A/N: Hey. I'm going to post the next two chapters together because I can't wait for you to read 33. Hope you enjoy. Mwah!

After Jasmine's funeral, everything returned to the way it was before she came. Well, almost. Olivia stayed with David at Granny's sometimes (finding an apartment in Storybrooke was a lot harder than he expected). Henry went back and forth between Regina's house and Emma's place. Victor, however, changed almost completely. He remained focused on his work and hardly had time off and when he did, he spent it sleeping. He also quit drinking.

March 4th, it had been almost three months since Jasmine's passing and no one had seen Regina even act like anything happened. But they suspected that that was normal coming from her...because it was. She had always just pushed everything aside like there were more important things to worry about...And there were. She had to take care of her son and her daughter. Part time, yes. But still, she thought nothing of it. Even Valentine's Day passed and she did absolutely nothing with no one. It was almost as if she were mayor again...but with less work.

"Hey, Mom?"

"Yeah, kid?" Emma asked her twelve year old son as she made him breakfast.

"Do you think we could visit Jazzy's grave today? It's her birthday."

"It is?" Mary Margaret asked, coming down the stairs of the apartment.

"Yeah. That's what Mom said anyway." Emma and Snow glanced at eachother. "Well? Can we?"

His grandmother began to answer. "I think it'd be a nice thing to do, but-"

"But what? She's still my sister."

"We know, Henry." She said nicely. "It's just that-Well..." She looked to Emma for help before her daughter knelt down to be at eye level with her son.

"We don't know if it'd be right to walk into Regina's family mausoleum without her permission. That just-It just wouldn't be right."

"Why not? It's my family mausoleum, too. And it's not like neither of you haven't done it before. Come on. Please?"

Emma stood up again and locked eyes with her mother. "Sure. We should stop down at Game Of Thorns and pick up some flowers as well." The blonde said while grabbing her coat, the other two following.

"Happy Birthday, Jazzy." Henry said as he looked at her casket in the room Daniel's body used to be held in.

He set the flowers on top of the coffin and paused for a minute. Emma and Snow realized that he had seen or thought of something.

"What is it, kid?" Emma wondered.

"These flowers." He picked up a handful of dead calla lilies that were beside the new ones he had just placed.

"What about them?" His mother asked.

"My Mom put them here."

"Well, of course she did." Snow said a little sadly.

"No. She put them in here the day of the funeral."

"So?" Emma replied.

"She usually puts new ones on all graves close to her every week. At most, every two weeks..." He looked at the dead flowers in his hands. "She hasn't been here in over two months."

"It's okay, Henry. I'm sure she's just grieving and waiting for the right time." Snow said.

"It's just not like her." He mumbled softly.

He put his hand on the casket before they left and he blew Jasmine a kiss as they walked out of the private room in the mausoleum and headed toward the stairs that led back to the way out and into the cemetery.

"Regina? Regina, where have you been? You haven't answered any of my calls and I'm worried. Look...Olivia misses you. Please! Give me a call." David hung up the phone after leaving his anxious message. He returned his attention to the three and a half month old baby in his arms.

"Hey."

David jumped at the sudden voice behind him. He turned his chair around at the counter in Granny's diner and he sighed when he saw who it was before turning the seat back around to face the counter.

"What?" Charming asked annoyingly.

"I heard your call. Having trouble getting ahold of Regina?" Victor friendly asked.

"Look, I don't want to fight right now." David said, putting the baby bottle back in Olivia's mouth.

"Neither do I. I- May I?" He gestured towards the chair next to David, asking if he could sit. David looked at him before slowly nodding and Victor joined him.

"You DON'T wanna fight?" David asked.

"No...I promised Regina I wouldn't, for one...and for two, that's not why I came here."

"Then why did you come here?" David had been a little edgy ever since the divorce between him and Snow had finally went through.

"Same reason you've been on the phone all afternoon." The doctor ignored the look he was getting. "I haven't seen or heard from her in a while. I know, I know. She and I are not together anymore, but I've heard around and even others have told me that she hasn't been around lately. So...I went to the mansion and knocked on the door several times."

"And?"

"Nothing."

"Your point is?" Charming was getting extremely annoyed with the play by play right now.

"My point is...that we should go see her."

"Go?" David's eyes widened and he put Olivia's bottle back on the counter. "Go see her? What do you mean? Just walk into her house?"

"Yeah, I mean...just to...make sure she's alright. I'm worried...and so are you."

"And how do you know that I am?"

"Because. I've been sitting at that table having lunch and for the past hour, since you've walked in here from the motel, you've been calling and getting her machine. Now, either you're worried about her...OR you just really want to annoy her with twelve voicemails."

David looked down thinking, as he put a burp cloth over his shoulder and began to pat Olivia on the back over it.

"I've had Olivia for three weeks." He finally said, but he knew that Victor was unaware of the significance of that by the look on his face. "She usually only stays with me for the weekends, but one day she just-"

"Stopped calling." Victor finished.

"Yeah."

They were silent for a while and as David finally finished burping Olivia, he thought about how even if they didn't find Regina right away, his daughter was running out of diapers and bottles. He was certain that her mother would have more diapers in the nursery and more milk in the fridge at the manor. Regina was always prepared and organized.

"Okay. We can go," Victor began to stand up but David raised his voice slightly. "IF," Dr. Whale paused and looked at him. "You promise not to make a scene."

"Why would I make a scene?"

"Just-Don't be a pain, okay?"

"I promise." Victor said sarcastically before they both stood and headed for the door, David carrying Olivia in the carseat, and Victor following him to the truck.

"This is ridiculous. Tell me again why we're driving to every building in town?" Victor said on their way to the fourth business in Storybrooke after seeing that Regina was nowhere to be found in her house.

"Because. Something could've happened to her. Her house has clearly not been cleaned in a while. Which, for her, we both know is unnatural."

"Well, that's true. When I would visit for home appointments during the pregnancy, everytime I'd come over she'd be in the middle of cleaning SOMETHING. Whether it was dusting the furniture, vacuuming, washing the dishes-"

"And the dishes in her house were overflowing in the sink."

"Right." Victor decided he'd stop complaining. "Keep driving."

About ten minutes went by and there was no sign of Olivia's mother.

"Listen, Emma?" David said on the phone outside of the ice cream shop. "Have you seen or talked to Regina lately?" He waited for his daughter to answer and Victor waited anxiously. Wishing he could hear the woman on the other end. "Right. We'll check there."

David hung up and walked back to his truck, Victor following.

"Where to next?" The doctor in the passenger's seat asked as he buckled his seatbelt.

David turned the key in the ignition and put his hand on the shift in the center of the front seats before looking at Victor.

"Cemetery." Victor looked ahead as they pulled away.