I think I cried, that day. It wasn't fun, you know. But now, I'm glad it happened. Funny, isn't it? Guess that's just the way life goes.

Henry smiled, and Emma did too. She hadn't been sure what to think when she'd found herself pregnant, at only 17. Her father had gotten so mad. He had nearly driven Baelfire out of the camp. But Emma wouldn't trade her son for the world. He was growing into such a great person, now 10 years old and learning to swordfight and ride horses. He was a great kid. She and Bae both took turns with Henry, but they didn't live together. Her father had practically threatened Bae at sword-point.

Now, Emma was off on her rounds of going about the kingdom, looking for anyone who needed her help. Her job. And nothing more. Suddenely, she heard a scream. She spurred her horse onward and raced towards the source. She saw the burning wreck of a carriage, with three bodies laying near it. She dismounted and went over to the bodies. There was a woman, a man, and a little girl. She checked the woman and the man. Both were dead. Then she went over to the girl. She looked maybe 6 or 7, perhaps a bit older. Emma checked. She had a pulse. She looked around at the carriage, the dead man and woman, probably the girl's parents. Better she wake up... not here. She picked the girl up and placed her on the back of the horse gently, and rode back to camp. She figured the girl must have been the one who screamed, right before going unconscious. She rode into the camp and carefully dismounted, then picked the girl up and brought her into her tent. She was already stirring. Emma waited patiently for her to wake up.

When she did, she looked around for a bit, panicked, and asked, "Where am I? Who are you?!"

"I'm Emma", Emma replied. "What's your name?"

"I'm... I'm Christine."