A/N: I don't know when the next time I'll be able to upload another chapter will be (maybe today, maybe not), so don't read this one too fast! ;)

Regina reentered the hotel at precisely 6:07 a.m. Henry and Snow were curled up on the bed together, Snow's arm draped around Henry's shoulder. They were both wide-awake and waiting for her.

Snow immediately noticed Regina's troubled expression and looked sympathetic. "You didn't find her," said Snow understandingly.

"No, I didn't." Regina's voice was agitated and rough. "I found her phone, though," she added, pulling the mangled mess of glass and metal out of her pocket and tossing it on the bed. Snow reached for it instantly. "Careful," Regina warned her, "the glass fragments get stuck in your hand. See?" Regina extended her own hand; it was slightly cut up and bleeding.

Snow ignored her and reached for the device anyway. She put in the passcode, ignoring the bits of glass that stuck to her thumb, and immediately went to Emma's photo album.

"You can't work your own phone, but you can work Emma's?" Henry interrupted from over her shoulder.

Snow smiled at the many pictures of her daughter on the phone. "Sometimes, Henry, you just know what to do."

Henry actually had a feeling he knew what to do, too. He grabbed the phone from his grandmother and scrolled all the way to the most recent media addition. "Mom, Grandma, look at this."

Regina sat on the side of Henry that Snow wasn't already covering. "What is it?" she asked.

"I'm not really sure," Henry replied uncertainly, "but I think we should watch it."

"Okay," said Snow. "No harm, right?"

"Right," Henry agreed. He pressed the play button on the screen.

Emma's face was difficult to make out through the phone, and the sound was a little fuzzy, but it was definitely Emma, and it was nice to see her and hear her again, in any form. The video began playing.

"Hey." Emma smiled awkwardly at her camera and shoved her hand into her coat pocket. "I guess you're looking for me, and you've found my phone by now, or you wouldn't be watching this." She shook her head awkwardly. "I don't know. Or maybe you're not looking for me, and I made this video for nothing. That's okay, too."

"No, it's not," Mary Margaret said sadly.

"Shh," Regina hushed her.

Emma continued on in the video. "I just want you guys to know that I'm safe. Well, for now at least. I can't guarantee my safety a whole lot longer, and I'm trying to figure this whole thing out without hurting any of you in the process." Emma looked like she was remembering something. "Oh, and Regina: check out 5th avenue. Lots of great shops with your kind of clothes."

Emma paused. For a long while she just stared at the ground. "I know I don't say it a whole lot, but I love you all. Even you, Regina. Over the years I've come to think of you as a somewhat of a friend. And Henry, you've been the best son I could possibly ask for.

"I guess I should be wrapping this up, then." Emma smiled vaguely at the camera. "So. Good morning, and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night."

The video ended then.

"That's it?!" exclaimed Snow, furious. "That's all she left us? It's not even helpful!"

"No, wait!" Henry held up his hand, signaling to his grandmother to calm down. "I think she left us an accidental hint. I think I know where she was going."