Regina talks to Robin through the partially opened door of the private washroom inside her office. "Henry's not coming home this weekend. Let's give Daddy a break and find out if we can leave Norah and Roland with the merry men. Let's run away from home for the weekend… Just you and me."

Robin chuckles. "Last night wasn't enough?"

Poking her head out the door, Regina smiles at him. "Never."

"Where are we going on this weekend excursion, mi'lady?"

"Don't know, don't care."

"That's not like you. Feeling adventurous?"

"At this point, I will settle for you, me, and a cheap motel room."

"Then why do we have to go anywhere. I'll get the boys to look after the short people and we'll just stay home."

Regina hums in disagreement. "Won't work. Daddy lives there, remem…" She stops short and, on reflex, ducks behind the washroom vanity, her knees hitting the floor at the sound of multiple panes of glass imploding. After the long moment needed for her nervous system to begin to function properly again, she bellows, "What now?"

Her question is met with dead silence. Not that she really wanted an answer, but when one isn't forthcoming, she experiences that tell-tale first taste of fear, and it doesn't just lie bitterly on the tongue. When she calls Robin's name and receives no reply, the fear floods her throat and threatens to strangle her as pure adrenaline seizes the rest of her body.

Without making a conscious choice to move, Regina finds herself standing in her office with the wind and rain that she scarcely notices pelting her from nearly every direction courtesy of the obliterated windows.

"Robin!" She croaks.

Frustrated at first because she doesn't see him anywhere, and then terrified because the only place where he could still be out of her line of sight is on the floor directly in front of the sofa; her brain cries out "No!" as she rounds the sofa, and then, the instant before he thoughtlessly removes the large shard of window glass that is protruding from the right side of his neck. she literally does scream, "Robin, no!"

Her objection puzzles him, and his confusion is clearly visible on his face as that piece of glass slips from his fingers and arterial spray spurts from the side of his neck in perfect rhythm with the beat of his heart. Somehow disconnected from the moment and temporarily beyond the capacity for rational thought, Robin tentatively fingers the wound in his neck and then stares at his own bloody hand in astonishment.

Before the seriousness of the situation takes root in his mind, Regina is on her knees again, directly in front of him this time, and roughly pressing his palm down over the wound.

As Robin winces in pain and tries to ease the pressure she's employing, Regina shakes her head. "Keep the pressure. I know it hurts, but it's bad Robin. Stay still. Don't move. I'm here. I'll fix it. You're going to be fine."

She covers his hand with both of hers and he can feel his blood oozing through his fingers on to hers and, for some reason, this agitates him. He doesn't want to bleed all over her. So, he tries again to move away.

Regina grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks hard enough to get his complete attention. "I said, be still. Do not make me sit on you!"

When he doesn't dare to so much as wiggle, she covers his hand with both of hers again, and in the next second, he feels a tender warmth begin to emanate from her palms as it wraps itself around his neck.

It takes several long seconds before he can literally feel the jagged wound in his neck beginning to close and when he winces slightly, he watches his wife flinch.

"Am I hurting you? Is it too hot?"

He tries to shake his head and she growls, "Damn it, Robin, be still! Quit moving!"

He whispers, "No. Doesn't hurt anymore."

Regina frowns and whispers back, "Don't talk thief. Just let me fix it."

He whispers again. "Not all the way."

Regina glares at him with unmistakable consternation. "Would you like me to let you bleed to death?"

"Of course not. Just leave the scar." He flashes a weakened version of his usual smile.

Regina shakes her head. "Robin! You will look as though someone tried to slit your throat!"

"And failed." He shrugs with a grin.

With the blood still seeping from his neck, Regina is comfortable enough with his likelihood of survival to roughly thump the heel of one hand against his shoulder. "Men!"

"Why are you shouting at me, love? There's nothing wrong with my hearing."

"I'm shouting at you because the thought of being here without you, pisses me off! Robin, I don't think you understand just how serious…"

He gently covers her mouth with the hand that's not covered in blood, and whispers, "I understand that you're here, and I'm not about to go anywhere. Even if I wanted to, you're not about to let me. I am fine."

"You're sure? You're not hurt anywhere else?" She looks him over, her hands searching for any unseen injury.

Taking hold of her hands to still their frantic inspection, Robin offers dryly, "I feel alright. I don't seem to be able to stand up though."

Regina gruffly nudges his shoulder, encouraging him to turn slightly as she lifts his shirt and searches his back, waist to shoulder, for any sign of injury. "Why not? It doesn't look like there's anything wrong with your spine."

Chuckling, Robin shakes his head. "There's nothing wrong with my back. I can't move because my wife is sitting on me."

"Well that happens when you pull a gigantic piece of glass out of your own neck! Don't you know you're not supposed to do that? The glass creates the wound, but sometimes, the same piece of glass can also apply enough pressure to keep you from bleeding to death. You're not supposed to remove it yourself!"

"Have you enrolled in medical college without telling me?"

"Of course not, wise ass, but I did raise a son. Almost single-handedly. You learn a few things that way – things you might not otherwise know." Rising to her feet, Regina silently takes in the sight of her windblown office littered with countless shards of broken glass. Shrugging she offers him a hand before pulling him roughly to his feet. "Get up. We have to go…" When Robin takes an involuntary step back to stabilize himself, Regina clutches at him.

"Bit light-headed, I guess." He grimaces.

"You lost a lot of blood in a relatively short amount of time." She puts her arms around him and steps intimately close. Searching his face, she inquires quietly, "Can you manage, or do I need to drop you at the hospital."

Robin shakes his head. "No, I…"

Without warning, the door to Regina's outer office bursts open; startling them both. Wild-eyed and frantic, Leroy shouts. "You have to do something Your Majesty! It's disappearing."

Glowering in annoyance, Regina declares, "Leroy, I swear, if you don't learn to knock, I'm going to electrify my office door!"

Belatedly observing the physical closeness of the married couple, the dwarf turned would-be town crier self-consciously removes his cap and clenches it nervously in his hands as he lowers his eyes for a single moment of uncharacteristic discretion. "I'm sure you'll pardon the intrusion when you…" He turns his gaze to Robin suddenly, "She can't do that, can she? I mean, not magically?"

Robin glances at his wife with a raised eyebrow before he shrugs. "I wouldn't put it past her. I don't really think it matters whether she does it magically or by any other means. Best to start knocking just to be on the safe side, mate."

"Next time then, sister. We got bigger problems right now."

"So, I gather." Regina imparts drolly. When he doesn't speak again right away, she prods irritably. "What exactly is the problem, Leroy?"

"Sorry, I thought I told you. It's disappearing!"

"What's disappearing, dwarf?" The clock tower? The Jolly Roger? Peter's pumpkin patch? Granny's diner?"

"No ma'am! The town!" Leroy stretches his arms wide, flapping his cap in the air for emphasis. "The whole town."

Regina squints. "Leroy, are you high on fairy dust… or are you just drunk?"

I ain't had a drop in months, Your Highness but if the town is literally going to disappear from existence, I think now sounds like a grand time to fall off the wagon."

"Don't be ridiculous. In the first place, getting hammered won't help anything. In the second place, the town is not disappearing. It's not possible that could happen without my knowing about it."

Snow and David appear in the open doorway. "Possible or not, it's happening Regina. Very slowly, but it is happening."

Robin steps away from his wife and walks to the nearest window and pushes back the rain-soaked sheer panel curtain that is flapping noisily in the robust wind. After a single glance, he makes eye contact with her and simply nods.

"Robin, that's not…" Stalling her argument, Regina groans and pauses long enough to join him at the window. Sure enough, the world beyond the town square is getting smaller. The town line, or at least the scant portion of it that she can see from where she stands is literally moving. It's moving at a snail's pace, but as the town geographically shrinks, a small portion of the post office is no longer visible from her window. The building is literally disappearing from view. The part that is still visible is in perfect condition, it simply appears as if someone divided the floor plan into segments and quite literally only constructed ¾ of the building.

Regina turns confused eyes to her husband. "What the hell?"

Robin shrugs. "I was hoping you could tell me."

Snow speaks up again. "Whatever is going on, everybody's windows are blown out. At least all the windows on Main Street. I'm guessing that's true everywhere else in town. Looks like your office was no exception. Why are you both covered in blood?"

Regina waves away the other woman's burgeoning panic. "As you can see, windows busted here as well. Robin caught a large shard of glass in the carotid."

Snow's eyes widen instantly in alarm. "Oh god!"

"He's fine. I was here." She moves toward the door; Robin's hand in hers.

Snow states the obvious. "People are going to start to panic, Regina."

The queen nods. "Then we'd better stop standing around talking about it and see if we can figure out what's going on before that happens."

David comments dryly as they leave the office, "It looks like a tornado hit in here. Is your sister up to something?"

Regina heads for the front entrance with ground eating strides. "That's a very good question, shepherd. Plan A – find out what's going on. Plan B- stop whatever is going on. Everyone will likely head to Granny's looking for information. Everyone should make sure that their own family members are all present, accounted for, and not seriously injured. Snow, check on your kids. David, stop by the pumpkin patch; get beans – as many as you can. Meet us at Granny's. Plan C – move people inward, away from the town line. That way, hopefully we don't lose anyone. If we can't stop it, we will open a portal and execute a mass exodus back to the Enchanted Forest."

"We might wind up back there permanently if we can't stop whatever this is." Snow bites her lower lip.

"Better someplace familiar than scattered to the unknown with no memory of this life, Snow."

"I know. I was just really looking forward to a nice safe hospital delivery for Emma and her baby."

Regina pushes through the doors at the main entrance to the building and steps out into the wind and rain, leading the way. "Emma's tough, Snow. She survived her own birth in the Enchanted Forest only to be put into a magical wardrobe minutes later. She gave birth to Henry in jail. She will do what she has to do."

Because there's nothing else she can do, Snow nods as she touches David's face. I'm going to get Neal. I'll find you at Granny's."

When no one answers her knock at Emma's front door, Snow tries the knob and, finding the door unlocked, she lets herself in and follows the sound of anxious voices to the kitchen.

Standing in the archway, she hesitates before interrupting the lively conversation taking place between her daughter and son-in-law.

"Did you hear me, love? It's nearly half gone. The half that's not gone is sitting there as if all is right with the world."

Killian Jones' heavily pregnant wife pays no mind to the polished silver hook that he waves excitedly as he talks. Instead, she nods lazily, appearing to be largely unconcerned with the predicament that has him so animated as she tucks two thin slivers of ripe green avocado in between the folded sides of a loaded taco shell and munches with abandon; already focused on making another before she's even finished eating the first.

"Emma!"

Discreetly shielding her full mouth from view behind a paper napkin, Emma nods shifting food around before she declares. "I heard you. Town disappearing, Boat going with it, panic in the streets!" She swallows and points to her well-rounded belly. "Precisely what would you like me to do about that. Call Dad. He's acting sheriff. I'm on maternity leave and, in case you haven't noticed, our baby is hungry."

Hook points at her dramatically with his gleaming prosthetic. "First, a point of clarification, my love. It's not a boat. It's a ship. Second, I don't think this is a 'sheriff' kind of problem. What is your dad going to do about the fact that the town seems to be slowly but steadily removing itself from existence? I'm thinking this is probably more of a 'savior' kind of problem."

Emma shrugs and helps herself to another big bite of taco and a sip of cranberry apple juice to wash down the spicy salsa. "Too bad the savior is on maternity leave too. This doesn't sound good."

Leaving his perch on the seat nestled in the kitchen's big bay window, young Neal steps around the couple unobserved and joins his mother in the archway.

Snow quickly helps herself to the boy's windbreaker from a nearby peg on the wall, and waste no time zipping him into it. She raises the jacket's hood before pulling the drawstring snug under his chin.

Ready to go, Neal seems to understand that time is of the essence and quietly slips his hand into Snow's.

"Well, maternity leave or not, you have to do something!" Hook reasons.

"I am doing something. I'm feeding our baby. If the town is disappearing, somebody else will have to do something about that. If they can't, I guess that means we're leaving. If we're leaving, we're probably going back to the Enchanted Forest - and the last time I checked, tacos were not in abundance there. So, seeing as how this might be the last one I get for a while, or maybe even forever, excuse me if I want to enjoy it."

"You're just going to stand there blithely eating a bloody plate of tacos?"

"No. I'm going to go get my jacket while I eat these bloody tacos." She announces drolly, deliberately using his turn of phrase to mock him. Politely easing passed her mother and brother in the doorway, she says absent-mindedly, "Hi Mom," as an exasperated Hook follows after her.

"You have to do something. There's a whole town of people out there."

Emma nods. "Yes, and right now, they all need help. What would you have me do? This morning I tried to zap a big ugly looking spider that apparently took up residence in our shower overnight, only, instead of hitting the thing with magical lightning, I threw friggin' skittles at it."

Hook chuckles quietly and mutters, "Taste the rainbow." under his breath, leading his wife to glare at him until he acquiesces and pats the air in what he hopes is a calming gesture. "I remember. I'm the one who had to come rescue the poor creature. You terrified it. Two seconds longer, and it would have surrendered its own life, all eight legs would've been straight up in the air."

"So, what do you want me to do? Light the disappearing town sky with fireworks? Because right now, that's about all I'm good for."

Hook chases after her as she walks around their living room, eating tacos with one hand and tossing needed items into a backpack with the other. "You stop it, right now! That is not all you are good for! Regina had these kinds of problems too when she was carrying Norah. When it mattered, when it really counted, she was always able to do something."

Emma turns on her heel hotly. "If you're so impressed with Regina's abilities, maybe you should go have a baby with her!"

It takes a second for her words to register and then Hook shakes his head as he takes an involuntary step backward. "That's absurd, love. Try not to be so sensitive."

Emma's face goes scarlet in an instant.

As fire flashes in her daughter's eyes, Snow steps in, patiently clearing her throat. "I'm afraid you two will have to have this discussion later. We need to move."