"Deal with it, David," Regina hissed. "You're daughter's a queer. Just get over it."

"REGINA!" Emma screamed, shoving her. "Are you kidding me right now?"

"Sorry," she laughed. "I couldn't help myself."

"You're un-fucking-believable," Emma shot back.

David was still staring. He looked like he might throw up.

"If you're going to be sick, do it over the fire and put the thing out," Regina quipped.

"Let's go find Henry before I decide to sauté you like onions, witch."

Regina formed a ball of fire in her hand and moved toward David.

"I'd take that back if I were you," she warned.

"Not a chance."

He drew his sword. David wasn't ready to see his daughter with anyone, let alone with a woman, and let alone with the Evil Queen. He felt himself get woozy and braced himself against the tree. He glared at Regina. The silent gesture was a threat, a challenge, and Regina was more than ready and willing to take it on.

"I will slice you into cubes and feed you to the mermaids, and there will be nothing left of you when I'm done - not even bones."

"ENOUGH!" Emma screamed, standing between them. "You're both being stupid. Just forget it and let's go already. We don't have much time."

Again, in silence, they marched on for a long while, until it was nearly light out. They decided collectively - finally agreeing on something - to rest before they all started to hallucinate from lack of sleep. They built no fire, trying to keep their location as inconspicuous as possible. Emma thought her toes might be freezing off, but she didn't check. After all, who needed those? All she cared about was Henry, and maybe something else.

"I'm sleeping over here," David announced.

"Good for you, Mr. Princey Pants. Be sure you don't get your pretty clothes dirty."

"Oh, for God's sake! Knock it off!" Emma interjected.

They all went quiet, and Emma gathered some leaves to use as a pillow. She pushed half the pile towards Regina. It wasn't much, but it was something.

"Here," she said, urging Regina to lay down. "Get some sleep. You watched over me earlier. Let me watch over you."

Is this really happening? Regina wondered, not really believing it. Reluctantly, she made herself as comfortable as possible - which wasn't very comfortable at all - on the ground and tried to shut her eyes. Her mind rushed like a burst of wind in a ship's sails, and she could not quiet it. She longed for simple darkness, but all she found behind her eyelids was Emma's face.

"I can't," she whispered, trying not to wake David.

"Why not?

"I just can't," Regina said, electing not to tell her the whole truth.

After a moment of hesitation, Emma leaned down and softly kissed her lips. Her hand reached up and stroked Regina's hair, brushing it out of her tired eyes.

"We're going to find our son."

Emma was confident, sure of the truth of the statement, but Regina felt unsure - incapable of doing what needed to be done to reach him. She put her only faith in Emma, the savior. Eventually, though, with the savior's hand wrapped in her hair, she slept.