Regina was with Henry at Grannies, they were laughing and really enjoying themselves. Emma watched from the window, she didn't want to interrupt, she didn't want to upset Regina yet again. She had been skating on thin ice the past few weeks, but now? She really needed her help. She didn't like to admit that, but as much as she wanted to help her daughter, she didn't know how. She didn't even know if Regina did either. She was stuck, and it was hard for her to admit that. Killian was already at the door, he was standing there waiting for her, Emma sighed walking into the building and heading straight over to Regina and her their son.

"Hey." She smiled tenderly, she ran a hand through Henry's hair softly, any other teenage boy would have told his mother off but Henry didn't mind too much.

Regina looked up at Emma and pressed her lips together.

"Giselle is missing." Killian told her since Emma wouldn't.

"What do you mean missing?" Regina asked him, frowning.

"She vanished into thin air, we assume that means time travel." Emma explained, she let go of Henry and crossed her arms, she was stressed, she had a piece of her vanish before her very eyes. She hardly even knew the kid but before she could she had disappeared right in front of her.

Regina grabbed her coat and rose to her feet, Henry stood up too. "Where are you going?" He asked, disappointed that their good time was ending so quickly.

"I have to go talk to Mr Gold." She told Henry, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

"Can't I come with you?" He asked, Regina thought about it, looking over at Emma's worried face. She looked back at Henry and nodded her head.

"Maybe he'll be nicer with his grandson in the room." She guessed, making her way past Emma and her pirate lover.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked her, following them.

Regina didn't bother turning around as she answered. "You went back in time, you changed everything. Rumple's the one who'll know what to do."

Rumple was sorting through all kinds of belongings in his store, his beautiful bride Belle was sitting at the counter reading, he smiled to himself, how did he become so lucky? This woman was all he could have ever wished for and there she sat, biting her lip as she fell captivated by the words on the page.

Of course Regina would be the one to disturb the peace he was feeling.

"What d o you think you're doing here?" Rumple asked her, standing in her way. He didn't want any trouble, especially not from her.

"Emma's daughter, the time traveller, she's lost somewhere on the time line." Regina filled him in.

Rumple frowned, "What daughter?" He asked, looking over at Emma who wore wide eyes.

"She's from the future, she travelled back here. It was taking a turn on her health. That's how we found her, passed out in the park. It's killing her."

Rumple looked at Killian and back at Emma, "Is it his?" He asked, feeling a pang in his heart. Henry might have been her first born, but he wouldn't be the love child of the couple who were in the book. His own son Neal might have been many things, but Rumple still didn't love the idea of Killian being the replacement not after all that had happened, but he knew what Neal would have wanted, he would have wanted him to help for Emma's sake, for Henry's.

"I'll see what I can do, I can't guarantee that I'll find the solution." He warned, taking a book from the shelf, Belle had since walked over, wanting to know what was happening.

"You have a daughter?" She asked Emma with a smile filled with awe. Emma nodded, still in disbelief.

Killian walked over to Rumple, he knew their history was messy and their present was shaky, but he also knew that Rumple would help Emma, even if it was to keep Neal from turning over in his grave.

"When Emma and I went back in time, did that change everything?" He asked, Rumple looked over at him and frowned. "Of course it did." He answered with hostility.

Killian nodded, "Was it our fault that she could do all of this?"

"It wasn't your fault that you jumped time in the first place."

Killian still looked unconvinced, Rumple sighed. "I mightn't be the greatest parent in the world, but there is little you could have done to change what's happening now." He said almost sympathetically.

Belle was gushing over Emma, her excitement over the Blonde having a daughter was enough for Regina to gag from. She stalked over to Rumple to demand what he had discovered, only to stop once hearing the conversation between the two men.

"My guesses are that she's gone back to the last place she thought about, so unless you know where that is, and you've found another way of travelling through time. You've lost her."

Regina watched the worrisome look on Killian's face, she knew that look. She had seen it many times before, in the mirror. He was a parent who had lost his child. She knew how that felt, every time Henry said he hated her, or when he chose Emma over her all those times. She knew exactly what it was like to lose a child and there he was, showing weakness in front of them all. The stupid pirate had already fallen for her, his daughter had already made him fall in love with her, his child. He already cared so much about someone he shouldn't have officially met for years to come. It was stupid, but not unreasonable. She understood it completely.

"What's wrong?" Emma asked, spotting the pirate's face. Killian looked at her and she saw the brokenness in his eyes, that's when she knew that was going on, she knew it too well.

"No" She shook her head, turning to Rumple. "You're going to search every single one of these books and you're going to find a way!" She cried, "Because if you don't, you're never going near my son again."

Henry knew better than to show his anger, he was sick of his mom using him as a bargaining tool to get what she wanted, but this time he understood where she was coming from, despite how badly he wanted to yell at her and remind her that he was her son, not a tool. He could see how much she was hurting, he could feel it.

Rumple looked over at Henry, the very last thing he had left of his own son and his face fell. He opened another book without another word.