A/N: "Of course you love Hook. that explains why David doesn't get to help find his daughter. Hook fans treat him like s*** all the time." – Guest review

I love David just as much as I love Hook. I actually think David is one of the most genuine characters in the show and a wonderful father to Emma. I have to leave him out in the beginning because when I have too many main characters at once, I find the story becomes almost unbalanced and a little overwhelming. And, actually, Hook isn't really helping look for Emma at the moment. You'll find out where he is eventually. Plus, I'm saving up my Charming moments for the end

"How did Mary Margaret leave town with only half a heart. She should have dropped dead at the town line. Plus we know from 4.02 that she breastfeeds. No way would she be able to leave Neal. Just another mama Snow fan makibg David unimportant to his daughter :( " –Guest review

Thank you for pointing this out. For baby Neal, keep in mind that there are pumps and baby formulas; Snow could have pumped ahead of time, then David simply buys formula when he runs out. As for the half a heart thing, I always thought that if Snow could survive with half a heart in Storybrooke, she could survive anywhere.

Snow placed her phone back in her purse and grabbed the newspaper from Regina. "'Woman tries to jump off Empire State Building,'" she read. She looked at the picture underneath the title. "That's Emma!" she exclaimed, pointing excitedly to the printed image. The picture showed her daughter from behind, red leather jacket and blond hair and all, sitting on the very tippy-top of the protective bars of the building. Snow forced herself to tear her eyes away from the photo, as it physically hurt to look at it, and continued on to the actual story. "Yesterday afternoon, a woman was caught trying to jump off the Empire State Building. She had managed to climb all the way up to the top of the safety bars, climbing as if she were going up a vertical cliff. Fortunately, another woman pulled her back onto the balcony before she could jump. The whole thing was caught on video surveillance, and the woman is now resting at Mount Sinai hospital with minor injuries. She is under suicide watch but in stable condition." Snow took in a deep breath. "Her identity is unknown, and so far no one has claimed her as family, excluding the woman who pulled her from the bars. The woman claimed to be her sister, but she left, telling the hospital she wouldn't be back."

Mary Margaret looked up from the paper, a tiny smile on her lips. "She's safe. She's alive." She pressed a hand to her chest. "Emma's okay."

"Who's claiming to be Emma's sister?" Regina asked, hands on hips.

The three of them stood there for a long while, not really sure what to do. Finally, Henry, always the one with the ideas, piped up. "Shouldn't we go see her? Where'd it say she was?"

"Mount Sinai," Regina replied, arms crossed.

They just stood there for awhile again.

"I'll hail a cab," Snow eventually said, and stepped to the end of the sidewalk. She stuck her thumb out sideways.

Regina noticed her thumb and sighed. "That's not how you hail a cab," she said. "You're not a hitchhiker. Let me do it." Regina put her fingers to her lips and let out a long, shrill whistle. "Taxi!" she demanded, waving a hand in the air.

Pretty soon, a bright yellow car pulled up alongside them. Regina swiftly opened the door and allowed Snow and Henry to climb in first. When she stepped in the cab, Regina immediately said, "To Mount Sinai. And make it snappy."

"Of course, of course," the driver replied in a smooth Indian accent, smiling at her in the rearview mirror. He pressed on the gas. "Did you hear about that girl who tried to jump off the Empire State Building? I read she's actually staying at Sinai. What a wackadoo."

"Yeah," Regina said, studying the scene outside the window, "that would be our wackadoo."

"Oh, really?" The driver looked extremely amused at this.

Snow was livid at his amusement. She leaned forward in her seat. "Hey. It's not funny. That's my daugh-" Snow stopped herself before she could say "daughter." No way would the driver believe she had a daughter the same age as her. "Sister," she corrected. "That's my sister." Calling Emma her sister felt awkward, but she continued on anyway. "Imagine your sister trying to kill herself, even if it's not by jumping off of the Empire State Building. Wouldn't you be devastated? Wouldn't you feel like you did something wrong, like you didn't give her enough love?"

The cab driver looked ashamed of himself. "Sorry," he apologized, his accent making him sound even more genuinely apologetic.

The rest of the drive was terribly awkward. Unfortunately, they were also in rush hour traffic, so it took them over two and a half hours to get to the hospital, thus extending the amount of awkwardness.

The driver finally, finally, pulled up in front of a rather large hospital, probably ten times the size of the one in Storybrooke. "Here we are," the man said, parking his car on the side of the street. "Good luck."

"Thanks," the three answered in unison.

They walked nervously into the hospital entrance. Mary Margaret was the first to walk up to the front desk. "Excuse me," she said to the African-American man at the desk, "where might we find the patient rooms?"

He looked up from his stack of paperwork. "Ma'am, visiting hours are over. You can come back tomorrow between six a.m. and eight p.m."

"But-" Snow interjected, looking severely disappointed. "Can't you make an exception? We really need to see this person."

"I'm sorry, miss. I can't change the rules. Please come back tomorrow."

Snow slumped a little. "Fine. I'll come back tomorrow," she grouched. "Regina, Henry, let's go."

"No," whined Henry. "I want to see my mom!"

Snow shot him a sympathetic look and took his hand. "I'm sorry, Henry. They're not gonna let us in."

Henry's hurt look pierced Snow's heart deeply. She could definitely understand how disappointed he was. "Hey," she said quietly to him, gently nudging his shoulder. "She'll still be here tomorrow, and we'll come back here first thing."

Henry nodded, looking slightly comforted by this. "Okay."

Henry was up and dressed at the crack of dawn. First, he shook his mother (the one that wasn't under suicide watch) awake. She rolled over so that her back was to him and pulled the covers over her head. "Stop it, Henry," she muttered.

"Mom, please, we have to get going. I want to get to Emma as soon as possible."

"That's all good and well, Henry," Regina mumbled from under the covers, "but it's four in the morning."

"Yes," Henry confirmed, leaning over her on the bed, "and last night you were willing to stay up all night to find Emma."

"That's right, Henry, and now I need to make up that sleep that I lost whilst looking for your other mother."

"Fine."

Regina was so relieved when she felt Henry's weight leave the bed that she almost cried out in excitement. She heard him pad over to Mary Margaret. Good, she thought. Grandma will go with you. Let Grandma take care of things for once.

Regina wished she would have had parents to watch Henry when he was littler. The fact that she didn't was her own fault from her own doings, though, so she had to face every consequence that came with it.

"Grandma, wake up!" Henry loudly urged Snow. "We have to get to Emma as soon as possible."

Regina guessed that Snow was ignoring him as well, as she heard Henry groan from across the room. She listened as he walked back over to her side of the room, and the only thought running through her mind was No no no no no no no no no oh please God no I just want one more hour of sleep.

"That's it." Henry's deepening voice was angry and conveyed that he was definitely fed up with both of them. He flung the curtains wide open, and light flooded into the room. Both Regina and Snow slung their arms over their eyes to block out the light. "Are you forgetting how much Emma's done for us over the years? Or does that mean nothing to you?" Henry asked them angrily. "Does Emma not deserve to be found as soon as possible, or is she the kind of thing that can wait? Yeah, let's sleep in. Sleep in until noon, eat a slow lunch, then take a nice stroll to the hospital. Emma, the person who saved us all, can wait. In fact, why do we even need to go today? Let's go see a movie or something; we can go tomorrow. Mom will understand."

Regina's eyes opened slowly, and she sat up. It wasn't like Henry to get this angry; he had always been so mellow. "Wow, Henry," she said apologetically. She extended her arms to Henry; he came over and sat on her lap and rested his head on her shoulder like old times. "I'm sorry. I had no idea you felt so strongly about this."

Henry nodded into her shoulder. "Emma's my mom, too. I love her, I missed out on ten years with her, and I don't want to miss a single second more."

Snow realized that she should be even more motivated than Henry right then. After all, she had missed twenty-eight, not just ten, years of her daughter's life. Plus, she had always been saying that she wanted to spend more time with Emma, so how could she do that if she didn't even know where Emma was?

Emma was far more important than a few extra hours of sleep.

After this, Snow and Regina were up and dressed within fifteen minutes. Knowing Henry's true feelings indicated to them both that if they so much as let their heads touch the pillow again, Henry would be deeply offended and feel they didn't care for him.

Their love for Henry was what got them going; their love for Emma was what kept them going.

Regina had packed a small brown baggie with food as a makeshift breakfast-on-the go for the three of them. As they were walking on the street, Regina pulled out one of the two apples and offered it to Snow.

"No," Snow declined. "I don't trust apples."

"Understandably," Regina said, dropping the apple back in the bag. "Bagel?" she offered instead. Snow declared the food to be safe and accepted.

Henry peeked inside the bag. "I want the muffin!" he said excitedly. Sometimes he still seemed to be four years old to Regina.

Not surprisingly, Regina was left with the apples. She ate them contentedly.

"I'm so ready to see Emma again," Henry said happily, stopping at the bus station to wait.

So were Regina and Snow, but the two shared a look that showed they had a bad feeling that wouldn't be happening today.