Graham entered Regina's hospital room holding a decaffeinated coffee he had bought for himself from a machine. He would have preferred one from the cafeteria but it unfortunately was closed during the night hours. Regina was sound asleep, and hopefully would be for quite a while more, but he didn't want to leave her alone in case she did wake up. He had a feeling she would be alright on her own, but earlier that evening when he had held her as she wept over her son, she had seemed so broken. He had never seen this side of her before and it worried him.

Treading lightly so as not to make too much noise, the Sheriff walked towards the window. He glanced at Regina again as he went, she looked so peaceful. Lingering his gaze on the sleeping brunette for a few moments, he finally turned to look out of the window. He sipped his coffee and looked towards the ground below. The soft glow from the streetlights was illuminating the area, but the place was completely deserted. Turning away from the view, he took a seat and watched Regina. It had been hours since he had first called the state police. What was taking them so long? Surely it shouldn't be this hard to find someone.

"Sheriff?" Came a quiet female voice from the doorway. Graham turned his head to look up at the woman. "You really should get some sleep, Mayor Mills won't be awake until morning. You don't need to worry, she'll be perfectly fine here. We'll look after her."

Graham hated to admit it but he really was getting very tired. If it was true that Regina would definitely not be awake until morning, maybe staying here was pointless. He would have to sleep eventually after all.

"I suppose so, but if she wakes up please let me know."

"Of course," the nurse smiled and Graham stood up. He took one last look at Regina and then followed the nurse from the room.

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Emma picked up Henry out of his car seat, it was extremely late but she had wanted to get as far away from Storybrooke as she could before stopping. Finally giving in to her need for rest, she had decided to stop at a motel. Henry had been asleep in the backseat, but when Emma lifted him from the car he moaned a little and squirmed to get comfortable. As she secured him in her arms, he leaned his head into the crook of her neck and closed his eyes.

Emma's chest welled with happiness as she held her son. She wished she had never given him away in the first place, but at the time she had felt like she had no other choice. Anyways, the past didn't matter anymore, Emma had Henry back, and she was never going to let him down again. When the motel room door locked behind her, she moved over to the bed and pulled the covers back, gently lowering the toddler down. When she stepped back, Henry rolled over and curled into a ball, falling back to sleep instantly. Emma beamed as she tucked the little boy in. Placing a hand on his shoulder she whispered, "I love you."

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The next day Emma was disappointed to learn that Henry still wanted Regina. She had caught him trying to escape when she had gone to the bathroom, but he hadn't been able to unlock the door. This had resulted in a not so pleasant fight between the two of them, one where Emma had received a good fist to the face.

Emma was now in the bathroom, dabbing her cheek with a cloth soaked in ice cold water while Henry was sitting on the floor of the main room. His face was buried against his knees which he was hugging to his chest. He was also crying again. Why was he resisting her so much?

"Henry, I'm not mad at you for hitting me, I know it was an accident." She called from the bathroom, examining her face in the mirror.

"It wasn't an accident." Came Henry's muffled voice.

Emma became annoyed. "You belong with me, you need to just accept that and make it easier for the both of us. This could all be so much nicer if you would just move on."

Henry sniffled and didn't respond. He kept his face hidden.

Emma sighed, and tossed the cloth into the sink. "Are you hungry? Why don't we go and get some lunch."

"No."

"I know you'll feel better if you eat something, let's go." Henry didn't budge. Emma stood with her arms folded for a few moments but then grabbed her keys and crouched down beside him. "It's time to leave," she said.

Henry glared up at her but still didn't move.

"You can't stay here by yourself," Emma told him.

"I can."

"Come on," Emma grabbed the boy's arm and pulled him to his feet.

"No! I don't want to go!" Henry pulled against her grasp.

"Henry, stop it!"

"Let go of me!" He shouted at her.

"Shhhh! People are going to hear you."

"I don't care! I want to go home! I want my mommy!" His voice broke.

Emma tried to make him stop shouting by covering his mouth with her hand. He attempted to pry her fingers from his face but no matter how much he tried she wouldn't let go. His wide eyes were glistening with tears. Noticing this, Emma felt a little guilty. However she needed him to cooperate. When he finally stopped fighting her she asked lowly, "are you going to behave now?" Henry nodded. "Good. Now let's go and have something to eat. We have a big day ahead of us." Emma held out her hand and Henry grudgingly took it. His head hung solemnly as he followed her outside.

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It was late in the afternoon and Regina was carefully ascending the staircase in her house, having decided that she would rather spend her recovery at home. Graham was following closely behind her. At first she had denied his offer to stay with her, but the only reason Dr. Whale would let her leave the hospital was if someone was there to look after her.

"Graham, you know you don't have to hover like that I'll be perfectly fine." She said when she noticed how close he was keeping to her.

"Sorry," Graham said quickly. "I just don't want you to fall, or hurt yourself or anything," he backed off a little.

As Regina reached the second floor she turned and looked at him. "Well, thank you for your concern but I'm quite alright."

"I want to make sure you're settled before I go back downstairs. What if you can't get into bed?" He held up his hands defensively, trying to pass it off as a joke but in truth he was quite serious.

"I'm sure I can handle it," she scoffed.

Graham studied her, she looked tired. Even though she had been able to sleep for most of the night, the morning had been hard on her. Everything that had happened the previous night came rushing back and she missed Henry more than ever. So far there had been no sign of Emma Swan's car anywhere. As a result Regina's hopes of ever seeing Henry again were getting lower and lower, and this devastated her.

When Graham didn't reply, Regina assumed he was being stubborn. "Fine. Come on then," she sighed, and Graham followed her into her room.

She took some time changing into pajamas in her walk-in closet, but she managed to do it successfully. Graham hung by the door to the hallway, not wanting to crowd and annoy her again.

He supervised as she carefully sat down on her bed, sliding into a comfortable position with her back leaning against a pillow and the plush headboard.

"Satisfied?" She said, "I can manage perfectly well on my own." Her tone had the edge that was so characteristically Regina, but it just didn't seem to come out as strongly as usual.

"I'm glad," Graham replied. "Do you want anything before I go downstairs? Water... tea... a book?"

"No, thank you Graham," she said softly, looking off to the side in thought.

The brunette shifted into a more comfortable position but still did not meet his gaze. He couldn't tell if it was his imagination or not, but he thought he could see more tears shining in her eyes.

"Do you want me to stay?" He asked in concern.

Regina shut her eyes and shook her head, "no, please just go."

"Alright, well don't hesitate to call if you need anything."

She nodded in response, and Graham quietly left the room, wishing there was more that he could do.

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Emma and Henry were having lunch in a small diner they had come across along the road. Emma had bought them both a plate of chocolate chip pancakes but Henry refused to touch his.

"Just try one bite, I swear they are delicious!" Emma encouraged.

Henry kept his arms folded tightly and shook his head, pouting.

They had already been at this for a few minutes, and Emma finally gave up and slumped back in her seat. She had wanted this trip to be fun, why didn't he want to spend time with her?

After a few minutes of them sitting in silence, Emma said, "I'm going to go to the bathroom ok? I'll be right back."

Henry nodded at her and looked out the window as Emma left the room. There was a soft buzz coming from the surrounding customers and Henry was reminded of Granny's diner, which his mother occasionally took him to for a treat. However it didn't have the same charm, and he didn't recognise any of the people here; whereas at Granny's he knew a lot of them from seeing them around town.

He watched as a black and white car pulled into the parking lot outside. At first Henry was excited because he had thought it was Sherriff Graham coming to bring him home, but then as the driver got out he could see that this was a different man, dressed in uniform. Henry stared curiously as the man approached Emma's car and inspected it. Then the man talked into a small black device Henry recognised as a walkie-talkie. Suddenly, the man looked up at the diner and began to stride towards it. Henry looked over to the place where Emma had disappeared but didn't see her returning. The bell on top of the door jingled as the police officer entered the building, examining the customers who took little notice of him. When his eyes fell on Henry, they stayed trained on him for a few seconds and then did another quick scan of the room. Now the officer walked towards the little boy and sat down opposite him.

"Hi there, my name is Officer Riley, but you can call me Jackson if you want, that is my first name. Are you Henry Mills?"

Henry stared wide eyed at Jackson. The boy wasn't afraid of him, just astonished that he knew who he was. Henry nodded.

"Are you here with anyone?" Jackson asked.

Henry nodded again, "Emma, she's in the bathroom. But I don't like her, she hurt my mommy."

"Don't worry son, you're mom is fine, and I'm going to take you back to her."

Just then Emma emerged from the back hallway, but froze in her tracks when she saw the pair talking. Both looked up at her, and Officer Riley stood up and half shouted, "Emma Swan!"

Emma ignored the man and looked at the three year old instead, "Henry come on, we are leaving!" She started to walk towards him but the police officer barred her way.

"You're not taking him anywhere. Emma Swan I'm charging you with home invasion, kidnapping, and attempted murder. Turn around you're under arrest." Emma paused and looked at Henry for a few seconds, but then tried to run for it. Officer Riley easily caught her and pinned her arms behind her back, slapping handcuffs on her wrists as she struggled and shouted at him to get off of her. As the other customers in the diner watched the commotion Officer Riley read Emma her rights. Henry was standing now, watching the scene in a kind of horror.

A few more police cruisers had since pulled into the parking lot and some of their occupants entered the diner, while the others stayed outside. As two officers led Emma from the building she fought against them and tried to look at the toddler. "Henry, it's a mistake, I'll come back for you!"

Henry just watched her open mouthed, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. He didn't notice as Jackson knelt down beside him. "Are you ok Henry?" He asked kindly. "Did she hurt you at all?"

"No, I'm ok." Henry choked.

"Do you want to go home?" Jackson asked, holding out his hand for the child to take it.

Henry looked up at him, and then nodded and took the man's hand, following him out of the restaurant.