"…That's why we each camp is allotted a ration of supplies when the camp commences. Should any group of campers exhaust their supply, of say: toilet paper for example, there will be no more issued to any camp."

Regina stood in the main hall giving a cold and threatening lecture to all of the campers. The tone of her voice and the way she paced back and forth and searched the crowd looking for even the slightest shade of guilt to cloud the children's eyes left Emma shivering and unfortunately, tingling too. She hoped her campers had paid attention to which leaves wouldn't give you ass rash because by the sound of it no one would be getting anymore toilet paper for the rest of the month.

It almost seemed like the night before was a dream, but even her subconscious couldn't have been that explicit in what had transpired between her and Regina. If she had been dreaming, her dream self would have broken the rules and kissed her at the very least.

If she had been dreaming, her dream self would have not only kissed every inch of Regina's naked body, but most certainly her dream self would have had the good sense to take her from behind while she was her hands and knees. Emma's mind was drifting off again as she imagined what it would be like to have Regina like that: submissive and acquiescing as she worked her fingers in and out of her. Maybe sometime soon she could find out what sort of noises she'd make and…

Ruby was poking her arm Emma realized as she came out of her lucid fantasy. Regina had stepped down from the front of the hall and walked through each aisle personally glaring at every child as she made her way out through the front door. God, she was hot when she was authoritative and Emma wanted nothing more than to strip that power down. She blinked and finally focused on Ruby, who was frowning.

"Hello? Earth to Emma!" She waved a hand in front of her face to snap her back to reality.

"Sorry…not enough sleep last night," Emma fake coughed to hide her post-sex grin. She knew Ruby could tell something suspicious was up, or perhaps she was just worried about those who had dared to defile the Director's cabin.

"Hmm…on account of the practical jokers? So…I was asking…do you want to start on the searches before I send my campers over to the lake today?"

"Searches?" Emma took a bite of her bagel and knocked back a gulp of orange juice. She'd clearly missed something that was going on.

"To find the other shoe…" Ruby spoke slowly as if Emma was particularly dense. "Ms. Mills sent out an all staff bulletin with a description of a boy's sneaker size 8. We're supposed to keep it on the down low, but we'll be searching all of the kid's cabins until we find it."

"Oh…" Emma had a secret she'd been keeping for approximately 45 minutes now, but she needed more time to figure out how to handle it. When she'd seen that muddy shoe sitting by the door in the light of day she remembered exactly who it belonged to: the quiet, sweet, introspective kid that she actually liked and who already didn't fit in so well around the camp. The shoe was definitely Henry's. She'd seen him wearing the brown converse out at the lake.

She wanted to talk to him before things got blown out of proportion and Regina kicked him out. She contemplated speaking with Regina first as she was sure if Henry was responsible he only did it because he was being hazed or coerced. She looked around the room as the campers were slowly filing out. Mary Margaret took the whole camp on a two hour mandatory nature hike up the steepest hill in Maine.

Henry was nowhere to be seen.

"Sorry…Ruby, gotta go…" Emma gnawed off one more bite of her bagel and dumped the rest of her tray. She ran around the shuffling crowd of kids and out the door. First she inspected the outhouse and showers nearest to her camper's bunks. Shocked she found that there was still a full supply of toilet paper in the supply closet.

She arrived at her camp's bunk and looked down the rows of the nearby cabins to see that Counselor Graham and David had already started searching. She darted inside and looked around. Henry had just moved in with Emma's campers and she sought out any sign of suspicious activity. What she hadn't expected to find was Henry lying in bed under the covers with a flashlight and a book.

"Emma!" He was startled and dropped the flashlight on the floor.

Emma cringed in embarrassment that she may have interrupted a certain activity that she herself had mutually participated in the night before. His thick book of fairytales dropped to the floor. Emma looked at it relieved it wasn't Playboy, but maybe he was into fairytale porn. She'd heard of stranger things.

It seemed that he wasn't doing anything untoward as he readily hopped out of bed. She was satisfied that he had only been hiding under the covers. "What are you doing here?"

"Henry, I could ask the same of you; you're supposed to be on a nature hike," she reminded him. He looked guilty and sad, as he bent down and recovered the other shoe from under his bed. "Someone stole my shoes and they only brought one back. What am I going to tell my mom?"

He looked so sincere and worried that Emma just knew he was telling the truth. "You didn't sneak over and do anything to the camp director's cabin, did you?" Emma asked pointedly and looked him in the eyes to be certain that he wasn't guilty.

"No, why would I do that? I just woke up this morning and there was only one shoe here and it's covered in mud."

"Did any of the other boys say anything about playing a joke?" Emma wanted to know who was responsible, but she figured Henry either didn't know or he wouldn't snitch.

"No…nobody really talks to me. Can I go back to my book now?" Henry picked up his book and crawled back under the covers.

"Sure, Kid; I'm going to get this straightened out," Emma patted his arm and worried as she thought about what she had to do.