If anyone had bothered to ask her, Regina would have told them that she had definitely thought that the car crash, and the trip into Sherwood Forest immediately afterwards, were all a dream. However, when she woke up and felt the hard ground beneath her, she had to begin to consider the possibility that what Henry and Robin had told her had at least a grain of truth to it. Unless this was some long, unusually elaborate dream caused by medication administered after the car crash (if, in fact, there had even been a car crash), she had to admit that she had somehow gone somewhere that definitely wasn't Storybrooke, Maine.

There were so many things that didn't make sense, though. For one thing, why was she able to understand the person whom Henry was convinced was Robin Hood and Henry and no one else? She had heard the language spoken by the sheriff, and it definitely wasn't English. But somehow, Robin and the sheriff were able to understand each other, and he definitely understood and spoke English. It just made no sense at all. And how was Henry able to understand and talk to everyone in this realm, but she wasn't? He was her son. The fact that she had to accept that they were in some strange land was bad enough, not being able to communicate with almost anyone to figure out a way home was about a hundred times worse.

That was her ultimate goal: getting away from this strange land she and Henry had ended up in and taking her son home with her, back where everything made sense. Judging by how her son acted the previous night, though, that wasn't going to be easy. Henry had made it clear that he preferred strangers' company to hers, and while she was hurt, jealous even (though she wouldn't admit that to anyone but herself), maybe she could use it to her advantage. If she could convince Robin that it would be safest if she and Henry returned home, Henry would go with her. From the little she had seen, Henry idolized the man. If he told him to go, he would. Or at least, she hoped he would.

She was a bit envious of the relationship they seemed to have, but she could understand it too, to an extent. Henry's father, Daniel, the love of her life, had died of a sudden heart attack when Henry was only one year old. He had only had a father figure for the few short months between his adoption and the cardiac arrest that had taken his father away from him, and her own father had passed just after her wedding. No wonder he was following this man around like a lost puppy. Clearly, she hadn't given him enough positive male role models, and whenever she and Henry got back to Storybrooke, she was going to fix that as soon as possible. She had always liked Graham from work. Maybe she needed to introduce them, have the two do things together. Yes. That would work. That would help get Henry's head out of his books too and help him focus on something in the real world. She knew Graham hunted. She had no desire to even think about a gun being so close to her precious baby boy, let alone entertain the thought that he would be holding one. She thought he knew how to use a bow and arrow too though. Perhaps her solution would be to ask him to teach Henry how to use it. She just had to convince him to go home with her first.

Her next step, of course, was figuring out a way home. She hated even thinking about the prospect of asking for any favors from him, but Robin was the only person here who understood what she said who knew this land, wherever they were. Henry may think they were in Sherwood Forest, but surely, they would be able to do something about getting back. There had to be a plane or bus or train or something out here in the middle of nowhere… right?

Her purpose energizing her, she quietly rose, careful not to disturb Henry, and exited the tent. The clatter of pots and pans was surprisingly quiet as the group they had taken refuge with for the night cooked breakfast, and she was thankful for it. She highly doubted that this group comprised mostly of men had spent much time around children (except Roland, of course), so they wouldn't understand the very delicate balance that was getting a child to sleep, and making sure they stayed that way for as long as possible.

Speaking of the stranger's son, he was currently sprinting toward her at full speed, and she wondered why. None of the adults were following him, so it was immediately obvious to her that this wasn't some kind of game. He had a grin on his face though, so she knew nothing was wrong. Not that she would care if anything would happen to Robin and the others, but she would save Henry- and Robin's child too. She couldn't bear the thought of something tragic happening to someone so young, so she'd help him or die trying. Her little prince was her whole world, after all.

She crouched down and he stopped, backing away, clearly nervous to see a stranger. "I"m Roland. Who are you?" he asked.

She smiled, deciding to go out on a limb and make an educated guess. "Do you know Henry?" If he knew Robin, then surely his son, who appeared to be the only child even remotely close to Henry's age in this camp, would be familiar with her son too and it would ease his fears. She would wonder how she was able to understand him later. For now, all that mattered was that the little boy didn't see her as a threat.

The child's curls, which were even more adorable than they had seemed in the darkness the night before, bounced as he nodded.

Inwardly she sighed with relief. Hopefully, he would trust her after this. Most children were shy around strangers, but she had a feeling that once she revealed this one little, but very important, fact about herself, she would be in the kid's good graces from then on. "I'm Henry's mommy."

"You're Henry's mama?" he whispered, his eyes wide as he took a few more hesitant steps toward her.

She nodded, smiling as she crouched down to his eye level. She couldn't help berating herself, because she should've been doing that the whole time. It definitely would have made her seem less scary to him. "I am."

He clasped his hands in front of him, a pleading look in his eyes. "Can I see Henry? Please? My papa told me he's here!"

She reached out hesitantly, trying not to scare him, and put a hand on his shoulder. "I think Henry still wants to sleep, so we should let him do that. Just for a little bit, though. Maybe another hour or so, then the two of you can play together all you want until it's time for you to go to bed- if it's okay with your papa, of course." She didn't want to undermine Robin's authority in his son's life- no parent would want that, after all. She did want it known, though, that she was fine with the two boys playing together. She was pretty sure Henry would be furious with her if she didn't allow it, and she saw no harm in him playing with another boy around his age. The only disadvantage, though, was that it would allow him to immerse himself even more in his fantasies, which wouldn't be good for convincing him to come home in the grand scheme of things. If this made him resist coming back to Storybrooke with her even more, she was going to regret it, but she couldn't resist those big brown eyes, let alone the dimples that were winking at her at the moment.

Roland nodded. "Papa will let us play!" He grabbed her hand and started dragging her away from the tent, toward the tent where he had been sleeping. "I wanna show you my toys!"

She laughed as they ran, but her exuberance stopped abruptly as they approached the group by the fire. Everyone turned to look at her hand clasped in Roland's, then they all turned to Robin, many of them glaring suspiciously. It was evident that they didn't trust her, and she honestly couldn't say she blamed them, because the feeling was mutual. Robin could trust her with his son, but if she was in his shoes, she honestly didn't think she would trust him with Henry's life. The only reason she was tolerating him at the moment was because he was the only one besides the children who could understand her for some unknown reason.

Several angry words were shot his way, none of which she was able to understand, but all Robin said in response was, "She's Henry's mother. All of you trust him, don't you?"

There were murmurs, and Regina could tell from the softening expressions of the crowd that they saw that Robin had a point, and if anything, it only added credibility to what her son and Robin had been saying, even if she didn't want to believe it. Her son was clearly a known figure here, and to an extent, it scared her. It only added more evidence to the fact that her son had been somewhere strange without her knowledge, and she reluctantly resolved to find out more about this land while she was here. She needed to know if this was a safe place for her son, and if not, she needed to figure out a way to keep him from coming here ever again. She didn't know how, but she would make it happen.

Robin gestured her forward, and she stepped toward them. All she really wanted to do was stay with Roland and just ignore the residents of this camp, but she also didn't want them to think she was a threat. She was sure that could lead to a dangerous situation or two somewhere down the road, and she refused to do something that would potentially put herself or her son in danger.

Against her better judgment, she stepped forward. There was a good chance that none of them would have any idea what she was saying, but she had to try, right? She held up her hands, hoping that was a gesture of peace in this strange land as well, even if she couldn't assume anything. "I have no desire to harm any of you. All I want is to figure out a way to get my son and myself home safely."

Her words were met with looks of confusion, and she instantly knew they hadn't understood a word she'd spoken. She looked at Robin, the one person she had seemed to be able to communicate with, wondering if he had understood her. Was their understanding something that only worked for a limited period of time? She had no belief in magic of any kind, but there had to be some scientific rule behind what was going on that she just didn't know yet.

Robin spoke, and after that, their expressions became less hostile as he communicated with them for her. She could understand every word he was saying, though, and it only baffled her more. What on earth was going on?

"She's my mom!" Henry burst out, running in the midst of them. Roland let out a cry of excitement and rushed toward his friend, and all Regina wanted to do was hold him back so she could shield him. The atmosphere was so tense, but she was sure that Roland had no idea what was going on and that the tension went right over his head.

"She has no idea what's going on," Henry explained. "She doesn't believe in magic. This probably just seems like a dream to her."

Regina sighed. Why did her son have to be so perceptive? Then again, if he wasn't so intuitive, he wouldn't be her son- and he wouldn't be able to vouch for her. The only other person who could was Robin- and she honestly still didn't know if she wanted her fate and the fate of her son in the hands of this strange man. He hadn't done anything to prove his worth to her, after all. The only reason she was staying with them in the first place was because he had rescued them from the clutches of the man from the night before, and she was pretty sure Henry would be heartbroken if she didn't let them. Besides those reasons, they had nowhere else to go other than somewhere where they could find a way home.

Speaking of which… She stepped forward, palms once more facing the sky so they could see that she held no weapons. "I'm just trying to figure out a way for my son and I to get home. I mean you no harm, and trust me, as soon as we can, we're leaving." It wasn't quite the way she had wanted to break the news to Henry, but…

Sure enough, her son's face was devastated at her news. "Leaving? But Mom, we just got here!"

"And we don't belong here, Henry- if we're even where you think we are at all," she pointed out. "If, in fact this isn't a dream like I think it is- and don't think I've ruled that out, young man- we need to figure out a way back home. Don't you want to get home to see your friends?"

He muttered something and slunk away, and yes, she wanted to know what he had said, but besides that, it was so rude of him to just walk away like that in the middle of their conversation. She started toward him, but Robin held out an arm to hold her back. "Leave him be for a little bit. Give him some time, and he may talk to you. Didn't you notice? I don't know about you, but I saw tears in those eyes."

His words stopped her in her tracks, then she whirled around to face him, ripping her arm free from his grasp. "Don't you dare tell me how to parent my son." She hadn't seen Henry's tears- and she hated to admit it, but Robin had a point. If her son really was crying,... a part of her needed to know what was wrong now, but she also knew that sometimes, if she was crying, the last thing she wanted was company. She just wanted to be left alone, and it might be true that her son felt the same way right now. So she would leave him alone, as Robin had suggested… but not for long. Because she may need to respect his desire to be alone, but she also had a burning need to know what was wrong. Had she misread her son's behavior? Books were a means of escape for many. Was he trying to find an escape from a situation she didn't know about at home or school?

She spent five agonizingly long minutes pacing, thankfully uninterrupted by any of the men. Robin had disappeared somewhere- where, she didn't know, and she honestly couldn't care less- and his son was sitting with the others around the fire, happily eating his breakfast. She was sure the others were trying to distract him from the tension in the atmosphere, and she was grateful. She didn't need to worry about one more child's well-being, even if he was the most adorable boy she had ever seen. Besides, that was Robin's job, not hers. She would be leaving soon. She needed to stay far away from the younger set of dimples, or, knowing her, she would get too attached.

At last, she went off to find Henry, and she was thankful when no one stopped her. In fact, one of them pointed down one of the many paths leading from the camp, and she nodded her thanks before setting off.

She followed the path, grumbling about the branches in her way as she pushed them aside. Her ears picked up the sound of running water, and she followed it around twists and turns until she got to a small glen, where a stream flowed into a pond. How did Henry even know this was here? Just how often was he having these dreams? She still wasn't sure what exactly was going on, but at some point when they got home, she was going to give him a stern lecture about not wandering off in an area he didn't know.

Henry, who was sitting at the edge of the pond letting his feet dip in at the water's edge, turned toward her. "You're really loud, did you know that, Mom? I could hear you coming the whole way. You won't ever be able to run away from Nottingham if we don't get Robin to teach you to be quiet like me."

She sighed as she sank down on the ground beside him, first making sure that the patch she decided to sit on was dry. "Henry, we won't be staying here long enough for him to teach me anything. We need to get back home, don't you think? Don't you miss your bed? And I don't think I'll be able to make my lasagna here either." It was a desperate move, mentioning his favorite meal (and hers too), but she had to make him see reason somehow.

"Well…" he said slowly, and she seized the advantage while she had it.

"I won't fuss anymore about what you read, either. You can read whatever you want." She sighed. "I can understand needing to escape to another world sometimes." Leopold, her boss, certainly made her life a living hell some days. She needed a way to relax after an especially hard day at work at least once a week. More important, though, was figuring out what was bothering Henry, what could possibly keep him from wanting to go home (assuming getting home in itself wasn't as simple as waking up). "What's up at home? Have I done something wrong? What have you not been telling me?"

He was quiet for a long while, and she tried to be patient, she really did, but she needed to know the answer. They had to get past this hurdle so they could get back to Storybrooke. "Henry, you can tell me anything," she coaxed softly.

"Are you sure?" Henry asked, and the devastated glance he cast her way broke her heart. "You wouldn't understand this even if I tried to explain."

She sighed. She needed to get through to him, or they wouldn't be getting anywhere. "Just tell me," she tried again. "I won't say anything, no matter what. I'll just listen, I promise."

He was quiet, and didn't speak for the longest time. Eventually, she realized he needed more time, that he needed to process whatever it was that had happened. She stood and left, finding Robin at the other side of the glen, just in the thick of the trees, waiting for them. "Any luck?" he whispered.

"No," she grumbled. "And I honestly don't know what to do about it."

Looking into Robin's eyes gave her an idea. She didn't like it, not one bit, but desperate times called for desperate measures, right? He was supposedly the man who was Henry's idol (even though she still didn't believe he was actually Robin Hood), and she knew that as a parent, he would hopefully be able to relate to her current struggles, even if Roland hadn't reached the age where he would be thinking about these things yet. "He wouldn't talk to me," she admitted. "I thought I had almost gotten him to open up, but no luck. I was thinking… I know I'm probably the last person you want to help- after all, I'm just Henry's mom to you- but I could use your assistance. Can you talk to Henry for me? Maybe see what's gotten him so quiet and made him not want to go home?"

"Of course," he agreed readily, "I'm happy to do anything to help. Other than my men, I've been raising Roland on my own, so I can understand how hard it must be to be doing this parenting thing on your own. I'm so thankful for the Merry Men. Without them, I don't know where Roland and I would be."

Single parent? That settled it. This man, whoever he was, was definitely not the real Robin Hood of legend. She had grown up with the stories of Robin Hood and Maid Marian. He may think he was Robin Hood, and they may have called the man who had attacked them the previous night Nottingham, but he lacked credibility with that statement.

At the same time though, Roland was proof that Robin had been in love at some point, so much so that he had made the commitment of having and fathering a child. That did show that he shared some of the qualities she associated with Robin Hood, but that didn't mean he was the man himself.

That didn't matter though. She really needed to get away from here and back to where everything was reasonable, only filled with things and situations she could understand. "Could you talk to Henry for me? Something's bothering him and is preventing him from wanting to come home, and he won't tell me what it is. I don't want to bribe him, obviously, but I don't know what else to do."

"Of course," he agreed immediately, much to her relief. "You two did seem rather at odds. Anything I can do to help make that right, I'll do happily."

"Anything?" she repeated, raising her eyebrows with the challenge the word implied, whether he knew it or not. If she could get him to convince her son that he wasn't in fact the hero Henry admired so much, maybe she could actually get through to him.

He nodded confidently, and Regina couldn't wait to wipe that smirk right off of his face.

"Then convince my son you're not Robin Hood," she instructed, and just as she had anticipated, his face fell. She couldn't help feeling a little smug. It was nice having proof that even the man who was posing as some legendary hero couldn't do everything.

"I can't do that, milady. You see, I am in fact Robin Hood. Or Robin of Locksley, if you prefer."

"Really?" she challenged. "Then where's Marian?"

His face fell, an eternal sadness within those fathomless eyes that she was all too familiar with, and she regretted her words immediately. Clearly, whoever this man was, he had suffered just as she had. "Robin, I-"

"It's all right, really," he said, dismissing her apologies with a wave of his hand. "You didn't know, and I didn't expect that Henry would have told you."

"I may not have known, but it still doesn't make it any better when you've suffered that kind of loss," she responded quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder despite his insistence that he didn't need her sympathy. Did he know it was more than that, that she missed Daniel every minute of every day, and only having their son in her life could ease that pain? Just how much had Henry shared with this stranger? "Trust me, I know."

His eyes softened, the information clearly new to him. "That would explain some things," he mused. "I'm sorry, milady. I didn't know."

They looked at each other for a long moment, the weight of their shared grief passing between them. At long last, she cleared her throat. "Yeah, well… It was a long time ago, don't worry about it."

"Yes, but it does explain why he seems as attached to me as he is," he explained as he revealed what Regina had already known. "While I am happy to act in that role-"

"You can never take Daniel's place," she protested fiercely, determined to make that crystal clear, and he held out his hands, palms facing her.

"I am aware of that, milady, and I have no desire to replace a man who meant so much to you. However, if you would let me, I would be happy to take him under my wing, so to speak. He does need someone to show him how to be an honorable man, because if I had to guess, that's the type of man you want him to be, am I right?"

She nodded slowly, and he pleaded, "Then let me be that man. You've likely noticed that the boy looks up to me. Why not have him see what a real man should be?"

It would be a very tempting offer if it had come from anyone else, but honestly? "I don't even know if I can believe anything you say. You actually think you're Robin Hood… Do you really think I should be trusting you?" she burst out. It was blunt, she knew, but what did he expect her to say to that? "If I knew you better, maybe, but right now. Honestly, you seem a little crazy."

He grew quiet for a moment, then told her, "I have something I want to show you, but I think Henry should be the one to do it. Wait here."

He left before she could say anything and she stood rooted to the spot for a minute, annoyed. How could he just tell her to wait there and actually expect her to do it? He may be the leader of their little group, but he wasn't the boss of her, not by a long shot.

She stormed after him and arrived in the clearing where he and Henry were talking just in time to hear Henry say, "Are you sure it'll work?"

"There's only one way to find out, isn't there?" Robin asked. From where she was standing, Regina could only see her son's face, Robin's back to her. He had a quizzical frown, and she wondered what exactly Robin was planning.

"Okay, if you say so…" Henry muttered. He looked over, apparently only just realizing she was there. "Oh. Hey Mom."

"Hi honey," she greeted him, smiling hesitantly. "So what is it that Robin thinks you need to show me?"

Henry shook his head. "It's not a what, it's a who. You have to meet Ruby!"

"Okay, then let's go meet her," she agreed, gesturing for him to go ahead of her and lead the way. She had no idea who this Ruby person was, but she would play along for now. Hopefully, it wouldn't make things worse.

They went back to the camp, and Henry looked around. Letting out an exasperated groan, he hurried over to one of the tents, knocking on the flap. "Granny! Ruby! Come out for a minute!"

She could hear some rustling from within the tent, then a resigned, "Now what have I told you about manners?"

The tent flap opener, and am older woman emerged. "You don't just come banging on people's doors, not unless it's urgent. Oh," she said, only just noticing Regina. "Hello. Don't mind me, I'm just an old woman who has apparently forgotten her manners just as much as this one here," she chided, ruffling Henry's hair affectionately. The motion gave Regina a flash of deja vu as she remembered the countless times she had done the exact same thing. How this woman had obtained the privilege, she didn't know, and she wasn't quite sure she wanted to find out. "I'm Eugenia, but if you know what's good for you, you'll call me Granny, like everyone else here."

"Nice to meet you," Regina said politely, hiding her momentary flare of jealousy. She had a feeling she would get along with this feisty matron. She extended her hand to her. "I'm Regina, Henry's mom."

A warm smile lit Granny's features, and while Regina was still nervous about the fact that everyone here seemed to know her son, it warmed her heart to know that seemingly, everyone thought only kind things about him. "I can see the resemblance."

She couldn't possibly, given that Henry wasn't her biological child, but Regina wasn't going to correct her. "Thank you."

"I'm sure you didn't come just to talk to an old woman like me," Granny said, crossing her arms over her chest. "What can I do for you?"

"Mom doesn't believe we're in the Enchanted Forest," Henry informed her frantically. Regina resisted snorting at the name of this place, which she had never heard before, but it wasn't easy. The Enchanted Forest? Was her son really so immersed in fairy tales that he had given this place that oh-so-original name? He turned to the girl Regina could see just over Granny's shoulder, her long dark hair with a red streak so indicative of her name. "Can you transform for her?"

Ruby sighed. "Henry, you know it doesn't work that way."

"But it's the full moon!" he cried. "I saw it last night! You always transform at the full moon!"

"Yes, but that's at night, Henry," Ruby reminded him gently. Regina had a feeling that this wasn't the first time they had had this conversation, that her son should already know all of this. "I can't do it during the day."

"Yes you can!" Henry insisted. "You just have to believe in yourself! You said there are legends of werewolves that can do it!" he accused, glaring at Granny.

"Yes, but those are only legends, Henry," Granny reminded him. "None of the werewolves who are alive today have managed to master it. I certainly never did."

"You can do it! You just need to believe you can," Henry stated so matter-of-factly that Regina was a bit startled. She should have known that his persistent belief would extend further than just this silly belief that this was a fairy tale world. It was really going a bit too far at this point.

"Henry, really, this has got to stop," she scolded. "I know you're making all of this up, and nothing will be able to convince me otherwise."

"No!" Henry shouted, his gaze darting frantically between the three adults. "You have to!" He rushed forward and grabbed Ruby's hand. "I believe in you, Ruby, enough for both of us."

The young woman looked at Henry for a long moment and took a deep breath.

"Ruby, you're not really considering this?" Granny asked, incredulous.

Ruby didn't say a word. Casting another glance in Henry's direction, she closed her eyes, then… Nothing. "I can't do it," she apologized. "I'm so sorry, Henry."

Henry stomped his foot, acting much younger than his ten years. "But you can do it! You can!" He looked at Regina now, his eyes desperate. "Give me another chance to prove it to you. Please? This isn't the only magical thing that happens here- not by a long shot."

"Henry, let's leave Granny and Ruby alone and go talk about this somewhere else," Regina coaxed, putting an arm across Henry's shoulders and attempting to lead him away.

Henry shook his head. "Not until you promise you'll give me another chance! There are so many magical things here, you can't just tell whether or not we're really in the Enchanted Forest from one thing alone."

Regina was quiet for a moment. On the one hand, she didn't want to encourage her son's fantasies, but she also believed in second chances, and this was a great opportunity to set that example for Henry. "All right, fine. You have one more chance. Make it count."

Henry thought for a moment, and his eyes lit up with his next idea. Regina, of course, had no idea what she was getting into, but she would give her son the benefit of the doubt (and she had a lot of doubt at the moment) for now. At last, he said, "Let's go see Ariel."

Regina followed him down pathways that were much longer and had more twists and turns than the one they had taken to the glade that resided just outside of the camp. At last, they emerged on a small sandy beach. Henry went to the edge of the water- a river that the stream by the camp likely fed into- and, grabbing a shell, he blew into it, a long, mournful note that echoed over the water.

They waited for what seemed to be a long time, then a splash alerted them to the fact that they weren't alone. Regina turned, and her mouth dropped open. She was imagining things- right?

In front of her was what looked, unbelievably, like it could be a mermaid, or a woman in the water with a fish right behind her. Regina wasn't ready to rule out that possibility.

The woman who may or may not be a mermaid smiled at her son. "Hello, Henry. It's good to see you again."

"Hi, Ariel," her son stammered, and Regina didn't miss the blush on his cheeks. Oh great. So not only was there possibly a mermaid standing- swimming- in front of her, but her son had a crush on her. Wonderful. "I wanted you to meet my mom."

"Are you really a mermaid?" Regina couldn't help asking. It was rude, she knew, but she had to find out the truth of what was going on here.

Ariel bristled. "Of course I'm a mermaid!" She waved her tail, bringing it down so it slapped against the water, drenching them all with the river water. "Does this tail seem fake to you?" She laid on her back so Regina could see underneath the water that there was, in fact, a seamless transition between her tail and body.

She was being horrible, treating this… whatever she was… like a lab rat, and if the one thing she had said so far was any indication, she was intelligent and didn't deserve that. Maybe it was time to change her tune.

"No," she said quietly. "I'm sorry, I just.. All this is new to me. Mermaids, girls who can turn into wolves… it just seems impossible." She had thought they were all in on some kind of scheme, but seeing Ariel… there was no way that tail was fake, especially considering how insulted she had been when Regina had suggested it. It made her realize that although it seemed crazy to her, there was a chance that the rest of what she had seen was real too.

The mermaid laughed. "You're in the Enchanted Forest. Expect the unexpected here, it'll make your life a little easier."

"I…may be starting to realize that," Regina said slowly, looking around her. It was almost too much, everything she had seen that day. How anyone was expected to handle all of it was beyond her, although she supposed that with the exception of Henry, the rest of these people were used to it. The idea of being used to these things was almost baffling to her, but she knew she had to remember that they grew up here, that to them, this was normal. They would be flabbergasted by things like cars and running water in houses, things she took for granted.

"Really?" Henry asked, his eyes wide with a mixture of relief and joy. "You mean it?"

She nodded. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but… I do." It was incredible, unbelievable, but she knew that like Dorothy, she definitely wasn't in Storybrooke anymore. It would take her awhile to get used to everything, but she would do it. Half humans, for example, were enough for one day. She didn't even want to think about the possibility of there being magic in this land, and the implications of that.

"Yes!" Henry shouted, jumping up and punching his fist in the air. He looked at Robin, elated. "Did you hear that? She believes us!"

"I believe Ariel is a mermaid," she corrected. "The rest… Give me some time and some proof, Henry." It would take her a day or two to fully process where she was, and figure out a way home. Henry wouldn't be happy about it, but it needed to be done. "There are no mermaids and werewolves where we are, after all."

"Okay," Henry murmured. His eyes lit up. "You need to see the seahorses- they're nothing like they are at home! And the pegasus, and the dragons, and-"

"One thing at a time," Regina laughed. "I'm guessing getting home won't be easy, so I have a feeling we'll have time for you to show me everything we want to before we go home."

His face fell at her mention of her ultimate goal. "Do we have to?"

"Of course we do, Henry," she said softly. She never thought she would be having this conversation. Not only did being in a strange, magical land seem completely impossible to her before a few minutes ago, but the idea of her son not wanting to go back home was something she hadn't expected at all. "Don't you miss air conditioning, the TV, all those books you read?"

"Who cares about any of that stuff when you can experience the stories in real life?" he asked.

His response made Regina pause. "Wait- just how many fairy tale characters are here?" Did she even want to know the answer?

"Just wait!" Henry exclaimed. "There's Snow White and Rumplestiltskin and the Blue Fairy and Tinkerbell and…"

As he rambled on and on, the list getting increasingly longer, Regina wondered how she'd ever manage to convince her son to come home with her so they were back where they belonged, but she knew she had to do it.

It might be more difficult than she had first thought, but one way or another, they would be making their way back to Storybrooke.