CHAPTER 2: PANIC
Emma ran through the streets of Storybrooke to her yellow bug. She jumped in and turned the key in the ignition, causing the car to stutter to life. Before she could close the door, Neal jumped in the passenger seat.
"Neal!," Emma swatted his arm "You scared the crap out of me" He smiled innocently and leaned over to kiss her cheek. When he leaned back, Emma could see the mischevious glaze coating his eyes again."Sorry, Em" He closed the door and buckled his seatbelt.
"So, Where we headed?" He asked, without a care in the world. Emma bit her lower lip and pulled her door shut slowly, buckled her seatbelt, and puled the key out of the ignition. The car lost it's life and Neal turned to her, the mischevious glimmer fading over with concern.
"Em?," He reached his hand out to touch her shoulder "Are you okay" She looked up, the smallest tear pooling in her eye and trickling down her cheek.
"Henry's gone"
~OUAT~ Snow remained in bed for most of the day but by twelve o'clock she couldn't help herself any longer. She got up and began pottering around the kitchen, unsure of what she was doing, but still going along for the fun of it. She searched the cupboards for some inspiration for lunch and finally just settled for a peach ice tea. She was sitting on a bar stool, stirring her ice tea that sat upon the island top, when a pair of hands snaked around her waist, giving her quite a fright.
"Charming!" She breathed.
"Neal's stirring" He smiled softly before passing her and going into the cupboards, obviously a signal for her to go check on their child. To be completely honest, she hadn't heard her baby stir, she had been in a little world of her own. She picked up the small human being and cradled him in her arms.
"Shh, my baby" She all but cooed. Neal seemed to settle somewhat and Snow returned him to his crib, smiling silently to herself. She really couldn't ask for a better life.
~OUAT~ "What?!" Neal stammered.
"Henry's.. Gone" Emma cried.
"Are you sure? Did you check all of his favourite spots? What about his castle? What... What about..." He couldn't finish his sentence, He knew all too well the look on Emma's face. She wasn't lying. Henry was gone.