Hey guys! So the drama continues. Thank you so much for all your sweet comments and messages, they mean a lot. Hope you enjoy my lovelys.

Henry sat in the loft that they were temporarily calling home doing his homework when his sister sat down next to him. Henry looked at his sister to find her lost in thought. "You okay?" He questioned. "You've been quiet since yesterday."

"Yeah," the girl lied. Meeting that man yesterday had really shaken her. He seemed to know her, but he wouldn't say why. He just said he would see her soon and seemed to disappear. This place was getting weirder by the second.

"Thinking about home?" her brother asked.

"Do you even have to ask," the teen sighed.

"I want to go too," Henry agreed.

Sarah turned to look at her brother. "I thought you were liking it here?"

"It's fine," Henry looked at the paper in front of him. "But it's not home."

Before Sarah could answer, their blonde mother came crashing through the door, two takeaway cups and a bag in hand which she unceremoniously placed on the table in front of her kids.

"You certainly know how to make an entrance," her daughter greeted.

"Is that anyway to greet your mother," Emma joked but her kids didn't seem to be amused.

"Mom. Were you out all night? I never heard you come in," Henry questioned.

"I was working," Emma stated simply. "But I got you breakfast because I'm supermom. Some cocoa and sesame bagel."

"A supermom would have got coffee," Sarah grumbled.

"And how many cups have you had today?" Emma raised an eyebrow at her kid.

"I think I will wait till I have a lawyer present to answer that," the teen answered as Henry showed her the sorry excuse for a bagel in the bag.

"That's a bagel?" the boy frowned.

"It looks like someone has already ate that," the teen added in disgust.

"Sorry, kids, we're not in Manhattan anymore," with that Emma stood to leave.

"Are you going back out?" Henry had never seen his mom work this much.

"I got to, yeah," Emma gave a guilty look. "You remember Leroy, right? He's going fishing with some buddies today. You want to go?"

"You are now pawning off your parenting duties to the town drunk? You must be desperate," Sarah picked at the bagel in her hand.

Henry nods at his mother. "Yeah, I'll go. Because I love fishing. Not, because I believe you."

"What?" Emma felt her face grow pale.

"You know you're not fooling us, right? Something's up," Henry knew his mother better than the lies she was telling.

"I'm working a case. You know how I get focused," the blonde tried to shrug off.

"Yeah, but you never forget you have two kids in the process," Emma rolled her eyes at her dramatic daughter.

"It's more than that," Henry added. "It's this town. All these old friends you've never mentioned and people whispering around us all the time. There's something that you're not telling us."

"It's a dirty business being a bail bonds person. I don't want to soil your sweet heads," Emma tried again.

"Way to patronise us," Sarah stood up making her way into the kitchen. "If you can't tell us the truth, then I want to go home. Back to New York."

Before Emma could answer, her phone rang. After giving her kids an apologetic look, she took the call mumbling something about being on her way before looking back at her kids. "I got to go."

"Mom," Henry sighed. "Really, what's going on?"

Emma sighed, thinking of the best way to get out of this. She never lied to her kids but right now the truth would hurt them too much. "You got me, okay? Something is up. And it just got even more complicated. So, for now, can you just trust me that I'm doing what's best and I'll fill you in later?"

Henry caved first giving a slight nod. "I trust you."

Emma smiled kissing her son on the head. "Thanks, Henry," the blonde then turned to her daughter.

"I'm not so easily won over," Sarah crossed her arms. Emma sighed walking over to kiss her daughter anyway.

"I love you both," she smiled before leaving her kids once more.

"So, are you coming fishing"? Henry asked his sister once the door had closed.

"I'll pass," Sarah grabbed her coat of the banister heading for the door. "I'm going for answers."

After discovering Neal was alive and running through Storybrooke, stressed didn't even cover how Emma was feeling.

"So, how was Neal?" the blondes father asked cautiously.

Emma sighed, trying to think of an answer. "It was hard. Henry makes it complicated. It's not just about me. He's hoping Gold can help bring his memories back. Then there is Sarah and we both know the hurt she has waiting for her if she remembers."

"That would be an added bonus to finding him though, the kids remembering. I mean, I know there is a lot of hurt to remember but…" David began.

"Would it? A couple of days ago I would have thought that was true, but now..." the blonde interrupted, kicking a stone along the ground.

"Now what?" David couldn't fathom why his daughter wouldn't want the kids to remember. A lot of bad stuff did happen, David wasn't a fool, but a lot of good stuff happened to. The kids deserved to have their family back just like Emma.

"How are Sarah and Henry going stay in Storybrooke without their memories?" a guilty look appeared on his daughter's face. "Unless, you're not planning to. You think, you'll go back to New York after we break the curse?"

Emma thought about it for a moment. As much as she loved her family, and even Storybrooke, Emma had to put her kids first this time. "A week ago, Henry and I were playing video games and eating fruit roll-ups while Sarah rolled her eyes at us and entertained us with sarcasm and fashion tips. Now, I'm chasing after the Dark One, hoping he can help me find the Wicked Witch of the West." At that moment the pair heard a scream. Looking over they saw Gold struggling on the ground. "Gold, are you alright?" the blonde asked rushing over to the man's side.

"No! No! Not alright. Not alright. I can't quiet the voices," the man gasped.

"We know that you were held captive by the witch. Do you know where she is?" Emma quickly questioned.

Gold gave a guilty look. "That's one word for it. There's no room. No room. There're too many voices. Too many voices!"

Soon, flying monkeys swarmed in the air causing them to have to rush away with no more answers.

"Stupid town," Sarah grumbled to herself. She had been everywhere and still couldn't work out what her mother was hiding.

"Are you okay?" Sarah turned to see a red headed woman staring at her.

"What gave it away?" the teen sighed.

The woman in front of her let out what could only be described as a cackle. "You're funny."

"And your easily pleased… or high one of the two," there was something about this woman.

"And your easily lied to," the woman countered.

"What do you mean?" the girl was suddenly confused.

"I'm Zelena," the woman smiled.

"I'm confused," Sarah was starting to feel like she should say goodbye to the stranger.

"Well Sarah, do you want to play a game?" Zelena smirked.

Emma looked at Neal's body on the ground. Watching him die the first time was bad enough, and this time Henry wouldn't even be able to understand the sadness of it all. Neal was gone, Gold had won and the woman taking care of her very pregnant mother was the one behind the whole curse. She wanted to go back to New York. She wanted her kids to be safe again. She just wanted it all to stop.

"That was rather ill-timed, your son coming to the surface. Staging that little escape.," Zelena laughed as she approached the grieving father looking at his dead son in the woods. "I can see, he'll no longer be a problem."

Gold kept his gaze on his son. "My son may be gone, but he gave his life, so I could tell the savior, who you really are, Zelena. And now, it's only a matter of time before she and the others find you and kill you. Unless, of course, I manage it first."

As the man spun to attack, Zelena pulled out the dark one's dagger. "Please, you can't hurt me. But you're more than welcome to try. I do so enjoy watching futility wreck a man's will."

Gold glared at the woman. "You may control me, but it's over Zelena. They know, who you are. You'll never get close to Snow White's baby now. To any of them. To whatever your unholy desires are."

"They may know, who I am, now, but it no longer matters. I now have something much better," Zelena smiled.

"Sarah," Gold finally put the pieces together. "That's why you wanted me to talk to her, to start putting doubt in her head."

"Things are about to get much more entertaining around here," Zelena smiled.

Emma approached her son who was staring at the lake. "How was it?"

Henry turned around with a smile. "It was awesome. We should take more fishing trips when we get back home," it was then Henry noticed the sadness on his mother's face. "Mom?"

"Come here, kid," Emma put her arm around her son, leading them to sit on a bench. "You were right. You and Sarah. I was not completely honest with you about this case. This trip. The reason I brought us here is because someone was in trouble and the person who needed help was not a client," Emma paused for a moment. "It was your father."

"This is about my dad?" Henry didn't understand.

"Some bad people wanted to hurt him," Emma explained.

"Is he okay? Did you find him?" Henry knew what his father did to his mother but he was still his dad.

"I found him," Emma nodded. "But it was too late. He's gone, Henry," Emma couldn't help but let out a sob. "He was a good man. And he would have been a great father. There's one thing I need you to know about him: He was a hero."

"I wish, I would have known him," Emma gave a sad laugh pulling her son into a hug.

"You did."

"Mom, you're not making any sense right now," Henry hugged his mom harder.

"I know," Emma sighed.

Henry turned to face his mother. "What happened to the person who did it?"

Emma looked into the distance. "They got away, but I'm going to find them," it was at that moment the blonde realised there was one member of the family missing. "Where's your sister?"