You never know what you have until you no longer have it. That's what they say, and Henry realizes now that it's true. It's a cruel lesson to learn at his age. He already has so few friends, and then he walks off the school bus only to be told that Archie's dead and Emma thinks that the Evil Queen did it. But what he doesn't understand – can't and won't understand, is why? Why does all of this keep happening to his friends and his slowly-growing family? And why does it always have to pull his mom further from him?