The following day, Emma made breakfast at the kitchen counter, whisking in a bowl, when Henry came in. "Mum…" he said, watching his mother, who seemed preoccupied. She didn't listen. "Mum!" Emma turned around that time. "You're hurting the eggs."

Emma looked down at the eggs she was beating. "Right." She poured them into a frying pan on the stove, and it started to sizzle. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you believe in magic?"

"Of course," Henry answered her. Emma raised a brow. "And the tooth fairy. And Santa Claus. And the Easter Bunny. If it gets me a present? I believe." Henry looked at his mother. "You're not sure you made the right decision?"

"I just didn't feel like pancakes." "About Walsh."

"Oh." Emma laughed. "I made the right decision." She got a couple of plates ready and dished the eggs onto them. "I'm certain. It will be you and me, kid, for a little while." She handed Henry a plate, to which he took, and he dug into them.

"As long as you're happy. Tasty. But I've got to run. I'm going to be late for school. You overslept."

"Nope. No school today. How about we go on a trip?" "Like a vacation?"

"Like I have a new case, and it's in Maine, and it might take me a while. And let's go. It would be an adventure."

"No school? A trip with you? Sold." Henry smiled at the idea. "Good Cause I already packed."

"When do we leave?"

"Now," Emma said, and there was a knock at the door.

"Are you expecting someone?"

"Yeah," Emma said and went to the front door and opened it, where she let River inside.

"You ready, Emma?"

"Uh…" Emma said, closing the door and followed River into the kitchen. "Henry. This is River. She's… I'm… I'm helping her with her case."

"Did you skip bail?" Henry asked River.

"Of course not. I work for Scotland Yard. This case ... it's a big one. And one that I need all the help I can get."

"Can you go help get our bags?" Emma asked River. "Henry. Help our guest." She walked past the living room.

Henry turned around and watched. "Wait … We're going?"

"Yes," Emma answered, passing Henry his coat. "I just need one last thing."

She went into her bedroom, to her closet. She opened it and took out her red leather jacket. She put it on before closing the wardrobe.

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That night, they had arrived in Storybrooke. It had taken most of the day, but they finally made it. Emma pulled her yellow Volkswagen in front of the Clock Tower & library before getting out with River – who had been sitting in the passenger seat. Henry, however, was asleep in the back.

"It's back," Emma said. "I'm back."

"As you remember?" River asked. "The last time I was here, I was up at the wishing well. It seems like a lifetime ago, now."

"Last time, this curse took away everyone's memories. This time?"

"You're asking the wrong person."

"Then I'll find out," Emma said as she began to cross the road. "Stay here, and watch Henry. Don't wake him … Just let him sleep."

"Where will you go?" "To talk to my parents."

And that is where she went. She went up to the loft where they lived and knocked on the door. And waited. She hoped that they remembered her.

The door opened, and it was David. Her father. Otherwise known as Prince Charming. He was surprised to see Emma there. She was standing in front of him. But how was she standing there?

"Hi. Don't close the door. My … My name is …" Emma began. "… Emma," David finished.

"David?" At least they were awake, and he knew who she was. She hugged him, and he hugged her.

"You remember?" David asked his daughter, letting go. "You remember."

"Of course. What are you doing here? Where …"

"Well, River Song found. She's a friend of the Doctor. He sent a message to come to find me. And bring me back. She said that you were cursed."

"Yeah. We're back. Or we never left. Or … Well, we don't know. But we're trapped again."

"But you know who you are?"

"Emma, this curse … We don't know who did it or why. All we know is our last year; it's been wiped away."

"Wiped away?"

"All we remember is saying goodbye to you. It feels like yesterday."

"But if you can't remember, how do you know it's been a …."

"Emma?" Mary Margaret interrupted as she climbed down the stairs in the loft. Emma looked up at her mother and understood why they knew it had been a year. She was pregnant.

Mary Margaret hugged her daughter before pulling apart.

David looked down at Mary Margaret's baby bump. "As you can see, a lot's happened."

Mary Margaret chuckled. "We don't know what. The whole year is gone."

"Who the hell would've done this?" Emma asked.