It only takes Regina a few minutes to realize that she needs to pull herself together and go find her son. She drops the comics, leaves the couch cushion overturned, and goes to get dressed quickly. She forces herself to think of Henry as just another person she needs to find, just someone else who is running, not as her ten year old son, the only thing she has left in the world. She has to be a cool, collected bail bondsperson right now, because if she allows herself to be the distraught mother that she really is, she'll never find him.

Once she's got her boots, jeans, and tank top on, she grabs her wallet and leather jacket, as well as the most recent picture of Henry that she has and takes off for the bus station in her beat up yellow Volkswagon. When people want to run, they don't stay in the same city. But Henry's options for leaving were limited - he couldn't drive and he couldn't fly alone - so the bus station was the best bet.

It takes twenty minutes, a lot of threats, and one round of tears before one of the employees remembers Henry buying a ticket with cash three days earlier. But no one seems to know what bus it was for or where it was going.

Regina's nearly at the end of her rope when one of the janitors catches sight of the picture and says that he saw the boy getting on the bus that had left in the middle of the night heading for Maine.

There were various stops that that bus made though and not knowing which one Henry got off on, she feels just as helpless as she had before.

"Hey, Joe drives that bus and it looks like he's just pulling in. Maybe he remembers what stop your son got off at." The janitor offers with a smile, pointing towards the bus that is just pulling into the station.

Regina takes off at a run, barely managing to throw a thank you over her shoulder as she goes. She's on the bus before Joe even has it in park, thrusting Henry's picture in his face.

"Whoa, lady, what the hell?"

"Do you remember this little boy?" Regina's voice is desperate, "He was on your bus this morning. Do you remember him? Where did he get off?"

"Look, lady, I don't -"

Regina grabs him by the collar then, clutching tightly and trying to get her anger and fear under control. "Look at the damn picture."

"I've been driving all night. I'm exhausted. I don't pay attention to my passengers -"

"He is a ten year old little boy!" Regina nearly sobs. "He had a backpack. He was traveling alone. Please, just look at the picture. Please."

With a sigh, Joe looks at the picture, taking in Henry's face. "Yeah, yeah, okay, that kid. I remember him. Sorta."

"Where did he go? What stop did he get off at?" Regina begs him to remember.

Joe closes his eyes, trying to remember the kid. And then it hits him. "Storybrooke." He mumbles.

"What?"

"Storybrooke. The kid got off at Storybrooke. He was the only one. I remember because no one ever gets off at that stop. But he did."

"Storybrooke?" Regina repeats. "Storybrooke, Maine."

"Yeah." Joe confirms. "Real little town. It's off I-95."

That's all Regina needs to hear. She spins on her boot clad heel and races for her Bug.

"You're welcome!" Joe yells to her retreating back, but she's already too far away to care.

"What am I supposed to do?" Emma asks Kathryn after relaying the whole story to her. "I mean, I gave him up in a closed adoption. I'm pretty sure that I'm breaking all kinds of laws right now, Kath, and I can't go back to jail."

"Whoa, whoa." Kathryn puts a hand on Emma's arm, trying to calm the mayor. "It's not going to come to that, okay? I won't let it come to that."

"If his mother thinks I kidnapped him -" Emma glances over to where Henry is still nestled on the couch, engrossed in a hand held video game now. His eyes are drooping a bit and she figures the kid has to be tired after his adventure to get here, but he keeps focused on the game, his fingers moving quickly over the buttons.

"You didn't do anything wrong, Emma. Henry tracked you down and showed up here of his own accord. While you're not supposed to have contact with him, you also can't help that he showed up on your office doorstep. No judge is going to fault you for that."

"Okay." Emma breathes a sigh of relief, thankful for the attorney's help. "But what do I do with him?"

"As of now, no Amber Alerts have been issued. To me, that means that either his mother doesn't realize he's gone, or - more likely - Henry's right in assuming that she's coming looking for him herself. I'd say that for now, your best bet is to get in touch with Graham. Have him call the Boston PD, let them know that Henry showed up here, that you're trying to get in touch with his mother but Henry's not being 100% forthcoming with information about her." Kathryn pauses, clearly checking off items on some mental list. "By doing that, you're showing that you are trying to get him back, that you aren't trying to kidnap him or anything else. Plus, you've already sought legal counsel and contacted the police to make sure that Henry gets back with his adoptive mother."

"Okay." Emma nods again, feeling like it's the only word she can say. "And until we get in touch with his mother, what should I do with him?"

"From my standpoint, you're okay to keep him with you. You're a well respected, elected official with ties to this town. You wouldn't endanger him. And the other option is taking him down to the station to wait, probably in a cell. No one wants that to happen to a ten year old kid."

"Okay, so, I call Graham and tell him what's going on, then I take Henry back to my place and I wait until he gets in touch with the mother or she shows up here."

There's panic in Emma's eyes, even as she tries to remain calm, and Kathryn is reminded that she's only a 28 year old woman who had no family growing up and is, in many ways, still just a lost little girl. She reaches out and grasps Emma's hand. "How about I go talk to Graham, get all of that stuff taken care of, and you just go ahead and take Henry back to your place?"

Emma looks relieved and offers a semi-watery smile to her friend. "Thank you, Kath. Really. I -"

"Hey." Kathryn shakes her head and smiles. "It's okay. It's nothing, in fact. You gave me a job when no one else would. I owe you far more than this."

Emma smiles. "I just knew I was going to need a great lawyer one day."

"Well you got one." Kathryn smiles, then turns to Henry. "Henry?"

The little boy jolts just a bit at Kathryn's voice, blinking rapidly before focusing on her face, his game falling into his lap. "Yeah?"

"I need you to tell me just a few more things, okay?"

Henry bites his lip, looks to Emma, and then finally nods slowly at Kathryn once he sees Emma nod at him. "Okay. I'll try."

"What's your mom's name, Henry?"

Henry knows he could be smart and say Emma Swan, but he also knows from the bits and pieces of the conversation that he overheard that Emma is really freaking out about everything right now. Plus, he's fairly certain that enough time has passed that his mom is already on her way - if she's coming. So he gives her a smile and offers up the name. "Regina. Regina Mills."

Kathryn scribbles on a legal pad. "Okay. Great. And what was your address in Boston?"

This time he takes longer to answer and it's not because he's trying to be funny or waste time or anything like that. It's honestly because he's trying to remember. He can only come up with a street name and an apartment number, but Kathryn tells him he did a good job as she writes everything down. Moving around so much makes it difficult to remember your address, Henry has found, especially because Mom is so protective over him. He goes to school and that's about it.

"Is there any way to reach your mother, Henry? A cell phone, email, anything?"

"No." Henry tells them and it isn't a lie. "She uses different ones all the time, so that they can't be traced back to her. She had just finished a job so she got rid of the prepaid cell phone she'd been using. She didn't tell me a new number yet. And she doesn't have access to a computer all the time, only if we go to the library or something."

"Alright. Thank you, Henry. I'm going to go talk to our sheriff, to see if he can get in touch with your mom, so we can get you back to her. Mayor Swan is going to take you back to her house so that you can get some food and maybe catch a nap for a while."

Henry's eyes light up. "I get to go home with you?"

"Only until we get in touch with your mom, Henry." Emma cautions quickly. "And then you're going back with her."

Henry smiles widely and nods. "Cool."

Emma glances at Kathryn again and the lawyer gives her a reassuring smile. "Go ahead. I'll take care of all of this."

"Thank you, Kathryn." Emma says again before she turns to Henry. "Alright kid, grab your backpack and come on." This time, she doesn't even correct herself. She's suddenly feeling very un-mayoral.

Kathryn watches the two leave, pulling out her cell phone and dialing a number before she starts walking. "Hey, it's Kathryn. You might want to head over to Emma's. She could probably use you right about now."

The knock at the door startles Emma and she feels her stomach begin to churn. This is it, she tells herself, I'm going to open that door and Henry's mother is going to be on the other side. She only hopes the woman isn't carrying a gun and looking for vigilante justice.

She pulls the door open and exhales all her breath at the sight of the woman behind it. "Mary Margaret."

"Hey. Kathryn called, said you needed me." The teacher says as she takes in the sight of Emma. She's changed from her pencil skirt and blazer into yoga pants and a long sleeved shirt, her go to comfort outfit.

Emma closes her eyes, feeling the tears she's been trying to keep at bay slip down her cheeks. "She was right." She murmurs as she falls into Mary Margaret's embrace, clinging to her tightly.

When Emma had shown up in Storybrooke a month after giving up Henry, she'd been a mess to say the least. Granny had given her a room at the B&B, as well as a job waitressing with Ruby. She'd met Mary Margaret when she came in every morning at 7:15 to try and catch David Nolan's eye. Mary Margaret had been sweet and understanding and so motherly (even though they were nearly the same age) that Emma had instantly latched on to her. They'd quickly become friends and Emma had opened up to Mary Margaret about everything that had happened to her - including giving up Henry. Up until a few hours ago when she'd admitted everything to Kathryn, Mary Margaret had been the only one to know the truth about her giving up her child for adoption.

"Hey, hey. Shh." Mary Margaret whispers against Emma's hair, rubbing her back gently. "What's going on?"

Emma pulls back and looks at Mary Margaret with watery eyes. "He's here, Mary Margaret. He's here."

Mary Margaret swallows, knowing without being told who 'he' is. Ruby and Ashley had both already called her asking if she knew why a little boy would be looking for Emma. She'd suspected and now it seems that her suspicions have been confirmed. "Oh, Emma." She hugs the mayor again. "Where is he?"

"Upstairs, in one of the extra rooms, sound asleep. I made him some grilled cheese and then showed him the room and he sprawled out on the bed with his comics and fell asleep." She blinks. "My son is sleeping upstairs."

A million questions fly through Mary Margaret's mind but she knows that Emma doesn't need to be bombarded with them right now. She'll get her answers later. Right now, her friend needs her. "And how are you handling that?"

"I feel like I'm losing my mind." Emma admits quietly.

"Oh Emma."

"Henry - his name is Henry - he says he needs my help. That I'm the only one who can help him. There's stuff going on with his mom, but he won't tell me what or how I'm supposed to help and… I don't know what to do Mary Margaret. I'm so scared."

"I know you are." Mary Margaret soothes. "But you haven't done anything wrong and from what Kathryn said, whatever legalities there are in this situation are being taken care of."

"It's not the legalities I'm worried about." Emma sighs. "Or at least not just the legalities. You should've seen him when he saw this place, Mary Margaret. His eyes went so wide and he couldn't believe it was all mine. He was running around like a little monkey and when he found the bedroom - I just couldn't help but think -"

"Emma." Mary Margaret's voice holds concern, even as it reprimands just a bit.

"I know I made the right choice all those years ago. I know it. I couldn't handle it then. But now I can't help but look around at my life and think - what if? I turned everything around. I'm the mayor, for crying out loud! Maybe the first year or so we would've struggled, but look at the life I could've given him. Maybe if I'd just kept him - if I'd just toughed it out -"

Mary Margaret reaches out and takes her hands, squeezing them tightly. "Sweetie, don't do that. Don't play the what if game." She brushes a lock of blonde hair back off Emma's tear stained cheeks. "It'll only drive you crazy. There's nothing you can do to change the past."

"I know that." Emma breathes. "I know that and I've come to terms with it. But when the past shows up on my doorstep -"

"It's hard. I know." Mary Margaret supplies with a small smile. "What about the future? If he sought you out because of a problem with his mother -"

Emma shakes her head. "He loves his mom. I don't think the problem is with her, so much as about her and her job. He seems worried about her. And I could never - I couldn't do that to either of them. I just - I just need her to get here and take him and let me get back to trying to be mayor of this town."

"Alright." Mary Margaret nods, pleased with Emma's response. "Let's go to the kitchen, have some hot chocolate and relax for a little, okay? Wait until Henry's mom shows up and take it all from there."

"But David -" Emma protests, even as she allows herself to be led into the kitchen that Mary Margaret uses more than her.

"David understands. Now let's get some hot chocolate in you. I'll even add extra whipped cream and cinnamon."

It isn't until she sees the large, white 'Welcome To Storybrooke' sign that Regina feels some of the panic abate. She's been trying to cling to her bail bondsperson persona, but as the miles on I-95 had increased with no sign of the town Joe had claimed Henry had taken the bus to, the worried mother had risen more and more. But now, finally, she's entering the town. Her son is here. And she will get him back.

She doesn't pay much attention to the sights she's passing. Unlike Henry, she doesn't care what the little town looks like. All she cares about is finding Henry. So when she catches sight of the small 'bus stop' sign, she slams on the brakes, thankful that there's no other traffic on the road. She quickly pulls over and scans the area, taking in the sight of the diner. It's her best bet, so she grabs the picture of Henry and climbs out of the car.

A bell rings above the door as she enters and a young waitress in a rather skimpy outfit turns to look at her. "Wow, two in one day." She mutters as she comes forward.

"Excuse me?" Regina asks, her eyes scanning the diner looking for any signs of Henry.

"Oh, nothing." Ruby smiles and hands over a menu. "Can I get you something to drink while you decide?"

Regina pushes the menu aside. "Actually, I'm not here for food. I'm looking for someone. My son, Henry." She holds up the picture. "Have you seen him, by chance?"

Regina slides the picture across the counter to Ruby. It doesn't take more than a quick glance for the waitress to nod. "Oh sure! He was in here earlier today. Sweet kid. Really polite."

Regina's heart skips a beat. "You've seen him then? He's here?" She knows there's desperation in her voice, but she doesn't care.

"Yep." Ruby smiles. "I mean, he's not here here, of course. But he's here in Storybrooke."

"Do you have any idea where he might be?" Regina practically begs.

"He was looking for Mayor Swan when he got here, so I'd check there first."

"The mayor?" Regina wracks her brain, trying to figure out why Henry would be looking for the mayor of a small town. What could he possibly have come here for? "Do you know where I can find him?"

Ruby laughs at that. "Her."

"What?" Regina asks, not comprehending anything but her need to find her son.

"Mayor Swan is a woman. Her, not him. She's probably home by now. 108 Mifflin Street is her address. It's a big, white house. Impossible to miss."

Regina pushes away from the counter. "Thank you." She calls over her shoulder as she rushes out of the diner.

"No problem." Ruby calls after her. "Well, Emma, you certainly are popular today, aren't you?" She mumbles to herself as she cleans off the counter.