It was amazing how many things came up that pushed the dream catcher to the back of Emma's mind. There was always someone else to save, something more to do, some great risk to them all. She never seemed to have a moment to sit and contemplate what action she should take in regards to the tiny little item.

Not until Hook, of all people, reminded her.

"What's this luv?" He asked, holding the little dream catcher up with his hook. "Quite an ugly little thing, isn't it? Mind if I toss it?"

"No!" She jumped up and grabbed it, clinging it to her chest.

"Well all right then. Note to self, Emma has strange fascination with random ugly objects." He'd scoffed at her before continuing to rummage around for whatever it was he was searching for to begin with.

She'd taken the ease by which he moved on for the gift it was, stuffing the dream catcher into her pocket. She tried to ignore it as they went about their morning routine, but the entire time she could feel it vibrating with magic as if almost alive.

After Hook left for the day, she pulled it back out and sat staring at it. The question of whether to look at the memories it contained went back and forth in her mind.

Would looking violate Regina's trust? They were her memories after all. Shouldn't she decide who should see them?

But they weren't actually her memories. The Evil Queen had made it clear that they were too much for Regina. If they were the Evil Queen's memories, and she had given them to Emma, didn't that make it alright to look?

But if they were too awful for Regina to bear would Emma really want to see them? To know what happened?

But they weren't as bad as the others, the ones the Evil Queen couldn't even handle. Shouldn't she be strong enough to bear witness for Regina? The Evil Queen obviously thought someone should know, and she had chosen Emma after all.

Or was that a trick? A trap perhaps? Were these even her memories or something more nefarious?

Even if they were her memories, were they accurate? Could she have altered them somehow?

Round and round the questions went. Leaving Emma at an impasse.

Checking the time, she realized she needed to go. Pulling on her jacket she gazed around. She couldn't leave it just anywhere. She didn't want to chance Hook finding it again. Sighing she placed it in the inside pocket of her jacket and zipped it closed.

Hopefully she would figure out what to do. In the meantime she'd keep it there, humming close to her heart.