The front door to the mayor's home opened and revealed a man. "Henry, you're mom's inside worried about you." The boy ran inside and the man turned to Emma, "I'm Graham, the sheriff."

"Emma Swan," the blonde said.

"I'm sure the mayor would like to thank you for returning her son."

Graham held the door as Emma reluctantly entered the home. The man led her to a room where she heard voices. "I was so worried about you. Are you alright? Where were you?"

"I found my real mom!" the next thing Emma saw was Henry run out of the room and up the stairs.

Graham turned and looked in the room, "I'll go check on him." He followed Henry and left Emma standing in the doorway of the sitting room.

"You're Henry's birth mother?" a soft voice asked.

"Yeah," Emma turned and looked down when she didn't see anyone standing there. The woman who was in her early thirties was in a wheelchair. "Hi, I, um, I'm Emma Swan. I don't know how he found me. Now that he's home, I should be heading out."

"Why don't you stay for a moment? Oh," the woman reached out a hand, "I'm Regina Mills." Emma shook the mayor's hand.

"Madam Mayor," the two women turned to see Graham, "Henry's fine. He just needs some sleep. I'm going to make my rounds and then I'll be back to check on you."

"Thank you, sheriff." Graham left the two women alone, "let's go to my study to talk." Regina tried to wheel herself, but a pained expression appeared on her face.

"We can talk here," Emma said. "Or I could help."

"I'd appreciate that," Regina said, "I'll point you in the direction."

Emma wheeled the mayor to her study and shut the door behind them. She poured them both a drink at the mayor's request and took a seat on the couch. "Oh, sorry, would you like to sit here?"

"I'm fine, Miss Swan."

"Emma," the blonde said.

"Okay, then call me Regina. Anyway, thank you for bringing Henry home."

"You don't have to thank me. He needed to get home and I wanted to make sure he got here."

"Well, I appreciate it."

"I have a question."

"I figured you might."

"How are you able to live in this house?"

"I don't always need the wheelchair. There are times when I need it because my legs swell and I can't put weight on them. When I'm stressed out, walking too much, or overwhelmed they begin to swell. It becomes too painful and nearly impossible for me to stand on them. I was running all over town looking for Henry."

"That's not the only pain you have. You couldn't use your arms a moment ago."

"I have chronic pain that makes itself more known during these episodes."

"Do you have someone to help you with the kid?"

"Graham will help from time to time when he's able to."

Emma sat there deep in thought. "You know, I have a feeling that Henry's not going to stay put. Just from my own experience. If you want, I could stay until things calm down, and that way you'd have someone here to help all the time. Henry's your son, not mine, but I do care about him."

"That's very generous of you, but you don't have anything from home."

"I can go back tonight and pack a bag."

"Thank you, Emma."

"You're welcome. Would you like help with anything before I head out?"

"Could you help me lay down on the couch in the living room?"

"Sure," Emma wheeled the mayor back to the living room. "You can't put any weight on your legs?"

"I'm not supposed to, but I can stand if you hold onto me."

"Put your arm around me." The mayor did and Emma gently lifted her before placing her on the couch. She took a few pillows to prop the mayor's legs up and gave her a blanket. "I'll be back late, so I'll wait until morning to come to the door."

"I'm sure Graham will stay. He usually sleeps in that chair when I'm like this. He'll let you in."

"Got a little something going on there?" Emma teased. "I'll be back in a few hours."

Regina was right. Graham had stayed when he went to check on her. Emma saw his car when she pulled up. She noticed something else. Henry was sneaking away from the house. He stopped when he saw her car before running to it. Emma got out, "I knew you'd come back for me."

"Where are you going?"

"With you."

"No, I came back to help your mom out. I knew this would happen again and she's in no condition to keep chasing after you." Emma grabbed her bag, "come on. Let's go inside." Emma knocked on the door. When Graham answered it, he was shocked to see Henry standing there.

"Um, Regina's asleep," he said confused, "I'll just go and leave you to it."

"Thanks for staying," Emma said.

"I was about to say the same to you." Graham left and Emma walked Henry inside.

"Go to bed and this time stay there," Emma told him. Henry ran up to his room.

"You were right," a groggy voice said.

Emma turned to see Regina awake, "sorry, did I wake you?"

"No, my legs did. I fell asleep before taking anything for the pain and forgot to ask you before you left."

"Were you asleep the entire time Graham was here?"

"I must have been because I don't remember seeing him."

"Where are your pills?"

"The bathroom cabinet down the hall." Emma retrieved the pills and a glass of water, "before I take these, would you like to tell me how your experience told you Henry would run away again?"

"I grew up in the foster system. I ran away from a few homes. They'd take me back and I'd just run away again. Henry's adopted and unhappy at the moment. He thinks I can make him happy, so he'll keep running away thinking eventually he will be allowed to stay with me."

Regina gave Emma an apologetic smile before taking her pills, "would you mind taking Henry to school tomorrow?"

"I can do that."

"Thank you, Emma." It didn't take long for the pills to knock Regina out. Emma laid down on the floor and covered up with a blanket from home. She couldn't understand why Henry thought his mother was so evil.