Emma saunters down the stairs and joins her parents and son in the kitchen area.

'Good morning.' Snow holds her breath and glances at her daughter uncertainly. There's no way of knowing how her daughter might react after her breakdown the previous day. When Charming had come back downstairs the evening before, he had ensured her that their daughter was fine and just needed some time alone. But Snow wouldn't be Snow if she wouldn't worry about her little girl.

'Morning,' the blonde utters almost inaudibly and presses a kiss on Henry's hair. Of course, she notices the three pairs of eyes looking her over, but she has decided not to be taken aback by it. Ignorance is the best way to deal with difficult situations. At least, that's been her life-long motto and it's hard to break that tradition. 'Have you packed everything for school?' she tries to revert everyone's attention.

'Yep!' Her son replies enthusiastically, also happy for his mother to have joined them this morning. He quickly takes another bite of the bagel Mary-Margaret has made for him.

'Coffee?' David holds up the can in front of her.

Emma gladly takes up on the offer. Another sleepless night has left her groggy and with a headache. Nothing that a dose of caffeine can't fix. She gratefully takes the mug from her father and gulps down the hot drink at once. With a loud bang, the now empty mug - aptly marked with the words Make sure this person is caffeinated before you proceed - lands on the counter. 'Okay kid, let's get you to school.'

'So I didn't understand the multiplication straight away, but then I tried to divide the number by three to see if that would give me the solution and…' Suddenly the cheerful chattering of Henry dies down and Emma looks out of the car window to see what had drawn her son's attention. She smiles as she realizes that it's Paige who they see walking up to the school gate.

As soon as the car has stopped, but with the engine still running, Henry rushes out of the vehicle and yells 'Bye Mom!' on his way out, his attention now fully elsewhere.

'See you later kid,' she retorts as she watches him running over to his friend, his step lighter than she'd ever seen before.

When Paige sees him she smiles widely and turns around to wave at Emma who lifts up her hand in greeting. Then, the girl turns her attention back to Henry and they walk towards the school, both laughing about something that Emma can't hear.

Even without his real memories, Henry's still the same boy, she realizes. The same wise, positive and caring child he was before. He just now has fewer things to worry about, less weight on his shoulders. Maybe him not knowing the truth isn't all that bad? She corrects herself immediately. No, no she can't think of it that way. It's selfish and untrue. Taking him from his other mother and his grandparents isn't the right thing to do at all. Why should this all has to be so damned difficult?

The window looking into Henry's classroom is visible from her position on the curbside and she can't help but to look over, telling herself it's to see whether her son gets in the classroom okay. The real reason being of course to see if she can catch a glimpse of his teacher. Strangely enough, the window blinds are almost fully closed, even when it's an overcast day. She shakes off the weird feeling that fact gives her and starts the engine of the yellow bug.

'Right, let's cut the crap, what happened yesterday and what does Zelena want?'

Mary-Margaret flashes her daughter a warning look.

Granny looks the blonde her with a shocked expression when she brings over the coffees and breakfast plates to their booth in the corner of the diner.

'It's okay Snow, Emma is right, I owe you guys an explanation,' Regina responds mildly.

Too mildly to Emma's liking. 'What did you ever do to her?'

The response is defensive this time. 'Nothing, I didn't do anything to her!'

'Come on Regina, you've made more enemies than friends over the years. It's only a fair question to ask,' David intervenes.

'Well, this time it's nothing like that,' Regina huffs. 'At least it's nothing I did to purposely hurt her. I wasn't even aware I that have a sister until yesterday. I swear!'

'So if it's not revenge for something that you did, what is it that she wants?' It's Snow asking this time.

The fearful look in Regina's eyes when she stares back at Mary-Margaret doesn't comfort Emma at all.

'Right, well before I'm getting into specifics, I need to tell you why she's doing this. And I need you to listen to me and please, please know that I'll do anything to avoid anything bad to happen to… anyone.'

'Sure,' Snow replies quickly to speed up the process. She nods at her stepmother, encouraging her to continue.

'It appears that my mother had another child, one that she gave up and never spoke to me about.'

'Zelena,' Emma says between gritted teeth.

Regina's gaze drops down to her hands in front of her on the table. 'In Zelena's eyes, I was given everything she wanted in life, everything she thinks she deserved too, so she's bound on seeking her revenge. And that means getting everything I have, starting with… starting with…' Regina looks at Snow.

Snow's belly twists in a knot as it starts to dawn on her.

'What is it, Regina? What is she after?' David asks.

'Just like we thought. She's after our baby,' Snow whispers looking at Regina intently.

The Mayor gives an uncertain nod. 'Yes, I'm afraid so. Since I'm a mother and Zelena can't have any children of her own, she told me she's going to take yours as soon as it's born to raise it as her own.'

Despite it being morning rush hour at Granny's, you can hear a pin drop. The food on the plates on their table remains untouched.

Snow puts her hands on top of her growing belly protectively and Charming moves closer to her.

Emma firmly shakes her head as she takes it all in. Her hand starts to shake uncontrollably and she hides it underneath the table. 'No! We can't let that happen. There should be a way to defeat her.' She simply can't believe there's nothing that they can do.

'It seems that she's been at it for a while. Plotting her revenge I mean,' Regina says somber. 'Apparently, she was jealous of the magic classes Rumple taught me when I was younger, so she did everything she could to become more powerful than me.'

Emma raises a brow. 'And, is she? More powerful than you?'

'I'm afraid so. And with Gold on her side… Well, you get the gist.'

Snow face falls. 'We can't just give up. Maybe with your two powers combined, you could… you could…' her voice starts to tremble. The pain the whole situation causes is overwhelming her too much to elaborate further.

Charming wraps his hands around her upper arms and looks her deep in the eyes. 'In this family, we never give up. We'll think of something.'

'David… Dad,' Emma corrects herself, 'please stop this. We tried this already. You had to come and collect me unconscious from the woods yesterday, for God's sake. Did you forget about that already? I haven't used my powers in so long, I'm not trained well enough to be able to take on Gold or Zelena for that matter. She has even stronger powers than Regina, she trained for years with the sole goal of becoming more powerful than her sister.' When she notices the tears forming in her mother's eyes she reaches over the table and grabs her hands firmly. 'Oh, Mom… I want to do anything I can to protect you and to protect the baby, but I just don't know how.'

'It's time we come up with a plan,' her father intervenes. 'Let's save our child.'

The bell for recess rings loudly and while Neal, or Elan, hasn't even finished all of his math instructions, all kids from Henry's class get up at the same time and flee out of the door.

'Henry,' Neal calls after the boy who's last in line. 'Can I talk to you for a minute?' He's hoping that what he's about to do won't mess up everything, but he has to take the chance.

'Sure,' Henry shrugs and turns back to face his teacher.

Neal takes something out of his bag and hands it over to his son. 'This is for you.'

'What is it?' Henry asks while he rubs his fingers over the golden lettering of the leather-bound book cover. 'Once Upon a Time…' he reads out loud and looks up to his teacher. 'A book about fairytales?'

'Well, I found this in the back of the classroom somewhere and thought it would be something you'd like.'

Henry chuckles. 'You sure I'm not a little too old for fairy tales by now?'

Neal shakes his head in defense. 'You're never too old to spark your imagination. Besides, I read your creative writing assignment and it's really good Henry. I mean, really good,' he emphasizes. 'The way you wrote that story about the Sorcerer defeating the Black Knight by using truth serum. Genius!'

'Hm,' Henry replies flatly while flipping through the book. 'It was just something that came to me.'

Neal's holding his breath at these words. That's all it could take. A prompt, a little nudge in the right direction. The book could possibly do that to his son. Reading it, could be enough to jog his memories. It had proven its immeasurable strength before. And if there's one Truest Believer, it's Henry. Bringing the two together had to create… magic. There can't be another way. Or, so he hopes.

The text of the book and its drawings don't seem to ignite a special reaction from Neal's son, as he's still flipping through the pages, a flat expression etched on his face. Finally, he looks up again and closes the book. 'It has beautiful drawings, for sure,' he begins, 'but I'm not sure… Well, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do with it?'

Courage drains from Neal, like water from a hand. This is not the reaction he had hoped for. Not the one he had expected. 'Take a really good look at them. Isn't there anything about the drawings that stands out to you? The way they are drawn, the people and creatures pictured, the backgrounds…' he tries.

Henry takes a deep inhale of breath and refocusses on the pages in front of him. He squints his eyes and flips through it once more before shaking his head. 'I'm sorry, I don't.'

Neal notices the slight panic in his son's eyes, a sign that the boy's worried that he didn't do the right thing, or worse even, that he has disappointed his teacher. Neal forces a smile, trying hard not to let his disappointment seep through. He takes the book from his son. 'That's okay Henry, don't worry about it. I'll keep it here in class in case you ever want to take another look at it.' He glances up at the clock above the geography poster. 'Now, you've still got ten minutes of recess left, off you go.'

'Thanks,' Henry mutters and he approaches the door to the hallway until the teacher stops him.

'Henry, just one more thing.'

The boy turns on his heels. 'Yeah?'

Neal looks straight into the curious eyes of his son. He still can't believe that he has a kid. The best kid in the world in fact. In the short period of time he's got to know him, he's grown enormously fond of him and he can't imagine a life without him. If paternal love is real, he has for sure found it. And he wouldn't want to miss it for the world. His lips curl up into a smile. 'Please keep on doing what you're doing. Your writing is really good. Let no one ever tell you otherwise.'