Prompt: Emma has a few glasses of wine as she starts to unwind after a stressful day but she gets a surprising visit from someone in her past/future

Word Count: 600

The night was adolescent and moist with charm as Emma sat on her couch in her dimly lit apartment with a glass of wine in her hand and the radio softly playing gentle songs. Henry had long gone to bed and this was perhaps Emma's fifth glass or so, she forgot after the third, so for all she knew she could have been on her tenth but she didn't care; all she wanted to do was to forget the long and depressing day.

She had to bring apprehend a new mother who skipped out on her court date, the sad part was that Emma knew for a fact that, that woman was going to get time because the evidence was just too much and that ladies daughter was going to spend time in the system. It itched at her skin so she refilled her… seventh or you know, never mind, she just filled her glass once again.

"I love this song," Emma whispered to herself as The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra started playing. She fell in love with Sinatra because well,who doesn't love a classic.

She set her glass down and fumbled to stand up; but once she was standing back up, she started to sway with the music.

"Some day, when I'm awfully low. When the world is cold," She softly sang," I will feel a glow just thinking of you. And the way you look tonight."

She slowly raised her arms up so that she looked as though she was dancing with a man. Invisible of course, but it didn't matter to her, she just swayed, letting her right hand rest on his shoulder and her left hand was in his right hand. They stayed like for moments, even after the song changed, and Emma just leaned her head against his chest as they swayed together in sync. Of course Emma didn't question it, not yet at least, she was enjoying the close proximity, even if it was all in her head. She finally felt a void in her heart being filled, a void in her heart that she felt no one could fill, not even Henry.

"This couldn't be a dream, for too real it all seems," She sang along to the radio lowly, her eyes closing as she felt his arm wrap closer around her tighter, "But it was just my 'magination, once again. Running away with me."

Again she didn't question anything because to hell with it. If she was losing her mind because of her trying to juggle her stressful/underpaying job and son and bills, who could blame her.

"Emma, love," a voice whispered in her ear. She panicked, dropping her hands and her eyes shot open. Then everything stopped. He disappeared into the air, because well, he was actually never there, but now. Now she felt empty. Lost and alone. The void was back again.

"Mom, are you okay?" Henry asked as he shuffled into the room, rubbing his sleep riddled eyes.

"Uh, yea, go back to bed," She said gently, guiding the sleepy boy back to his bed and kissed him goodnight as she went to clean up her mess in the living room.

The rest of that night and all of the next day and the day after and the day after, she wondered who the man in her imagination was. Who the man in leather with a British accent was. She wondered and wondered who the man was, that is until one day he showed up knocking on her door in his pirate garb.

"Swan!"