Those were some awkward goodbyes, if Emma had to admit it. But when Regina winked at her, she knew that she could count on her to get her out of this mess. The only reason why she had even "sacrificed" herself to the Indians was so that they could get Henry home.
The only thing Emma still couldn't believe was that they had actually tied her hands behind her back and secured them with rope. It wasn't like she was going to try and do anything dangerous.
She shortly arrived back at the Indians' home, grateful that it wasn't too long of a trip, but she still didn't want to be there. The Indian Chief cut the rope from her hands, leaving welts around her wrist. Emma groaned. This was not going to be fun at all.
Emma hoped that Regina would come for her soon, she already missed her. She knew when Regina found her way back to the Indians' home or conjured some sort of magical spell to bring her back, it would be the right time.
For what seemed like forever, they finally made it to the home of the Lost Boys.
The place was dark and eerie, and it didn't feel quite like home at all. There weren't any children around, at least from what they could see as the group emerged from a plethora of bushes and trees.
There were large oaks that surrounded them, most with large holes which they assumed led to a place that would shelter the Lost Boys.
"Is this the right place?" Charming asked to no one in particular.
Hook looked around, "a dark, hidden place with a vibe of danger? Sounds about right, mate."
Regina grimaced. She would've hoped Greg and Tamara had some sort of decency in them and would've brought her son to somewhere more safe or at least somewhere indoors.
Regina took a good look around the place, turning her nose up in disgust. The only thing that really kept her going was knowing that Emma would be okay. Regina's magic was working in Neverland and that's all they needed to get both Emma and Henry back home soon.
They all took quiet steps, hoping they wouldn't disturb anything. It was dark but no one had the courage to light something. Regina was about to make a small flame appear in her hands, when she heard a whimper. And she knew who that whimper belonged to.
"H-henry?!" she called out into the darkness. Oh God if they did anything to her son Regina would kill them both on the spot. Another whimper came from the nearby shadow.
"Regina what's going on?" Snow asked, walking up next to her.
"It's Henry," Regina whispered, tears welling up behind her eyes.
"Rumple, you better ignite some fire between your fingers, because there's going to be a war," Regina stated darkly.
She felt the spark of magic tingle in her fingers, ready to throw at anyone who came her way. She whipped around at the sudden voice she heard behind her.
"Yes, I believe there will be."
Regina, along with everyone else, turned around to see Greg and Tamara holding Henry by the nape of his shirt along with a dark shadow with glowing eyes looming over them.
"Enough! You will not take my son from me!" Regina shouted and pushed her hands out. A large wave of air shoved Greg and Tamara on their backs, causing them to lose their grip on Henry.
"Mom!" Henry shouted, scrambling up from the forest floor.
With a wave of Rumples hand, the bindings on Henry's hands and feet disappeared. He immediately ran towards Regina, hugging her tightly at the waist.
Her arms wrapped instantly around him, holding him close. She stared daggers into Greg and Tamara as they got up slowly, dusting off their pants.
"You will not get away with this."