The next day Emma wakes up in a white room. She looks around, confused. A nurse walks through the door and freezes.
She smiles, "You're awake. This is good. We were worried about you."
Emma frowns, "What are you talking about? Where am I?"
The nurse checks her chart, "You are in the hospital. You have been in a coma for a year. We were afraid that you wouldn't wake up."
Emma shakes her head, "No that's not possible. I was… Can patients in a coma have dreams that seem… real?"
The nurse nods, "Yes of course. It happens all the time."
She rubs her head, "You will never believe the dream I had. I was in Neverland with Captain Hook, who was very attractive by the way, and Peter Pan was the bad guy."
The nurse laughs, "Wow that sounds intense. At least you had a little fun while you were asleep."
Emma laughs, "True. So what happened to me?"
The nurse looks up at her, "You were in an accident. You ran into a pole with your car and the airbag didn't deploy and your head hit the steering wheel pretty hard. You could breathe on your own, but for some reason you wouldn't wake up. There was no explanation."
Emma shrugs, "Maybe I just needed some sleep."
The nurse laughs, "Maybe. I am going to get the doctor and we will talk about letting you leave here."
Emma smiles and lies back. She should have known it was all a dream. She didn't know how to sword fight and in the dream she excelled at it. She thought about the Lost Boys wanting her son. It was probably just the guilt of giving him up. It had to be. That was the only explanation. She laughed to herself. It was amazing what the subconscious mind put you through.
The doctor walks in, "Hello, Ms. Swan, I am Dr. Jones. I am going to run some tests and make sure you are in pristine condition so you could leave."
Emma nods, "Great." She frowns, "Do you know what happened to my car?"
Dr. Jones shakes his head, "I think the police have it. I can have the nurse get you a couple phone numbers, if you want?"
Emma looks at the nurse, "If it wouldn't be too much trouble…"
The nurse nods, "Of course."
Emma smiles, "Thank you so much."
The nurse leaves and the doctor begins his exam.
Emma walks out of the hospital the next morning and breathes in the morning air. She decides to walk the 3 blocks to the police station. They said her car was still working and that she would be able to pick it up without any problems. She had to figure out where she was going to go. She felt so lost and alone. A whole year had gone by and now… She was stuck with memories of a fake life she had experienced in her head. How crazy was that? It had felt so real. The attraction had felt so real. She could still feel his lips on hers. She shakes her head to get rid of the images. They weren't real. Captain Hook was a man in a fairytale. One she had never been attracted to in the books, but to be fair this Hook looked nothing like that one. She walks into the police station.
The receptionist looks up, "How can I help you?"
Emma sighs, "I called earlier about my car. They said I could pick it up from here."
The young girl nods, "And what is your name?"
She smiles, "Emma Swan. I was in a coma for a year after a car accident."
The receptionist looks up, "Oh. Wow. Ok, someone will be around with your car in a few minutes and all you need to do is fill out these forms."
Emma takes the forms, surprised, "I don't have to pay anything? No storage fee?"
The receptionist types something, "No, it looks like someone already took care of that for you."
Emma frowns and sits down in a chair. Who would pay off her debt? She starts filling out the forms and takes a deep breath. She looks at the line that says address and hesitates. She didn't know what to write. She didn't have a home. Her life was getting more and more pathetic. She wrote down a city; Tallahassee. She couldn't see why she should change the original plan. The thought of Neal made her wince. She finished the form and handed it to the receptionist who told her to wait outside for her vehicle.
She walks out the doors and smiles, "There's my baby."
*9 years later*
She stands at her counter wishing not to be alone when there was a knock on the door. She blows out the candle and answers the door. She frowns when she doesn't see anyone.
The kid clears his throat, "I'm down here."
Emma looks down, "Are you lost kid?"
He shakes his head, "Henry. And you are Emma Swan."
She frowns, "And how do you know that."
He pushes his way in, "Because you are my mom." He walks into the kitchen, "Do you have any juice?"
She laughs, "Um, I'm not your mom, kid."
He opens the orange juice, "I found some and I told you my name is Henry. You are my mother."
She stands on the other side of the counter and stares at him sternly, "I am not your mother."
Henry smiles, "So are you telling me you didn't give up a kid 10 years ago." He watches as the expression on her face changes, "Ah, so you remember now."
Emma sighs, "Fine. Maybe you are my kid, but your parents must be worried about you. How did you find me?"
Henry shrugs, "Does it matter? You probably should drive me back though."
Emma rolls her eyes, "Or I could call the cops and report you as a missing child."
Henry shakes his head, "I will just tell them that you kidnapped me."
Emma closes her eyes, "And they will believe you because I am your mother. Fine. Where do you live?"
Henry grins, "Storybrooke, Maine."
Emma raises a brow, "Seriously?"
Henry nods and swipes his finger through the frosting of her cupcake. She laughs and grabs her keys and jacket. He follows her down to her yellow bug and they head for Storybrooke where Emma's life was about to change forever. Of course she didn't know that yet.