"What?" Henry said completely taken aback from the question. He thought for sure that Hook would leave after his mom died, he didn't think he actually cared about him. "Would you like to move in with me?" Killian repeated. "You don't have to if you don't want to, it was just a thought. But you can if you want to, I mean I want you to. Unless you don't want to then-" "Hook" Henry interrupted his nervous ramble. "I'd love to." Killian was so relieved, he wasn't expecting him to agree so easily but he is happy he did. "Wait, seriously?" He asked just to make sure it wasn't just the rum talking. "Yeah, I mean it would be better than living here. Plus I know my mom loves...or umm..I guess loved." Henry replied, loosing his train of thought. They stayed quiet for a few seconds neither of them knowing what to say. "Well I'm glad you want to" Killian said snatching the back of his neck. "Yeah me too."

Henry packed his stuff, got into the car and drove to the house with Killian. The entire drive no one said a word, there was some sort of tension there, like they were scared to say the wrong thing to each other. Henry had been angry, every little thing would make him snap, and he was acting like a rebellious teenager more than ever. Killian still hadn't fully accepted the fact that his Swan was gone, so every reminder hit him hard. So they didn't say anything, they hadn't talked since that night so Henry was still confused as to why Killian decided to ask him to move in all of a sudden.

They pulled into the driveway, got out of the car with Henry's stuff, and Henry stepped into the house that used to belong to Emma and Killian for the first time since the night of the final battle. He looked around and everything was a mess, there was glass broken on the floor and things were thrown all over the floor.

"Ummm, Hook, what the hell happened here?" Killian came up behind him and said, "Oh, uh some raccoons got in and I didn't really have the energy to clean up."

"Want some help with that?" Henry asked praying he would say no, he didn't really have the energy either.

"No that's alright lad, I'll clean up tonight. Why don't you leave your stuff upstairs everything the same there" he lied, everything wasn't the same, Emma wasn't there.

"Okay, yeah, sure." Henry said as he got his stuff and ran to his room upstairs, leaving Killian alone to clean up the mess left in the house he used to share with his love.

/One Night After The Final Battle/

Killian had been drinking none stop the entire day, it was now 10:00 pm and the bartender had kicked him out after a full day of drinking. His phone had been ringing almost every ten minutes but he never answered a single call. He walked drunkenly to his home, he went through the path that goes through the forest just to avoid all the people who want to say they're sorry. He opened the door, almost empty rum bottle still at hand, he looked around and immediately he every memory of him and Emma shared in that home started flashing before his eyes. He saw the nights they spent watching movies on the couch, he saw them cooking breakfast together, he saw them fighting, and making up, kissing, and cuddling, he saw him proposing to her, and them unpacking their stuff.

Suddenly it was just too much for him and all the pain and rage he had been drinking away bubbled up to the surface, he threw the rum bottle to the wall, glass shattering across the floor. He screamed in anger and started tearing his living room apart, throwing pictures across the floor, and shattering glass everywhere. Everything he worked for, everything he loved was gone and that pain was worse than anything he had ever felt. He was angry, he was angry Emma threw the sword, he was angry that she had to be the savior, he was angry that she had to be the one to save everyone all the time, he was angry he would never get to hold her or kiss her again, but most of all he was angry that he couldn't save her.

He then moved on to the kitchen, opening drawers and trowing plates and dishes to the floor. He would never wake up to see her face again, he would never kiss her, or hear her laugh, never tell her how much he loved her, and that killed him more than the tree times he had actually died. In all his rage his eyes cleared just enough for him to see Emma's red lather jacket hanging on the the only chair he hadn't thrown. He picked it up and brought it up to his nose to smell it, it smelled like her, like home. He slid down the wall behind him and sobbed into the jacket, her jacket. He slept there on the floor hugging her jacket close, wishing it was Emma he was holding. After he woke up he went back to his bout and locked himself inside, not daring to face reality.

/Present Time/

It was now midnight and the charming house was completely silent. Snow had just put Neal to sleep and had a moment to herself for the first time all day. She missed having Henry around, he reminded her of Emma in so many ways and she didn't know if it made her more or less depressed. She sits down on the couch and rests her head in her hands when she hears the door open and jolts up.

David walks inside, nearly coming home from work. "David it's the middle of the night where the hell were you?" she asked him. "I was at work" he answered irritably. "Nothing has happened in the past two weeks how much work is there for the sheriff to do?" she questioned tired of him coming home so late every night. "For your information there is more to the job than catching thieves. Plus I'm deputy not sheriff."

"Well doesn't the deputy become sheriff after-"

"Not always" he interrupts her, with a harsh tone. Truth is he didn't want to admit his baby girl was dead, so he left her desk at the station untouched while he remained deputy. "Okay," Snow said sensing what was happening, "Why don't I make some tea and we can't watch a movie, or talk."

"Can't, I have an early shift tomorrow."

"Well, you can sleep in, no ones going to hold you against it."

"I can't things need to get done."

"Fine, at least have dinner first I know you haven't eaten."

"Not hungry," he kissed her goodnight and said, "Night honey."

He headed off to get ready for bed leaving snow standing by herself, she didn't know what was up with him, for two weeks he had been leaving for work early in the morning and coming home late at night. They barely had a chance to talk and she they did it was short and dry. She knew it probably had something to do with Emma's passing, but what. She just wished he would talk to her, but he was never much of a talker, like father like daughter. Snow on the other hand was more open about her emotions, but no one was there to hear about them. She had fallen into some type of depression over these last two weeks, she would stay home all day and sulk around. Crying and telling Neal about his sister. When Henry was around she would try not to cry infront of him but Henry was in his own world not caring about anyone or anything. Besides having David around more she felt that the thing she needed to feel better was closure, she wanted to have a funeral for her daughter.