Henry cowered under the tree where his captor left him. He still had no idea what was happening, or who his capture even was. She hadn't left any sense of a name, or what she may be. He remembered back to the capture, but could it even be considered a capture? Had he not willingly followed the girl? No, he had not. If he had tried to run away she would have caught him, forcing him along with her.
Henry curled into a ball, hoping for things to simply disappear and to find himself in his bed at Emma's house, or even Regina's, with everything back to being okay. Even if he was just around Peter Pan things would be okay. After all, Peter was the one who let him go before without contributing any harm, and now this girl was promising that she was the one going to save his life? Henry laughed at such an incredulous thought. If that were true, then she would not have hid him away in the depths of the forest. She would have instead given him back to the warm and safe arms of Emma so that they could all return home.
Henry was unsure of how he should feel, and so he kept his emotions as hidden as he could manage. The tree covering his current position provided comfort through an indent shaped almost as if it were made to be a bed. The boy curled tighter into his balled-up position, wishing with every muscle in his body to be taken far away from the forest, back to those who loved him. But was there truly anyone out there who loved him anymore? Pan had left the Henry on the beach, telling him that a ship would be able to find him and take him home, yet no one had come to save him. Did Emma or Regina even care anymore? Would he ever be able to make his way back to Storybrooke?
His only hope was the mysterious girl, who happened to be the only chance of rescue at this point. The forest was difficult enough to manage on one's own, and without someone who knew the forest inside and out, Henry would have no chance of finding his way out.
His stomach grumbled with hunger. He didn't realize just how hungry he had gotten, but when he thought back to his last meal he realized that it had been over 36 hours. This prompted him to look around in hopes of catching any glimpse of edible objects, no matter what they may be.
'At least when I was with Pan he kept me fed.' Henry was quickly becoming more and more agitated. How was the girl who took him supposed to be the one who saves him? Starving him didn't seem as though that was the proper way to keep a child alive – especially if life had been promised already.
His strength was giving out, making him unable to gaze around for food for very long. After a few minutes of seeing nothing but leaves, he collapsed back into the hole that he hoped would protect him from all other dangers in Neverland.