Next chapter right? Well, I couldn't resist using this one song for two characters, I just thought it was fitting with the plotline so far. Keep in mind that this is entirely non-canon, so enjoy this chapter.

Last chapter's song, by the way, was Many Moons Ago from Once Upon A Mattress.

This chapter's song is Maybe from Annie. Enjoy and please review!

Grace/Henry: Maybe

Grace sat on top of the table at Granny's diner, watching as Red turned out the lights of the restaurant. All the other children missing their families were asleep, all except her. She expected to see her father run down the street to see her. She hugged her knees to her body and sang a little tune to herself. "Maybe far away, or maybe real nearby… he may be pouring her coffee, he may be straightening his tie."

She didn't know her mother, but she know she was singing about her and her Papa. What if they were both here, somewhere lurking, looking for her? "Maybe in a house all hidden by a hill, she's sitting playing piano or he's sitting paying a bill…"

Henry sat with Jefferson in a round room at the bottom of the hat. There were different looking doors all over the walls. "Why did you take me here? Away from my family?" Jefferson only chuckled, looking up at the ceiling.

"It worked! It worked!"

"Yes, your hat worked. Now can we go back? I want to see my mom, I want my grandma and my grandpa." Henry pouted. Jefferson continued to stare at the ceiling, the electric guitars suddenly silencing in his mind. He realized that he didn't exactly do what he wanted: he wanted to get Grace through the hat, not the boy!

"Go back?" Jefferson glared at the boy. "No, we can't go back. There's no way to go back now! We have to get Grace through the hat, then we can be a family! Go to Wonderland, get her mother…"

"Whoa whoa whoa." Henry held up his hands in the man's face. "I've got a family in Storybrooke! It's a nice place, remember? There's magic now too! Once I get back, I'm sure Grace would go anywhere with you, but I need my family…"

"Too bad." Jefferson didn't take pity on the boy. How could he? The child had been gone less than 24 hours, and he and his Grace… "Imagine twenty eight years away from your family."

Henry pouted once more. "Unless we go back you can't get your Grace, and if you keep me here I'll never see my family again."

Jefferson shrugged. There was no way he could win when he was arguing with Henry Mills. "I'll see what I can do. You just entertain yourself, and don't go near any of the doors."

Henry heard that tune again. It was slow, slower than the other songs that he had heard around Storybrooke. Everyone was singing nowadays. "Betcha they're young, betcha they're smart. Bet they collect things like ashtrays and art." He sang about his parents. He didn't know his father, but he knew he was a dead. A hero, that's what Emma called him. And he had his mom, both of his moms. Emma and Regina. "Betcha they're good, why shouldn't they be? Their one mistake was giving up me…"

Jefferson listened in on Henry's song, smiling to himself. Henry just kept singing his sweet little song. "So maybe now it's time, and maybe when I wake, they'll be there calling me 'baby'… maybe…"

A swirling purple vortex appeared, tearing apart the ceiling of the little hat-room. Jefferson grabbed the boy's arm. "Hang on, kid."

"Betcha he reads, betcha she sews—maybe she's made me a closet of clothes!" Grace sang quietly with no hesitation. If her mama was here, no doubt she had an entire room set up for Grace… if she remembered her. "Maybe they're strict—as straight as a line—don't really care as long as they're mine!" She folded her hands together and looked out the window one last time before turning away, knowing her father wasn't there. "Maybe now this prayer's the last one of its kind: won't you please come get your baby? Maybe…"

Well that's it. Grace and Henry shared the song, I figured it was fitting. But Henry and Jefferson are going home! Woo! That deserves a few reviews, right?