This wasn't how the day was supposed to go. They were supposed to go to Portland and sit by the sea. Enjoy the sandwiches Emma had prepared for them. Drink the fresh cider from the apples in their garden. Bask in the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, all while watching Henry as dove under the current. As Emma paced the halls of the hospital, all she could think about was what the day should have been.

When Henry showed up with Snow and David in tow, he took his mother into his arms and hugged her close, nearly the same height as her now. Snow and David followed quickly, still trying to put the pieces together. Regina had been pushed over the line. Cora had been the one to push her. That was all they knew.

"Anything?" David asked.

Emma shook her head, her eyes red and watery. "Cora?" David had the same response.

It wasn't long before Dr. Whale emerged from Regina's room with a morose expression on a face, only to be bombarded with questions from Emma. "How is she? What about the baby? How's her memory? Is she going to be ok? Can she come home?"

Whale held up a hand, not to silence Emma, but more to beg for her to slow down. "We haven't found any physical injuries," he informed her, and the rest of the family. "But, since she's not alert, we don't know if her memory is still in tact."

"So, what, we just wait and see?" Emma grunted. "What about the baby?"

"As I said, physically, Regina is fine. The baby's heartbeat is strong, steady. We have no reason to believe there's any fetal distress."

Emma heard Dr. Whale, but she wasn't listening. She couldn't. Everything around her had become white noise.

"Can I see her?" Emma asked suddenly.

Whale glanced back at Regina through the window. Against his better judgment, he conceded. "Yes, but only for a moment. And, I have to insist that you allow Henry and I to go with you."

"Fine," Emma said quickly. "I just wanna see her."

The very second she stepped foot into the room, Emma felt a chill run along her spine. Goosebumps rose over her arms and her chest constricted at the sight of Regina connected to several different machines; a belt wrapped around her midsection, held together by velcro. Regina looked almost peaceful, Emma noted, laying there so still. As if she were simply taking a nap.

Emma took the seat next to Regina and grasped her hand, listened to the sound of Regina's heart rate. A clear IV tube stuck out of her forearm and a plastic tube wrapped over her ears, just under her nose. "Regina? Can you hear me? I'm right here." Emma watched and waited for a sign, a twitch, a moan. "I'm so sorry," she breathed. Emma dropped her head onto their intertwined hands. "God, I'm sorry."

Henry stood at Regina's other side, his hands jammed in his pockets, terrified that he'd hurt her somehow. "You're gonna be OK, Mom," was all he could bring himself to say. Carefully, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I love you," he whispered.

A lightbulb went off in Emma's head. She jerked upwards frantically and looked at Henry. "That's it," she said. "True Love's Kiss! If Regina and I managed to make a baby, I can sure as hell wake her up from this." Without wasting another moment, Emma leapt to her feet and offered Regina a gentle kiss. "I love you," she said, hopeful magic would save them again. She lingered only for a moment before breaking away. It wasn't long before Regina's eyes fluttered and a strained groan escaped her lips. "Regina?"

Whale rushed to his patient's side and took her pulse. "Regina?" he asked, somewhat loudly. "Regina, it's Dr. Whale, can you look at me?"

Regina's dark eyebrows knit together as her eyes opened slowly, immediately falling on Emma. The blonde stared with baited breath, holding tightly to Regina's hand.

As soon as she felt the contact, though, Regina recoiled from the touched. "Emma? You're here? What… what's going on?" She hastily took in her surroundings, the white walls, the beeping machines. "How did we get back?"

Emma brushed through Regina's hair and tucked it behind her ear. "Everything's OK. You're gonna be fine," she promised.

Regina scrunched her nose and shook her head slowly, both in confusion and an attempt to duck away from Emma's hand. When she looked over at Henry, her features twisted and the vein in her forehead began to throb. "Henry?" Slowly, Regina scanned the rest of the room. From the small window in the door, she could see Snow and David peeking through. "What are your parents doing here?"

"They were worried," Emma said. "We all were. You scared the shit out of us for a second."

Worried? The Charmings? No matter how much had changed in the last few years, somehow, the notion of either Snow or David actually worrying for her wellbeing didn't seem to fit for Regina.

Shifting beneath the covers, that's when Regina felt the band wrapped tightly around her stomach. "What's happened? What is all this?"

"That's the fetal monitor," Dr. Whale explained. "It tracks the baby's heart rate." He pointed to the machine on Regina's left, to the paper feed that grew by the second.

"Baby," Regina echoed. "What baby?" And just like that, the light in Emma's eyes quickly extinguished when she heard Regina's question. She and Henry exchanged a quick glance at one another before turning to Whale, both silent, both suddenly terrified. "What baby?" Regina asked again, this time in a tone of voice neither Henry or Emma had heard in years.

"Our baby." Somewhere deep inside, Emma knew she shouldn't have said anything. But it was a reflex. It just sort of flew out. And when it did, Emma knew it was a mistake. The look on Regina's face, the pure storm that began to wage, it was enough to bring Emma to her knees again.

Regina's eyes traveled from Emma to Henry, and back to Emma. "If this is your idea of a joke, you are—"

"Regina," Dr. Whale interjected carefully. "What exactly is the last thing that you remember?"

A slew of images flashed before Regina, a slideshow going too fast for her to make sense of it all. The Bug. The town line. Emma's leather jacket. "Emma and Henry," she finally breathed. "They were in the car, leaving Storybrooke."

Nodding, Emma said, "We all were. We were going to Portland."

"Portland?" Regina repeated. "As in, beyond the border? I don't… I don't understand. I thought— you said you were going to New York."

Turning with a desperate pleading in her eyes, Emma stared at Whale, realization slowly sinking. "Regina, what's today's date?"

"December 13th," Regina responded automatically. "2013." She watched as three heads turned away from her, saw Henry clench his jaw. Sensed Emma stiffen next to her. Heard the heavy sigh Whale thought he was holding back. "What?"

Emma looked away and tried to hide the pain in her eyes, the way her chest felt as though it were about to explode.

Whale cleared his throat and folded his hands in front of him. Years ago, he would've taken delight in the Queen's downfall— nearly had, too. But times had changed. Regina wasn't the same person she had been in the Enchanted Forest. He was no longer speaking to the woman who had been willing to do anything to have her dead lover back, but rather a woman who would sacrifice herself for the entire town.

"Regina," Whale said sadly, "I'm afraid there's been an accident."

"Six years?" Regina repeated in disbelief. Sat upright against the hospital bed, she held her hands in her lap and kept her voice steady. The heart monitor tracking the baby beeped beside her, and though she tried to tune it out, she couldn't help but get lost in the rhythmic beeping. "That— that can't be right." Gazing over at Emma, Regina couldn't help but grimace at the thought. "And the two of us are… together? Since when?"

Standing at the edge of the bed, Henry pressed his palms against the plastic railing, his shoulders rising up to his ears. "Since you two broke Pan's curse," Henry said casually.

If there was ever a time for him to excuse himself, Dr. Whale knew it was right then. "I think I'll leave you all to it. I'll be back to check on you in an hour." He nodded to Regina, then to Emma, with Emma, only he seemed to give her a look of pity. She could've punched him right in the nose.

When he left, when Emma heard the door click, took a tentative step forward. Her arms folded, she wrapped herself in a sort of hug. "Maybe we should hold off on any big stuff for now," she suggested. "It's been a long day and you should probably get some rest." She wanted to take the chair by Regina, to reach for Regina's hand, to kiss her and tell her everything was going to be OK. But she could see it in Regina's eyes; this wasn't her Regina. Not the one she'd spent the last five years with.

"I'm going to have find out at some point," Regina remarked. "I hardly think anything else will top this," she said as she gestured to her stomach.

Henry peered over at his blonde mother with curious eyes, as if asking her permission. When Emma simply shrugged, Henry turned his gaze back to Regina. "You guys broke Pan's curse," Henry explained. "Hook came to get us in New York and brought us back here. I still didn't remember, but Mom did. You two figured out who cast it. And you broke it."

"How?" Regina asked, though she had a nagging suspicion.

"True Love's Kiss," Henry said. "The way all curses are broken."

Regina swallowed hard before parting her lips once again. "I see."

"Kid, that's probably enough for now. We should let your mom—"

"Ms. Swan?" Emma cringed at the formal title, like nails on a chalkboard. Regina shot Emma a hard, seething glare. "I realize there's a lot I seem to have missed, but I assure you, I am still me. I still free will. Which means I have say over how much I can handle. Is that clear?" Emma nodded silently and looked down at the floor. Regina felt an odd twinge of guilt, but managed to brush it off. She had every right to be cross. Didn't she…? "So, tell me. What happened that landed me here? Why have I… forgotten so much?"

Emma shifted uncomfortably. "It's complicated."

"Then explain it to me."

The two had a staring contest before Emma realized she'd already lost. "Cora... she showed up this morning. Hook came to warn us, but, he didn't give us a whole lot to go on." Playing with the zipper on her jacket, Emma continued, her cheeks burning bright red. "I thought it would help if we spent the day together, that it would take our mind off things… We were driving towards the line, but the car broke down. And then… Cora… she just showed up," she said again. Tears stung behind Emma's eyes as she saw the gears in Regina's mind struggle.

"And?" Regina prompted impatiently.

Emma took a deep breath. "She knew about your necklace, that you had to wear it to leave town. I was working on the car when you saw her. You were by the line when… when she…"

"Why didn't you stop her?" Regina asked without missing a beat.

A piece of Emma's heart broke off at the brutality of Regina's question; she'd been asking herself the same thing. "I didn't know."

But Regina just scoffed. "Aren't you the Triumphant Savior? How is it that I ended up with you if you couldn't save me?"

"I tried," Emma stammered.

"You obviously didn't try hard enough!" Emma flinched, the already deep knife lodged in her chest turning even further. Regina had shouted at her. It had been so long since Emma had seen that side of Regina, she'd almost forgotten that it existed.

"Mom—" Henry tried to cut in, to play the peacekeeper.

"What else should I be aware of?" she snapped as she glared at Emma. "Just how did all of this," she pointed to her bump again, "come about? Don't tell me I agreed to something so—"

"Regina," Emma interrupted forcefully. "I know you're freaking out right now, but please… don't say something you'll regret." Narrowing her eyes at Emma, Regina sensed Henry watching her. Fueled by adrenaline, the brunette struggled to maintain composure. It was only when the beeping on the motor next to her sped up that she realized how far her temper had gone.

Her hands balled into fists, Emma pointed to the door with her thumb. "Look, I'm gonna go grab you some water. Henry, you stay with your mom, OK? I'll be right back."

"I don't need a babysitter, Ms. Swan."

But Emma was already halfway through the door, the tears she'd been holding the whole time finally streaming down her cheeks as she leaned against the wall and slid down onto the floor.