Regina was taken aback by this, uncomfortable with the lack of control. It was supposed to be when and how she said wanted it. But this, this was different. She could feel that Emma was shaking, and she was glad to have at least some obvious affect on her. She wasn't fond of being ignored, and she wouldn't be written off easily. Regina kissed Emma back, but once more, she was too eager. Emma pushed back again.

"Please stop," she begged.

"What do you want from me?" Regina spat, throwing her hands up. "Would it work for you if I wore a absurdly huge coat and cut off my hand to make it a hook?"

"You're being ridiculous," Emma said, shocked and bewildered by the whole situation.

"Am I?" she asked. "Or is he the one you really want? Or maybe Neal?"

"Stop it!" Emma said. "This is stupid. If I wanted Hook, I'd be with him right now. But I'm here, with you, looking for our son. Remember that? Remember Henry? That's why we're here. We need to find David and keep moving. We seriously don't have time for this right now."

Regina was furious, but she had to agree, so she let it drop. Luckily, they didn't have to walk far before they found David, who was sharpening his sword.

"Hey," he said, as nonchalantly as possible, trying to pretend nothing awkward had happened. "I think we've got him. I found some trails here."

He pointed to the ground. Regina used her magic to illuminate the path, and they followed it deeper into the woods until, just as they'd hoped, they came to Pan's camp. The lost boys weren't there, but they could tell they'd been there recently. It was a more permanent setup than usual, so it was obvious that it was their main camp. They spread out to look around for any signs that might help - Regina scanning the area with magic, and Emma and David going about it the old fashioned way - by lifting up every rock and putting it back down again.

"There's nothing here," Regina sighed, tossing a chair to the side.

"Wait," Emma said, beckoning them over. "Come here, guys. It's Henry's jacket."

When Emma reached under one of the small tables to pick it up, she could see her own bruises that had formed around her wrists. Quickly, she grabbed the jacket and put it into Regina's hands, dropping her arms to her sides. Regina squeezed the coat and lifted it up to her face, pressing her cheek against it. She sighed again.

"What if he's cold?"

Emma suddenly looked sad and moved closer to the Queen. She wanted to tell her that it would be okay, that they'd find Henry, that they'd all get home safely and everything would work out. But she wasn't so sure anymore. Seeing Henry's jacket tore her heart right open, and she reached out to touch Regina's hand. Her wrists throbbed.

"I'm sure he's fine," Emma reassured her.

"Yeah," David interjected. "He's a tough little guy. He can hold his own."

They exchanged weak smiles, but none of them felt much better about the situation.

"What now?" Regina probed.

"We keep tracking Pan until we find him."