She regretted falling asleep so quickly when she woke up to her phone ringing. She took her phone, noticing that it there had been at least ten calls from Regina. She froze. What had happened for her to call her that many times ? Was Henry sick ? Was Regina in trouble ? Were her parents in trouble ? What was going on ? In a few seconds, Emma's mood changed drastically. She imagined all the worst possible scenarios. Then Regina called again, making her return to reality quite suddently. She answered, only to be yelled at by Henry's other mother :

- MISS SWAN ! WHY DIDN'T YOU ANSWER MY CALLS ? I THOUGHT THESE DEVICES WERE SUPPOSED TO LINK PEOPLE !

- Regina ! Well, you see, I was sleeping and I didn't hear when you called.

- You could have checked your phone, I sent you a text hours ago ! Henry was worried, he thought you had been kidnapped, or something ! So you seem fine, I guess. I can hang up.

- Wait ! No. Don't hang up. I'm perfectly fine, and I'm sorry for not having answered your text and your calls. I really was sleeping, I swear ! Why did you think something had happened to me ? It's not that long of a drive, plus I'll be back tomorrow night.

- Well, the drive did seem to be quite long, and Henry was really worried. We know you didn't listen to us when we told you to stop often. So Henry was afraid you would fall asleep while driving. I mean, you just said you fell asleep without even checking your phone and you usually never spend a second without doing that. At least when there are town meetings...You must have been quite tired to do that.

- I did stop a few times, Regina. And yes, I was tired. Sorry again for ignoring you.

- Miss Swan, I have to go. Have fun packing your things and see you tomorrow, okay ? Don't exhaust yourself to come back quicker, we don't want you to get hurt.

They both said bye, and Emma shook her head, annoyed. Regina always told her that Henry was worried, but Emma felt like Henry wasn't the only one who had been worried… But Regina would never tell her that. She was way too proud for that. Maybe one day...She got up from the bed, suddently energized. She still had a lot of things to do before she came back to Storybrooke. She had to pack all those things that she had left here when she left for Storybrooke. She began to isolate all the things she wouldn't take with her. It was way too much things for her to take it back to Storybrooke, especially in that Beetle. Even if she had ressources, she couldn't make everything fit in there. She would give some of the furniture that was hers to an association she knew, an association that had helped her a lot in the past. She was really thankful for that, so she wanted to help them too. For the rest of the day, she cleaned and tidied the place. Regina would have been proud. Or maybe not. Because she wouldn't have said it. Her mother would have said that « like mother like daughter ». But she would have to hold her horses, because Emma wasn't about to sing with birds after opening dramatically the window of her room. Not her style. At the end of the day, Emma was exhausted again. This time, she took the time to answer Regina's text before going to sleep.