The room was cold, metallic, and so unfamiliar. Emma knew why she was here, but none of the events that had happened seemed real. She wished fiercely that she could just go back in time and not go out with Neal that night. Maybe things would have ended better for both of them. He wouldn't be in custody and she wouldn't be in the cold and unforgiving precinct, and there wouldn't be a dead body lying on some cold table awaiting an autopsy.

Emma shivered and wrapped her arms tighter around her abdomen. It seemed hours before an officer finically arrived to talk to her. The door creaked open and in stepped a man. Tall and only a few years older than Emma herself, normally Emma wouldn't be able to notice how good looking he was, but under the circumstances, the thought didn't even cross her mind. Sitting down in the chair across from her, he ran a hand through his raven hair.

"Miss Swan, I'm Officer Jones." He gave her a tense smile that didn't reach his eyes. Although he was only a little older than Emma, he looked weathered. Tired. Maybe it was just the unshaven look he had that made him appear so rugged.

"I'm here to ask you a few questions about the event you witnessed. I want you to know that you are not in any trouble whatsoever, I'm just here to take your statement." He cleared his throat and opened up a notebook, rustling the papers noisily. Emma sat back in the hard metal chair and rubbed her temples. That night had been one giant blur. "Tell me in a detailed manner, what exactly you saw that night." He waited, pen poised.

She didn't remember much. But she remembered enough. She took a shaky breath before speaking.

"I had just gotten off of work. Neal and I... We had been fighting again. We did that a lot. We were, uh. We were broken up but he still came to pick me up after my shift at the diner. He said he had something to tell me, that it was important. So I gave in. When he came to get me we walked a few blocks to an alley where he'd parked his car. There... Was a man standing by it. Neal told me to stay put so I stayed around the corner by the apartment building. Neal was gone for a while and when I looked back he was arguing with the man." Emma paused and drew in a shaky breath.

Officer Jones looked up inquisitively. "You alright?" He asked quietly. He actually looked concerned. Emma nodded and tucked a piece of her blonde hair behind her ear. "Yeah I'm fine. I just wish I could remember more." She closed her eyes for a moment before continuing.

"I didn't get a good look at the man, but he was wearing a suit. Which is kind of odd for downtown. Anyway they argued for a while and then Neal came back to where I was. He looked, angry. I asked him what was wrong but he just kind of waved me off. He was pretty quiet the whole ride. For a few miles there was this black car behind us. I didn't think much of it, but when we got close to my house, I noticed that the same car was behind us. Neal made sure I got in the house, and then he bolted. That's all I can tell you."

The Officer scratched something down and then looked up at Emma. "Can you describe what the car looked like?"

Emma thought back and tried to remember any small details she could. "I didn't get the best look at it... all I can really tell you, is that it was black and looked pretty new. It was at least a '62."

"So you saw nothing?" He asked. "Nothing you can recall?"

Emma's eyes flicked from the table to the Officers eyes a few times before she finally came out with her response. "No." she said simply. "I didn't see anything. When I was in that alley, there was one man. He was well dressed. That's it."

He tapped the pen on the table and looked thoughtful for a moment. "Sounds like we're done here." He pushed back his chair and stood up. "I can escort you out." He opened the door and motioned for her to step out.

"Can I talk to Neal?" She asked, leaning against the door frame, blocking his way.

Officer Jones scratched his head and looked around. "We can't really... do that." He lowered his voice and stepped closer. "But we don't have anything to charge him on, so he'll be released soon."

Emma smiled at him, relieved. "Thank you." She said. She only had to wait for Neal to be released, and he could explain what was going on.

When she finally got home, it was already dark. Warm yellow light shone through the windows, and Emma knew that she would be welcomed with open arms. When she stepped through the front door, her mother was right there, instantly fussing over Emma. "Oh sugar, are you alright? They were kind to you right?" Her green eyes shot back and forth frantically in motherly worry. Emma laughed and took her mother's hand.

"I'm fine Mom. They just wanted to take my statement." Her mother looked a little relieved, and she stepped back. "There is dinner in the kitchen if you want any. But, sweetheart, your father is in there." She warned.

Although gentle and kind most of the time, David Swan was not to be reckoned with. Especially when it came to his wife and daughter. Emma nodded at her mother and cautiously stepped through the door. David sat at the kitchen table, glasses falling down the bridge of his nose.

"Hi." Emma said quietly, sitting down in front of him. She knew he wasn't going to be pleased, so she approached with caution. "Listen, I know I told you that Neal and I weren't together anymore, and we aren't- but he just wanted to talk, and so I thought that it would be fine. And also, I'm almost twenty years old. I think I can handle Neal."

David sat quietly, and waited until his daughter finished talking. He pushed his glasses up so they sat atop his gray-peppered blonde hair. He ran a hand across his face. "Emma. Who knows what could have happened to you. I'm your father, I'm supposed to look out for you, until you're married and then that becomes your husbands job. Someone was shot and killed, Emma. I would assume you know how serious that is."

He raised his eyebrows in question. "Of course." Emma replied. David reached over the table and patted her hand. "Have they identified the body yet?"

Emma shook her head. "No. They've only recently gotten it. It will take a while before they release who exactly it was."

David nodded again, and looked over in the direction of his wife, who stood behind the doorway. "You can come in Mary Margaret. I know you're behind the door, and our daughter must be starving after the day she's had."

After eating what was left over of that night's dinner, Emma changed and slipped into her bed. She was exhausted from the events of the past few days and prayed that she'd get a good nights sleep. She hoped she would be able to see Neal tomorrow and clear up exactly what had happened. She hadn't withheld information from the police for nothing, after all. Had she?