Sarah hopped into her car and followed Emma's quickly fading headlights. Well aware of the fact that Regina would be livid if she knew, Sarah had devised a plan to make her family remember who they were. Who she was. And as much as she distrusted Emma, she was the key to the plan working. A simple thought had her magic swirling deep within her.

Storybrook may have been devoid of magic, but not all of her tricks needed it. Her mind snapped to attention as her task was finished. Not a moment too soon, a lone wolf appeared in front of Emma's vehicle. Looking up from the book Henry had left, Emma saw the wolf standing in the road. She gasped, and the car spun out of control, before crashing into the "Welcome to Storybrooke" sign. Emma's head hit the steering wheel and she fell unconscious.

"Damn." Sarah muttered as she slowed to a stop beside the wrecked car. The wolf stood in the middle of the road and howled as Sarah got out of her car. She nodded at the creature and bowed slightly.

"Thank you. You have done well." The wolf seemed to bow it's head back to her, bbefore bolting into the forest. Sarah approached the vehicle and looked inside. Emma was obviously unconscious, and Henry's storybook had fallen to the floor. Suddenly, the pages flipped with the breeze and came to rest upon a picture of Geppetto carving the enchanted tree trunk.

"You escaped once, princess, you won't be so lucky again." Sarah said quietly as she picked up the book, before pulling out her phone and pressing a few buttons. She put the device up to her ear and sighed as a familiar voice filled her ears.

"Hello?"

"Hey there, Sherriff Graham. Hope you haven't already put on your pj's, cause you're gonna want to come to the welcome sign. Looks like we've got a problem." Sarah said with a small sigh.

"I'll be there in ten." He said before hanging up.

A few hours later, Emma was locked up, and Sarah was finally home. She fell asleep almost as soon as her head hit the pillow. Her dreams, as usual, were quick flashes of images. Black hair. A leather jacket. The ocean. The horizon. A hook.

Familiar blue eyes were the last things she saw before being roughly shaken awake by Regina.

"Where is he? Where is Henry?" the woman demanded.

"I don't know. When I got in last night, er, this morning, he was in his room, sound asleep." Sarah said, quickly standing, and throwing on a loose black t-shirt. "We can go see Graham at the station, maybe he'll know." She suggested.

"You're right. We leave in five minutes. Hurry up." Regina demanded.

As they made their way to the station, Sarah bit her lip worriedly. How would Regina react to the fact that Emma was still around? She heaved a great sigh as the car rolled to a stop, and both women hurried into the station.

"Graham? Henry's run away again, we have to--what isshedoing here?" Regina stopped mid sentence as she saw Emma."Do you know where he is?"

"Lady, I haven't seen him since I dropped him at your house, and--", she indicated to the prison bars, "—pretty good alibi."

"Yeah, well, he wasn't in his room this morning." Regina countered.

"Did you try his friends?" Emma inquired.

"He doesn't really have any, besides me. He's kind of a loner." Sarah explained quietly.

"Every kid has friends. Did you check his computer? If he was close to someone he'd be emailing them."

"And you know this how?"Regina snarked.

"Finding people's what I do. Here's an idea; how 'bout you guys let me out, and I'll help you find him." Emma bargined.

"Deal." Sarah agreed, quickly, desperate to find her young friend.

When they arrived at Regina's house, they all immediately ran up to Henry's room. As they searched the computer, it quickly became apparent that they weren't going to be finding anything.

"Smart kid. Cleared his inbox. I'm smart too, a little hard disk recovery utility I like to use." Emma commented.

"I'm a bit more old-fashioned, in my techniques. Pounding the pavement, knocking on doors, that sort of thing." Graham explained.

"Breaking down doors is more like it." Sarah snorted quietly from beside him.

He turned to look at her and gave her a playful glare. "That was once ." He argued.

"Twice." She corrected, smiling widly.

"You're on salary;" Emma said, interrupting the playful moment, "I get paid for delivery. Pounding pavement is not a luxury that I get." She searched for another minute, before finding something. "Ah, there's a receipt for a website, —it's expensive. He has a credit card?" She asked, turning to look at Regina.

She simply scoffed, "He's ten."

"Well, he used one." Upon closer inspection, the computer screen showed that the card clearly belonged toMary Margaret Blanchard."Let's pull up a transaction record. Mary Margaret Blanchard, who's Mary Margaret Blanchard?"

"Henry's teacher." Sarah said, disdainfully, as she and Regina exchanged looks of irritation.

*A/N AHEAD*Hello, loves! I'm Tiffany. I hope you're all enjoying the story so far!!! I'm open to any comments, questions, or criticism you may have. Thank you all so much for reading. Have a llovely day!xxx-Tiff