Now five, she mused that she could just go early to the diner, where she was to meet Henry at six. She'd spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the apartment, stubbornly ignoring any buzzing that came to her phone. (It had been buzzing nearly non-stop since Emma had left her message, but she knew that talking to him, or even hearing his voice, was out of question. Fed up with the noise, she eventually shut off the vibrate.)

She made sure every corner was spotless, though her efforts were mainly just to kill time and keep her mind occupied. Still, she was left with time to spare and nagging, unwanted thoughts. One of these thoughts surprised her: She realized she really wanted to say goodbye to Marian back at the hospital. To wish her luck, rather than leave without a word to the woman who'd become one of her only friends in Boston. She could easily fit that in before she left with Henry.

The lunch they shared just earlier that day felt like ages ago.

Her luggage ready at the door, she did another walkthrough of her apartment, making sure she hadn't forgotten anything. With all of her things packed away, it didn't feel any longer like the home she'd made for herself over the past ten years. It was just a space.

She carried all of her belongings out to the car, so that she could meet Henry right after her stop at the hospital. Once she picked him up, they would be ready to head on their way (after, perhaps, picking up a few doughnuts).

Once at the hospital, Emma took the elevator up to her ward. She knew she was going to miss the familiarity of the long ride up. She was going to miss the familiarity of pressing that middle, Floor 18 button and then seeing other riders enter and press the buttons for the floors below hers.

She was going to miss the familiarity of exiting the elevator and seeing Marian at the front desk, working away at all the administrative things she had to do. If she was going to be honest, she'd really appreciated Marian's warmth, even if at first she'd found the persistent friendliness kind of bothersome.

However, when Emma reached her floor and exited the elevator, Marian wasn't at her desk. She stood by there, waiting for a few minutes for her friend to come back. But Marian didn't appear.

Odd.

Well, Emma decided, she might as well make the trip purposeful. She remembered she'd left a few of her belongings in her cupboard in the staff room. She could go grab those and, hopefully, Marian would have returned by then. Otherwise, she'd just give Marian a call. That would do, really.

She was surprised to see Marian in the back corner of the staff room, her cell phone to her ear and her expression hard to read. Marian hardly ever took personal calls during work hours.

Catching Marian's gaze, she waved cautiously. Marian smiled half-heartedly in return. In a moment, she hung up.

Emma had gone over to the cupboards beside Marian, opening hers to grab a sweater and a comb she'd left in there. She stuffed them both in her bag.

"Hey, Emma. I didn't know you were working tonight." She noticed Marian's voice lacked its usual enthusiasm.

"I'm… actually leaving Boston." Marian's eyes widened, and Emma continued, "It's kind of a sudden thing, but I think it's for the best."

Marian sat back in her chair, looking crestfallen. "Oh, wow. Well, I wish you the best of luck, Emma. I'm going to miss having you around here."

Smiling, Emma gently nudged her friend on the shoulder. "Hey, that's what I came here to tell you. To wish you luck. I know things have been kinda rough for you; I hope it all works out."

Marian shook her head, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, well, I'm starting to really doubt that 'things working out' is part of fate's plan."

Emma furrowed her brow. "What do you mean? Did something happen since lunch today?"

(To be fair, she realized, a lot had happened to her since then.)

Marian picked up her phone. "That was Robin. Apparently his ex called him to say that her son had gone missing. He says the kid left a note telling her that he had run away and to not look for him."

Emma's heart began to beat loudly. This wasn't good. She wondered if Marian knew Henry and had recognized him with her at the diner the other day. That would definitely not be good.

To Emma's relief, however, Marian didn't seem suspicious of her.

"Anyway," Marian continued, "she was calling him to ask for help looking for her son. And he was calling me so I wouldn't be surprised when I come home to find Roland with a babysitter, since he figures he'll be out for the rest of the evening."

Emma leaned against the cupboards, folding her arms. "That's not so bad, though. She probably just figures Robin knows Henry and would know where to look for him." Not bad for Marian, though very likely bad for Emma. Why did she have Henry meet her at Granny's? Robin has seen the two of them there before. What was she thinking?

Marian pursed her lips. "That's true. But, she hasn't spoken to him in months. Suddenly she opens up contact again? I don't know what to think, Emma…"

"Do you trust Robin?"

"Of course I do," she replied quickly.

"Then you don't need to worry," Emma reassured. "As long as you're happy, there's nothing to think about."

Marian frowned for a moment, then sighed, smiling. "Well, I suppose this is goodbye." She stood up and opened her arms.

Since Marian had changed the subject, Emma decided not to press Marian any further. Besides, she just didn't have the time.

Emma was about to hug Marian when she heard her name called from the doorway to the staff room.

She turned to face the admin assistant, who said, "Emma, you're requested in patient room 1827."

"I'm sorry, I'm actually on my way out - for the last time," she told her coworker, "I'm sure someone else could cover for me?"

"The patient insists."

She pursed her lips. She promised Henry she'd meet him at Granny's at six, and it was rather close to then. Not to mention he had Regina and Robin out looking for him. She really needed to hurry.

But she couldn't help but be curious. "Who is this patient?"

The woman motioned for her to come read the chart. She crossed the room and took the clipboard.

As she skimmed the file, her heart plummeted.

"Killian," she whispered.