Charming opened the door and lifted his arm so the girl could step under it and into the house. They had decided that getting her away was safest so they had brought her back to Charming and Snow's place. So far they had managed to find out that Sophie was eight and that she lived with her mom. They hadn't yet worked out where her mom was, what the evil queen wanted or what the hell Ruby had to do with any of it.

Sophie hadn't said much, she was clearly terrified. Emma was frustrated. This just didn't make sense. What was the queen's long game here? How had she gotten Ruby? If it even was Ruby, they just knew it was a werewolf. She was definitely missing something. Charming stood by the staircase, while Emma and Sophie sat down at the table.

Charming frowned. "I don't recognise you, Sophie, how long have you been in storybrooke?"

Sophie blushed. She was painfully shy, this seemed to be hell for her. "Umm. The second time. The second cloud."

"The second curse?" She nodded. This got Emma thinking. She probably wasn't from the enchanted forest, most people were brought over in the first curse.

"Where are you from? Where were you born?"

Sophie looked up at Emma. "Oz. I'm from Oz." She said those words like she didn't want to, like they hurt, but there wasn't time for that now. She was born in Oz but they had traveled to the enchanted forest in time to be caught in the second curse. There was a story here.

"Why did you leave Oz?"

Sophie looked like she was going to cry. She folded her small arms on the table in front of her and buried her head. She whispered something but with her head in her arms, Emma couldn't tell what it was. She laid a hand on Sophie's back.

"What was that?" She tried to be gentle.

Sophie lifted her head and looked from Emma to Charming. "It was my fault. I ruined everything."

She curled back into herself and cried. Emma and Charming exchanged looks over her head. This kid was tiny. She couldn't have done anything that bad, could she?

Emma rose from her seat and she and Charming stepped into the kitchen, just far enough away to speak without Sophie hearing. "This is pointless. She's too scared and upset to really tell us anything."

Charming surveyed the small figure hunched over the table. "I don't know. Her mom's missing. Right now, she has more motivation than anyone. I'm willing to bet she knows something helpful and it's just a matter of getting it out of her."

Emma shot him a look and he smiled. "I'm not suggesting we interrogate her, we just need to ask the right questions."

"And those would be?"

"I don't know."

Emma deflated a little. She hated feeling useless and there was a little girl sitting there crying, pretty much the definition of innocence and Emma couldn't help. She didn't know how to get her mom back, didn't even know what the queen wanted with her.

Unless.

"What if she didn't want Sophie's mom. What if she had been after Sophie?"

Charming sighed. It wasn't much to go on. It wasn't even close to a clue. But they were desperate. "If she was after Sophie, there must be a reason."

Emma felt slightly better now they weren't just scrambling. They had an idea, however tenuous. "Then let's find out."

She turned back to the table where Sophie was still crying, still hiding her face. "Gently."