A small sound was heard. It was that of a young child weeping. Snow heard her nine year old son walking into her room. He was rubbing his eyes and he clambered onto her bed. Snow pulled him close and petted his dark hair. His entire body was shaking from his weeping.

"It's okay William, what's wrong?" Snow asked gently, careful not to wake anyone else.

"I don't want you to leave us," William said between sobs.

"Oh honey, I'll still see you," Snow felt guilty for this child's depression.

"Not all the time!" William shouted, causing his father to turn over in the bed.

Snow hushed him and pulled him into a tight hug. She sung in his ear, "Make a wish into the well. That's all you have to do. And if you hear it echoing, your dream will soon some true." It was the gentle lullaby Snow would sing to send William to sleep.

Almost an hour later, Snow woke up, Charming and William were both out of the bed. She woke up, dressed herself, and went into Emma's sleeping quarters. Bags were scattered throughout her room, half packed. Her room was almost bare except her bed. She was missing from her room, so Snow ventured downstairs.

Emma was sitting in the vast dinning room, chewing on eggs. Her long brown hair was hanging, ratty, on her back. Despite her appearance outside of her bedroom, Emma was still in her night gown.

"Will you be ready by tomorrow?" Snow asked her daughter as she pulled up a chair next to her.

Emma looked surprised to see her, "Yes, I just have a bit more packing to do."

"I just need to take your father to the law office and we'll fill out the final papers, then we'll head out tomorrow morning."

"Very well," she looked down at her eggs and continued eating. Her eyes were focused downward, obscuring her dark eyes. Her face was pale, much like her mother's, and Emma hated it.

"Do you know where your father is?"

"What am I, his babysitter?" Emma snapped, not looking up.

Snow sighed, any mention of her father turned Emma bitter.

Snow feared the day would never end. Their trip to the law office took hours because they hadn't scheduled an appointment. Throughout their entire wait, Charming didn't utter a single word to Snow. Snow should have been the one angry with Charming, but she had learned forgiveness. Charming wouldn't let go of his pride and speak to her. After Snow received complete custody to Emma, banning interaction with Charming, they endured their journey back home.

When the two finally arrived back at Charming's castle, dinner was already prepared and William and Emma were dressed some-what nicely. Dinner was an extravagant four course, steak, soup, and salad. Dessert was the chef's surprise.

Once the entire family was seated for dinner, Snow lead the prays, "Great Creator, we thank you for this meal before us, our last meal together in one place. We thank you for everything you have given us, and we thank you for allowing us to change," she shot a look at Charming, who was looking up, Snow once again bowed her head, "Thank you for your creation of our happiness."

The children mumbled the end of the prayer. Charming remained silent.

The next morning, Snow woke up as early as possible, with her bag already packed, she moved them onto her snowy horse. The morning was quiet, as no one was up. The sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon to shine over the countryside. Snow snuck back inside once her horse was set, before saying good bye, she made breakfast for herself and for Emma. Emma came into the dining hall a few minutes before the Flap Jacks were ready.

"Do you think you're going to miss your father?" Snow ventured to ask her budding daughter.

"No," Emma stared coldly at the floor.

"What about William?"

"I'll still see him won't I? You're not just going to abandon him are you?" Emma asked accusingly.

Snow forced a laugh, "Of course not, but he'll only be visiting us every other weekend."

Emma didn't speak.

"Are you looking forward to going back to school?" Summer was beginning to wilt away and the fall leaves were coming in.

Emma only shook her head.

Snow took a quick trip into the kitchen to find that the Flap Jacks were done cooking. She brought them out on two plates, also carrying two forks.

Breakfast went quickly and quietly. Emma refused to make eye-contact with her mother. Snow knew she was no longer a little girl, she was becoming a teenager.

After their morning meal, Snow sent Emma into the kitchen to wash their dishes. Snow packed Emma's belongings on the dirt brown horse that belonged to Emma. When she arrived back inside, Emma was done with the dishes.

"I'm going to say goodbye to William, would you care to join?" Emma followed her mother into William's room. He was fast asleep, his messy brown locks covering his face. The quilt was spread out, falling to the ground barely covering his body. Snow gently shook his fragile body. His eyes slowly opened, and lit up when he saw his mommy.

"Mommy!" He squealed.

"I just wanted to say goodbye," Snow kissed his forehead tenderly.

"Bye-bye Mommy!" William said, still waking up.

Emma hugged her younger brother tight, "Bye Willy."

"Bye-bye Ems!" He threw a kiss to her cheek.

Snow was on her way out the door, "I love you."