Emma needs to relax badly, so she practices a breathing technique her mother taught her years ago and eventually, her body drifts off to sleep. Her sleep isn't as blissful as she would like though, plagued by nightmares of the witch coming to kill her, eating the poisonous apple and the cries of a baby...?

She sees herself and Killian lying in bed together, her holding a newborn baby girl in her arms and then frantically looking at him, giving him directions to take her to the wardrobe. Killian's reluctant to leave her but if he doesn't leave now, then they're all doomed. He takes the infant in his arms, his daughter and kisses his wife one last time before going to the other side of the room, grabs a sword and leaves.

The grief is too much for Emma, holding her hand to her mouth at first until the tears overwhelm her and she rolls over in bed crying emphatically. Her husband could die, her baby could die and all their months of planning could be for nothing, but she needs to believe that destiny will come through in the end and everything will be restored.

Destiny will restore her happy ending and reunite her with her baby.

Emma's not sure what to make of the dream, writing down as many details as she can remember; analyzing each part. At some point with the parchment still in her hand, she collapses onto her bed, really exhausted.

Morning comes all too quickly but as soon as Emma feels those rays of light on her skin, she dresses, finds the parchment and makes her way to the throne room, hoping to catch Red or her mom. She finds her mom first, organizing some preparations to find Killian's ship.

"Emma, you're awake early," she notes.

"I actually couldn't sleep very well," Emma manages, "Are you going with Red and daddy?"

Snow touches her cheek, smiling. "I haven't been on an adventure in a very long time," she muses, "and being on a pirate ship, even for an interrogation...someone needs to keep your father in check,"

Emma nods and Snow stops her packing, regarding her. "Emma, what is it?"

"I had a dream last night and I think it was about my future," she starts.

"Snow, you ready?" Charming interrupts, walking into the room wearing what looks like hunting gear, followed by Red. "We need to leave as soon as possible,"

Snow turns to Emma. "We can talk about this later," she promises, leans in and kisses her cheek. "In the mean time, you can move Killian out of the cell and into one of the guest rooms,"

"I heard that Snow," Charming mutters.

Emma smiles at him. "Check, Killian stays where he is,"

Emma's still restless, itching to talk to someone about her dream. She wanted to talk to her mom or Red about it but now they're gone to find Killian's ship, which makes her even more anxious and she needs to calm down. Nothing good will come of her panicking. She thought about going down the dungeon and talking to her fiancé and she realized, that probably wasn't a good idea.

Talking to your fiancé about their still unborn daughter, when their present is still in jeopardy might make him second guess his choice in marrying her. Still, Emma needs to talk to someone about her dream.

"How's it going Emma?"

Emma turns around, looking for the voice but doesn't see anything, and then hears a buzzing sound above her and sees Jiminy. "You seem troubled, what is it?" he ventures.

She studies the cricket for a moment, considers her options in talking companions and sits down at the roundtable. Jiminy lands in front of her as she rests her head in her arms. "You know about my situation, right?" she asks.

"About you wanting to marry your true love, but your father isn't convinced that he's right for her but your mom and godmother are behind you and they all went off to find your fiancé's ship to interrogate his crew about your relationship? Yeah, I know something about it," he reasons.

She smiles at him, lifting her head. "There's been a new development," Emma muses, "I had a dream last night and I think, it was about my future,"

"Sounds intriguing," Jiminy adds, "What happened in the dream?"

A thoughtful, melancholy smile spreads across her face and she breathes slowly. "Killian and I were married and I had a baby girl, and then I instructed him to take her to the wardrobe,"

Jiminy stares at her a moment.

"I'm not crazy," Emma reasons, "I know I've been very stressed lately, so maybe that stress translated into me having a strange dream about the future, but this was so vivid,"

"You have been under a lot of stress lately,"

"It could have been stress but this dream felt different," Emma continues, "I felt real. I held my daughter in my arms for mere seconds before I begged Killian to take her to some wardrobe. I mean, why place a baby in a wardrobe? Why would I even ask Killian of that?"

He shrugs. "I don't know; maybe the next time you go to bed, instead of waking, continue the dream," he offers.

"But what if the whole dream still doesn't make any sense?"

"I wanted to talk to my mom about this and now, she's off with my dad and Red to find Killian's ship. I understand that he's protective of me and wants to make sure I end up with the right guy, but if that dream was the future then surely it means I'm meant to be with Killian," she reasons, "but if daddy says so, then I won't or might not have that baby girl and I want her, so bad,"

Emma sighs, looking at her hands. "I never thought that I would want to be a mother so badly but she was so beautiful and precious Jiminy and she came from mine and Killian's love," she cries, "I don't even know her name but I love her so much already,"

"I don't often advocate fighting or violence of any kind, but if you believe that this dream is your destiny Emma, then you have to continue fighting for it. So one day, you can hold your baby girl in your arms,"

Emma stands, pulling her hair to her side. "Thanks for the talk Jiminy and I won't ever stop fighting because now I know I have one more reason to keep fighting: for my daughter," she says proudly, walking out of the room.

Finding Killian's ship is easier than Red expected, tracing the scent until she finds the Roger anchored in a nearby sea port. She cautions David and Snow to be careful, these are pirates after all but David says that he came prepared, sword and Snow with her bow and arrows. Then, there's also her, their she-wolf.

David walks up the gangplank to the deck, Snow following behind him and Red taking up the rear. They look around the ship, noting very little crew on board until a man with a red hat rushes up on deck, staring blankly at them. "Highnesses, we've been expecting you. All hands for the Captain!"

"Oh highnesses," Starkey echoes, coming up on deck, "How's Emma?"

"Princess Emma is fine, now that she's safely in our care again," Snow says, "You're the Captain?"

"Gentleman Starkey ma'am," he says, bowing, "Please, let's continue talking about this in my cabin. No need to attract further attention," He starts walking down below and then turns around, finding them still standing in the same position. "I promise, I have nothing malicious planned or ill will towards you, but it really would be safer if you join me down below. These are not safe shores, even for royals,"

"You've been expecting us?" David asks as Starkey guides them to his cabin.

"When Killian relinquished his command, then heard from your daughter that he wasn't allowed to see her and then went back to your castle, and we hadn't heard from him in days, figured it was only a matter of time until you showed up to set things straight," Starkey reckons, settling on his bed, "Now, that you're here – some of you again – might I inquire about the safety of Killian?"

Snow looked pointedly at Red before directing her attention to the pirate captain. "He's safe, Captain," she assures him, "We're just here to ask a few questions,"

Charming glares at Red and then looks at Starkey again. "Emma was on board this ship for a week; we know that she was kidnapped and brought here but what else happened?"

"They fell in love," he offers.

"We know that but do you know anything else?" Snow sighs.

Starkey sighs, leaning back. "To be quite honest, highnesses, Killian kept Emma in very close quarters. I saw her on a few occasions He arranged a very nice shindig for her birthday up on deck, they danced briefly then she got mad about something and stormed off,"

"Shindig?" Charming asks.

"A party, David," Snow clarifies.

"She bested him in a sword fight," he boasts, "so, I've heard and he saved her a few times,"

Charming smiles smugly. "See Snow, told you sword fighting lessons was a good idea," he muses and she rolls her eyes, "but all the time together and nothing else happened?"

Starkey glances at Red and sighs. "They fell in love, highnesses," he reasons, "what else is there to know? And even though you might think otherwise, they couldn't be more perfect for each other,"

Charming looks to his wife and then back to Starkey. "Thank you again for your time Captain," he says, looking pointedly at Red again.

Snow follows her husband out but Starkey pulls on Red's arm. "He is all right, isn't he?" he asks.

"He is," she promises, "And thank you for not revealing what really happened,"

tbc