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Elsa found her sitting in her car, holding a pair of mismatched shoes from Henry's closet. Emma offered no explanations for the strange occurrence and Elsa tried to pretend that it was normal and happened all the time. The two women headed back into the apartment with Emma trying not to wake Killian as she slipped back into bed. Worried, Elsa stationed herself on the couch, hoping to wake herself up if Emma tried to leave again. But by the next morning she was making excuses of insomnia to Killian and Henry while Emma shot her apologetic looks over the breakfast table.

"How many times has it happened? Elsa asked her when Killian went for his shower and Henry had left for school. "I know last night was not the first time. Not after the way you reacted."

Emma tapped her fingers on the wood of the table, studying the knots and the flaws in its surface. "I'm not sure," she admitted. "Killian has found me twice. You've found me once."

"So three times?" Elsa said. "Do you know what's causing it?"

"Maybe three or I don't know. Maybe more," Emma said quietly. "The other morning I woke up and things were out of place."

"What do you mean?" Elsa said, leaning her chin on her palm.

"I woke up and all the drawers and doors in our bedroom were open. Everything had been moved around."

Elsa nodded thoughtfully. "Okay so you're walking in your sleep," she said. "That's strange, but it isn't necessarily some evil force. And you seem to be moving items when you do it."

"Maybe it is my subconscious trying to tell me to clean this place up," Emma said with a short laugh. "Maybe I'm getting to old to live like we're all in college."

Emma was getting used to the fact that nobody in the apartment or much of the town got her jokes. It was disheartening, but she was becoming used to the confused expressions and questions that completely ruined her punch lines. "Never mind," she said.

"Have you seen a medical person…a doctor?" Elsa asked helpfully. "Maybe he could…"

"I'm not going to a doctor over sleepwalking." Emma sat there like a defiant child, arms crossed and chin pointed upwards. "It's just stress. Think of my life for a moment."

Nodding slightly, Elsa got up and walked to the kitchen to fill the coffee maker with water for a second round . She was getting the hang of such things. Unlike Killian, she did not argue or fuss over the names of appliances. She did not try to devalue them with her comments about how they worked or how they made people in this realm seem pompous or useless.

"We could put some kind of alarm on the door," Emma suggested when Elsa returned to the table. "They have ones that will beep or sound when the door is opened. That could be helpful."

***AAA***

David was laughing heartily at some tale that Leroy was spinning, patting the older man on the shoulder and cackling wildly. Emma tried to ignore it. She was tired, which meant everything was getting on her nerves. From the sound of Henry's gum that morning to the way Elsa hummed when she was wiping down the counters behind Killian because he didn't do a good enough job, everything was too loud and annoying.

Grabbing the file that she had been reading, she yanked open the drawer to the cabinet, stuffed it in, and then slammed the drawer shut. That stopped her father's laughter for less than second before both men's chuckles bubbled up again and echoed through the station and her head.

"I'm going out," she grumbled. She wasn't sure they heard her or even if she cared. From the time on the clock, she knew it was only a matter of minutes before her mother got there. They had all settled into a routine that Emma both appreciated and dreaded. Her mother had taken to her job as the city's new mayor, hiring Elsa to help her around the office and with some of the tasks that would have normally taken her away from the office. She visited her husband each day at lunch and usually invited Emma to join them for a quick bite at Granny's or back at the loft.

Emma usually declined and spent the time with Elsa or with Killian, who had begun working to help restore one of the ships that had been used for fishing for the past few years. One of them would pick up take out or leftovers from the night before and carry it down to the docks. Each time he ran an errand in town for some tool or item that he needed, he would pick her up a treat and leave it on her desk if she wasn't there to greet him.

Even her home life was becoming somewhat routine. Elsa spent most of her time reading whatever book that Belle had recommended and asking Henry for advice on everything from appliances to video games. She had found that she enjoyed the electronic toys and adventures that Henry had been a fan of for so long. The two would play tournaments against each other, keeping score on a dry erase board that Elsa found unused at the Sheriff's Station. Killian had been invited to join them, but he complained that the games were realistic enough and that there were no good ways to gain an advantage (cheat). So that meant he was usually there with Emma in the kitchen for a cooking lesson or showing off his latest find from the hardware store. Emma tried to tell him on more than one occasion that he did not have to buy everything that fascinated him, but he was constantly doing just that. She had grown used to his excited voice calling to her from the door, "Swan, come look at this!"

She wasn't complaining. Her life had had routine before now. She could do predictable. And there were still surprises for her. The morning after she had fallen asleep two minutes after dinner, Killian and Elsa had cleaned up (the thought still made her laugh that Captain Hook and Queen Elsa had loaded the dishwasher) and Killian had both carried her to the bedroom and unplugged the alarm clock before calling her father to say that she was going to be late the next day.

"What time is it?" she grumbled, looking over where the alarm clock sat on her night stand to see its blank face staring back at her. "Killian? What happened to the clock?"

"I pulled it from the wall so it would not make that infernal sound," Killian answered from the doorway.

"Shit!" Emma said, looking at her phone next to the bed. "I'm late. How could I have slept this late?" She threw back the covers and groped for her robe on the chair next to the bed.

"Not to worry, love," Killian said with a smile. "I've already called your father and you are going in late today. I've…"

"You what?" she asked, forehead creasing in confusion. "Why?"

"My love, you needed your sleep and I wanted to see that you got it," he said, approaching the bed with a tray that included eggs, bacon, and pancakes, as well as her favorite hot chocolate and cinnamon. "Now get back in bed like a good girl and have your breakfast."

Her mouth gaped, but the scent of the chocolate and pancakes were too tempting. "You cooked?" she asked, trying not to think of the condition of the kitchen. He was an orderly man in all areas of his life. Each shirt hung at the same angle and direction. His drawers were meticulously organized. Even the shelf with the few books he had accumulated were ordered with more accuracy than Belle's system at the library. But whenever he tried something new on his own there was a debris field left in his wake.

He looked a bit sheepish as he and the tray joined her on the bed. "I procured it from Granny's," he admitted. "I didn't want you to see the mess I would make if I tried to make all this."

She kissed his cheek, crossing her legs under her and clapping her hands in anticipation. "I love Granny's pancakes," she told him. "You didn't get yourself any?"

"Your son and I already ate this morning while Elsa was getting ready," he told her. "This is for you."

Her mouth watered at the sight of the plate and she took a bite of each before gulping at the hot chocolate. Smiling, she assured him that it was in fact good and even offered him a slice of bacon as a reward. "Good?" she asked.

He nodded as he chewed. "I'm sorry about the clock," he said sheepishly. "I just didn't desire it to awaken you at too early of an hour. I didn't propose to break it."

She laughed lightly, placing her head on his shoulder. "You didn't," she assured him, taking a long sip of her drink. "You just unplugged it." When he still looked unconvinced. "You took the electricity away from it. When we plug it back in, you'll see that it works just fine."

She giggled when she saw the realization cross his face, like a child getting a tough answer correct on a spelling test. It was such an adorable side to him that she couldn't help but store it away as a memory and wonder what she could do to make it happen again. When she kissed him a moment later, she almost forgot the late hour, the food, and the fact that she was spinning her wheels on her investigation. Pulling away, she laughed even more when he licked his lips in a most obscene and adorable way. "I think I could grow to like that chocolate drink of yours," he muttered.

She was about to pull him back when the phone chirped to life. Rolling her eyes, she reached for it and practically groaned at seeing her father's picture on the screen. "Hi Dad," she answered, holding out her fork with her other hand to offer Killian a bit of the pancakes, which he accepted. "What's going on?" Her internal monologue began chanting for it to have something to do with dinner at her parents' or Regina wanting another evening with Henry that week.

"Belle's here," David's voice said emotionlessly across the phone. "She's seen Rumpelstiltskin."

What? Where's he been? Where am I going? I don't know. See you all soon.