it was late so she could talk to him about this sketchbook. Regina was in her office every day with the thing and Emma wanted Archie's opinion of it.

"Have you looked through all of this?" Archie asked her.

"Of course," Emma said.

"Emma, sit, please."

She took a seat although she didn't want to. It had been a few days since her last flash of memory or whatever it was with Regina. She had told her parents and Archie, had consulted Tink and Blue but no one seemed to have any answers for her. Tink was the only one who offered up anything and it wasn't much. Tink remembered one of the Lost Boys had spoke of his home and how there were fairies there too, but they were also children. But beyond that she didn't know anything.

"Now you seem a little distressed about this sketchbook, why?"

"Are you kidding me? Look at it."

"I did. And again I will caution you about invading Regina's privacy," he said. "But these are only sketches, pictures of things in her mind that she is putting down on paper."

"That's it, that's my point," Emma said getting to her feet. "Look at what she's drawing." He had the book open on his lap and she pointed at a picture. "Like that, who the hell is that?"

"Well it's quite an amazing drawing of Paul who works down at the used car lot, although this is clearly him as a guard in the Enchanted Forest."

"Exactly. First of all, Regina wouldn't buy a used car. Secondly, some guard, like she would notice some guard back in the Enchanted Forest. This is someone she probably never looked twice at in either place. The sketches are all like that. They are either people here in town who would have been completely insignificant to Regina or people who I don't even know if they are in this town or not."

"I fail to see why this is worth getting agitated about."

"Where are the pictures of Henry, or Snow, or …"

"Or you?"

"My point is these are like random people. Outside of Dr. Whale she hasn't done one of anyone that impacted her life. Why?"

"Because she isn't ready yet for those kinds of drawings," he said simply. "These sketches, they are a good thing. It's Regina's way of expressing things that are in her head, giving them an order that maybe her mind isn't ready to give her. It's why I got her this sketchbook, although it appears she is almost ready for another one."

"I'd also like to know where this talent for drawing came from," Emma said. "I've asked around and no one knew Regina had any skills at art. And these drawings look an awful lot like what I saw in that book that the old man had."

"The old man, you said she sketched him," Archie said.

"Here," she said taking the book from him and find the picture before handing it back. There were now a couple of different sketches of the man and his home adorning a couple of pages in the book. "I tried asking her about it, again, but she either doesn't know what I am talking about or she is refusing to talk about it."

"Which do you think it is?"

"I don't think she has a clue quite honestly. It's like having to babysit a child," Emma said, the frustration clear in her voice. "I took her to work with me the last couple of days because I didn't know what else to do with her and do you know what she did all day? She sat in the interrogation room not saying a word either sketching in that damn thing or looking at some of Henry's comics books – books I am not sure she can even read. We're no closer to figuring out what happened to her and if someone did come out of that well, they are doing a damn good job of laying low."

"You need a break," Archie said simply. "How about tomorrow, I go to the mansion and stay with her for the day? It will give you a day away from having to worry about her being alone and it will give me a chance to administer a few tests, maybe find out if she is reading those comic books or merely looking at the pictures."

"No offense Archie, but if Regina is in some sort of danger, you aren't exactly the person I would have watching over her."

"No offense taken," Archie said. "But what are you going to do, just keep taking her to work with you? It's one day Emma, let's see how it goes."

"Fine," she said. "It might be a good idea to have you there when she wakes up anyway in case she realizes I had her sedated."

…

Emma was at home by the time the ambulance came to drop off Regina. She left it to the EMTs to get her back upstairs.

"How did it go?" she asked her parents.

"She woke briefly but Whale got her sedated again before she fully registered where she was at," Snow said.

"The good news is, he said she is healing fine," her father added. "The cast can come off in another two weeks, of which I am sure Regina will be grateful."

She had scratched and rubbed the area raw around it and even that cream Whale had given her didn't seem to be helping much.

"We will probably have to sedate her again to get her to the hospital to get it off," Emma said. "And her waking up without it will be hard to explain."

"Dr. Whale asked if she had done any other drawings," Snow asked.

Emma gave her a curious look.

"He has the one of him in frame in his office," Henry said. "I guess some of the staff wanted to know if she had perhaps drawn anymore people from before – from before Storybrooke. I wasn't sure what to tell him.

"Um wow," Emma said. "She has done more drawings – that sketchbook is nearly full, but I don't know that she is going to be giving anymore of them out."

"What did Archie say about the drawings?" Snow asked.

"He thinks it's a good thing. He thinks this is her brain's way of processing things and that perhaps the random people are because she's not ready to think about people who were closer to her yet. Speaking of Archie, he is going to be here in the morning and spend the day here watching over Regina. He hopes to get her to talk more and give her a couple of cognitive tests."

"Well it's getting late and we should be getting home," Charming said.

"Yeah, I'm going to get some sleep too while she remains sedated," Emma said. The last couple of nights had been erratic again, and last night she had stayed in the room once more to sleep. Regina had stayed on the floor, but she seemed to sleep peacefully for the later part of the evening.

Once her parents left she and Henry got ready for bed. Emma checked on Regina once more before heading off to the guest bedroom to sleep.

Regina woke feeling groggy and confused as to why she was on the bed. It was dark in the room but she didn't remember going to sleep. She got off the bed and went to the bathroom, still trying to wake up completely. When she returned to the bedroom she walked over to the window and looked outside.

The sky was overcast with only the barest glimmer of moonlight. Her mind homed in on another night sky in another time and place, one she experienced while lying on the grass in a field more than a mile from her home. She remembered the excitement and fear she felt in sneaking out of her room that night and making her way out to the field where she could lie and watch the clear sky full of stars. The only thing that could tear her eyes away from the beauty of that sky was the man who lay there beside her, smiling at her.

"I thought you asked me out here to look at the stars," she commented.

"I did," he said, the smile never leaving his face. "I can't help it if I would rather look at you."

She felt the blush on her cheeks and she reached out and touched his hand.

"Daniel," she whispered.

"I love you," he said to her.

The words made her heart feel like it was filling up with air and would burst from the sheer power of those three words.

"I love you too," she said back to him, knowing it was true even though she had never said it to him before. She scooted closer to him and he took her in his arms and kissed her.

Regina was knocked from the memory of it – realizing it was indeed a memory, but that realization wasn't what cut it off from her consciousness. No, it was the movement of a shadow out in the yard. She remained still, not daring to move, as the shadow moved again, away from the fence that closed in the back yard and more into the open.

She felt alone suddenly, defenseless, but she couldn't bring herself to move from the spot even as the person in the yard stopped moving toward the house and stopped there near the apple tree and looked up at her. She could tell he could see her – at least the outline of her in the window – and she wanted to retreat from that gaze before he saw more than just her outline but she couldn't seem to make her feet move.

Then she watched as he seemed to be waving to her, no not waving, but using his arm to beckon to her to come to him. She couldn't make out his features as he was too far away, yet he was definitely trying to motion to her to come there.

"Daniel," she said out loud. She had just been thinking of him, remembering him, could that be him down there, she wondered. Finally finding her ability to move she quickly left the room and hurried down the stairs to get to the back door in the kitchen that would lead to the back yard.

She got to the door, her hand on the doorknob as she peered out into the darkness. The man must have seen her there because he began to walk to the door. As he got closer a light suddenly turned on outside, illuminating his face for the first time.

It wasn't Daniel.

When the light came on the man stopped briefly but now he hurried to the door as she backed away.

"Emma!" she screamed as she threw his weight against the door. It held, but she turned and fled and as she was exiting the kitchen she heard the door splinter open behind her.