David's POV

Knock!Knock!Knock!Knock!

Four rapid, short knocks, with no pause in between.

David groaned as Neal began to wail. Did someone need to make noise every time he had just gotten the baby to sleep? He was starting to notice a pattern here.

David strode unhappily over to the door and flung it open, expecting someone who was going to really irritate him. He wasn't wrong, exactly, but his blue eyes widened in shock when he saw who was at his door and sort of… in his face.

Lily pushed past him and dropped her messenger bag on the table, ignoring any formalities. "I saw Emma," she said simply, plopping down into Mary Margaret's wooden chairs. The seat creaked underneath her but refused to break.

David was stunned. To his knowledge, not even Snow and the others had found her yet. They had an idea, but no Emma.

David pulled a chair up to the table and sat in it. "What? Where? How?"

Lily fished around in her bag and pulled out a wrinkled newspaper. She dropped it in the center of the table. David leaned forward so he could see it more clearly. "Woman tries to jump off Empire State Building," he read aloud. Beneath the title was his Emma, poised to jump (or slide, he guessed) off the Empire State Building. Though the picture was taken from the back, it was definitely his Emma; the woman had Emma's blond waves and Emma's red leather jacket.

It was too much for him to take. He tore his eyes away from the devastating picture in front of him to look back up at Lily.

"Did she- did she?" was all he could manage.

Lily rolled her eyes as if it were obvious. "No, I pulled her down before she could."

David leaned back in as relief washed over him in waves. "Thank God," he breathed out as he pressed his fingers to his temples. This was all getting to be too much for him. It was hard enough taking care of a newborn, but not having Mary Margaret to help and worrying constantly about Emma was not making it any easier. David couldn't remember the last time he'd slept.

Instantly David felt bad for being upset over a lack of sleep. His daughter was missing, and dear God, what the hell was wrong with him? Sleep. Daughter. Sleep. Daughter. It should be oh, so obvious which was more important.

Daughter.

"How'd you find Emma?"

Lily's angry green eyes bore into him. She kicked her booted feet up onto the table. "Remember that whole thing where you gave me Emma's dark potential?" She cocked her head threateningly to the side.

"Yes." David held his hands up in surrender. "And we're sorry for that; we know it was wrong now."

Lily ignored his apology. "That didn't pan out so well, by the way. And turns out I have a new superpower."

David looked at her questioningly. "What are you talking about?"

David could see the resentment for him in her eyes. "That was supposed to be part of Emma, yes? Well, it's still part of Emma, it's just not attached to her. Kind of like those phantom pains soldiers get when a leg gets chopped-"

"I don't need the gruesome details," David quickly interrupted her. He'd been killed twice, and he felt his own kinds of phantom pains when someone brought something like that up. He always did his best to steer clear of the subject.

Lily pushed her brown hair back and crossed her arms. "Fine. You don't deserve it, but I'll get to the point. That part of Emma," she spat out, "can sense where Emma is. It's like an Emma GPS." She shrugged lightly; it seemed like her anger was starting to dissolve slightly. "I had a feeling I should follow her, and so I did."

This David somewhat understood, but he was still confused about something. Or some things, rather. "How come you just left her there? And how did you get back into Storybrooke?"

Lily waved her hand dismissively at him and shifted the position of her boots on the table. Mary Margaret would freak if she knew there were feet on her kitchen table. He guessed she was probably out there somewhere, looking up and saying, "I sense a disturbance in the force."

"Don't worry about how I got back into Storybrooke; all magic has its flaws," Lily said. "What you need to worry about is Emma, because once you bring her back to Storybrooke, you'll have almost no time to figure things out. Right now, a world without magic is Emma's saving grace."

Lily popped a piece of gum into her mouth and removed her shoes (finally) from the tabletop. "I'm leaving," she announced abruptly. "You can figure the rest out on your own."

She stood up, marched out of the apartment, and slammed the door behind her. "Thanks for ruining my life, by the way!" she called through the walls.

David eyed the dagger embedded in his wife's walls. He read the name engraved on it for the millionth time. Emma Swan.

"It wasn't just your life we ruined," he mumbled.