"Okay, who are you and what is this about?" Mary-Lynn asked. "Cause I may be eight but I'm not stupid. If anything happens I'm telling Mom."

"We understand," Emma said. "We just need to talk to you about any... strange things that might have happened in your life."

Her eyes widened to the size of saucers. "You think I'm crazy!"

"No!" Lily exclaimed. "That's not it."

"Yeah? Then what is it? Like I said, I'm not stupid. You think I'm crazy because I see things."

"What things do you see?" Henry asked. He leaned forward in his seat.

Mary-Lynn frowned. "You really don't think I'm crazy?"

"No," Lily said. "We know there are strange things. And we know you see them. That's why we're here."

Mary-Lynn nodded. "Okay. There's these... um... lights. At night. They seem to be leading me somewhere. I've never quite had the courage to follow them... they go north, though."

"Maine is north of here," Henry said.

Mary-Lynn frowned. "Uh... yeah. So?"

"Sorry. Never mind. Continue."

"When I sleep I get these visions. Visions of another land, where there's princes and princesses and kings and queens. It's called..."

"The Enchanted Forest," Henry said softly.

"How did you know?"

"I was born there," Emma said. "In that land. So was Bae."

"Baelfire," she whispered. "I know that boy. He's the son of Rumpelstiltskin."

"He's my dad," said Henry.

She nodded. "And you... what did you say your name was?"

"Emma."

"Emma. The princess who was supposed to break the curse. I've seen all your lives."

"How?" Lily asked. "How is that possible?"

"I have no idea! But you mentioned Maine... I used to live in Maine. When I was really little, like, until I was eight months old. My dad, he used to tell stories of a strange town, a town called Storybrooke."

"That's the town created by the curse."

"I knew it! On a day in fall in 1993?"

"Yes," Emma said. "October 23. My tenth birthday."

She nodded. "My dad was twenty, he was out hiking. He saw the town get created. Mom used to think he was crazy. Maybe that's why he left," she muttered afterwards.

"Your dad was there the day the curse was cast?"

"Yeah. Maybe that's why I can see your stories, why I see the lights!"

"That would explain it," Henry said.

"Is that all?" said Mary-Lynn.

"Well," Lily said slowly. "We have reason to believe your mother is in danger, sometime in the next year. Keep a close eye on her, would you?"

Her eyes widened. "I will!"

"Good."

"I think Mom'll wonder why this was so short."

"Tell her you had the book wrong," Henry said.

She smiled. "That's a good idea! You're smart."

He smiled back. "Thanks!"

"Henry, let's go," said Emma.

They walked outside, and Lily frowned. "It makes sense, except... why didn't she ever mention that in the future?"

"Maybe she forgot when her memory was wiped," said Henry, "And then it didn't come back."

"She lost her memory of the town when she came to it!"

"Regina might have cast a spell to do that when we were under the curse."

"Or someone more sinister."

"Huh."

"Well, anyway, Phases 1, 2, and 3 are done, and Phase 4 is underway."

"Phase 4?"

"Save her mother."

"We don't have a year."

"But she's going to keep an eye on her."

"Might not work."

"Hopefully it will. Anyway, once we get back to Dad and the food he was supposed to buy-"

"Or steal," Emma muttered.

"-We can get back to Storybrooke and work on Phase 5."

"Which is?"

"Figure out exactly how the beacon thing works."

"Sounds fun."

"Well, let's go."