Mary Margaret scrambled to get a light on in the room. "What, really? Where do you think she went?"

Henry shrugged. "I don't know. She's kind of unpredictable."

Snow's eyes lit up. "We can call her. She'd answer her phone, right?"

Henry shrugged again. "I guess."

Snow dragged her enormous suitcase out from under the bed and began rifling through the clothes. She had thrown the flip phone Emma that had given her for Christmas somewhere in with her mess of blouses, skirts, toiletries, and cardigans. Just in case.

Henry watched from beside the bed as shirts flew this way, pants that way. He even had to duck once to avoid getting smacked in the face by an airborne shoe. Finally, Snow pulled out a tiny black metal device. She flipped it open and the screen flared to life. "Henry, help me call your mother," she said simply.

Henry knelt beside her and pointed to an icon on the screen. "You hit that to go to your contacts," he informed her.

"How do I click it?"

"Use the arrows down here until the button with the face on it lights up, then click the middle button."

Snow did as instructed. "Okay, I see David, Emma, and Hook. How do I get to Regina's name?"

"Scroll down with the arrows again until you see it," replied Henry. "Aren't you getting the hang of this by now?"

"Not really," replied Snow through gritted teeth as she clicked through her contacts. She pressed the middle button once she had landed on Regina's name, then pressed it again to call her.

Riiiiiiing.

Riiiiiiing.

Riiiiiiing.

Riiiiin-

"Hello?" came Regina's stiff voice through the speakerphone. Both Snow and Henry fell backwards against the foot of the bed in relief.

"Regina, where are you? You don't have your magic here; it's not safe to be out this late."

"For your information," Regina replied, "I'm looking for your daughter. After what I did to you and David, I feel I owe it to you."

"Okay, Regina, but you don't owe it to us at two thirty in the morning! Even Emma is probably sleeping right now."

"Yes," countered Regina, "which would mean that she's not moving. If you get lost, hug a tree, right?"

Snow shook her head in disbelief. "Regina, we can search for her in the morning. Henry is worried about you, and so am I."

"Don't worry so much. I'm perfectly safe."

"You could get mugged, Regina! And how are you planning on finding Emma, anyway? This city is huge, and it's crowded, and for God's sake, it's two in the morning!"

"I'm using the 'Find My iPhone' app. Emma showed it to me a while back. It's a good thing Emma likes her gadgets upscale, or this would be a whole lot harder." There was a long pause. "Look, Mary Margaret, you may not ever forgive me for what I did, but I still owe this to you. Plus, I consider us somewhat as friends. Is this not what a friend would do for a friend?"

Mary Margaret slammed her hand against the carpeted flooring. "No! This is crazy, Regina! I forgive you! I forgive you, okay? If I don't forgive you, if I do what you did and hold a grudge until I get revenge, then we could end up in a worse situation than we're in now. So, Regina, I forgive you. Now please come back here."

"No." With that, Regina hung up the phone on Snow.

Regina followed the tracking signal around the city. She followed it tirelessly for hours, street after street, block after block. At least they'd made the right decision in coming to New York; Emma was definitely here.

She stopped for a moment to examine her surroundings. Regina was no stranger to scary things, but the skyscrapers looming over her in the dark of the night were making her lose her cool. Sure, she'd been in castles. Sure, they were big. But castles were never this tall. Regina felt that one of the buildings could come toppling down on her at any moment.

"Relax," Regina said to herself. "You used to be the Evil Queen. You can handle a walk in the dark." She brushed nonexistent dust off of her blazer and continued on. Regina found it odd that this world had their own version of a tracking spell, but being that she had no magic here, she was certainly grateful for that fact.

She glanced down at her own iPhone; she was finally getting close to Emma. "Miss Swan," she chuckled to herself, "I'm assuming the only part of hide-and-seek you excelled at as a child was to 'seek.' Because it certainly was not hard to find your hiding spot."

A few more feet until Emma, her phone told her. Regina smiled triumphantly; she knew Henry would be so happy to have his other mother back, and he'd have her to thank for it. Plus, maybe she could finally start truly patching things up with Snow and Charming.

Regina came across an alley. Her phone was telling her that Emma was hidden in that alley, between the two brick buildings.

"Emma?" she called softly. "Emma?"

There was no reply. She stepped forward and heard something crunch beneath her feet. She backed and bent down to investigate whatever she'd just ruined.

"Damn it, Swan!" Regina exclaimed upon seeing the object. She should have known better. Regina stomped her foot on the ground. She screamed out of anger and out of frustration. She slammed her foot against the ground again, and screamed again. A feeling of pure hopelessness seized her, something she hadn't felt since her first true love had been viciously killed. She kicked the object she'd stepped on as hard as possible.

Emma's broken phone went flying and collided with the wall at the end of the alley.

Emma was cunning, and Regina was starting to hate that about her.