Esme woke up a lot quicker than before, this time with a startle, as if she had just had a nightmare. Henry looked worriedly at Esme and Robin was knelt down beside her, holding her hand, but Esme's main concern was Regina; when she woke up from her vision with Robin, he was beginning to wake and and she hoped Regina would do the same.

"Are you okay?" Robin said, holding her head in his hands once he steadied himself on the chair as he got up.

"Yeah, yeah i'm fine, don't worry," Esme said, placing her hands on top of his, hoping to reassure him that she was fine, which she was - albeit slightly confused and dizzy. Her attention soon returned to Regina, who hadn't even stirred. The poor woman; Esme was haunted by the image she had just seen so how on earth must Regina feel!

"No change?" she asked, not taking her eyes off Regina, just incase she missed anything at all.

"Not yet," Henry said hopefully, doing the same. Esme was saddened by the look on Henry's face; she had given him hope and now he was wishing for something that may or may not even work. Henry caught Esme staring at him and he extended his hand which Esme took.

"You sure you're okay?" He asked, clearly concerned, which made Esme feel even worse; he had enough to worry about, without her adding to it.

"Yeah of course, it actually wasn't as bad this time," she said smiling, hoping to reassure Henry but the expression on his face showed that hadn't exactly worked; it probably came across as manic.

"You should be resting!" Esme said, turning to Robin, who was propped on the arm of the chair looking very uncomfortable. When she saw him struggling to keep his balance, she immediately stood up, and offered him her chair, however she wished she hadn't because the second she stood up, the room began spinning and Esme only option was to flop onto the bed and hope Henry and Robin believed she simply sat on it. Robin sat down on the chair but took both of her hands in his and Henry raced over and sat beside her on the bed to support her, and she realised her fall didn't look as graceful as she intended.

"Really, i'm fine," Esme said, placing her head on Henry's which was on her shoulder. She looked at Robin and felt a weird, warm feeling wash over her by the concern that was etched into his face; she knew a lot of that was due to Regina and the pain he was in, but she desperately wanted to believe that some of that concern was for her. It was moments like these that kept Esme awake at night because she was so, immensely confused. Regina and Robin, and even Henry and Roland, were strangers just a matter of months ago and now they were her family; a family she didn't even know she wanted. It wasn't as if she longed for a family - in Messene they rarely crossed her mind because searching for them was never really a possibility - but now that she had them, she wanted desperately to cling onto them, even though she wasn't entirely sure how to act, or what to do. She didn't look at Regina and Robin and think 'mom and dad' but she didn't see them as strangers either, and felt a kind of loyalty to them she didn't feel towards anyone else; it was all a very strange situation. Her thoughts were interrupted by a little groan from Regina. All three of them jumped and watched but the groan was all that happened and Esme couldn't help but feel guilty. It was her that had made an extravagant declaration about being able to wake up Regina when she should have at least tried to protect them from the pain of this; she had got their hopes up and couldn't deliver what she had told them she could.

"I'm so sorry," she said, as she got one of her hands out of Robin's grasp and placed it on his cheek before kissing the top of Henry's head which was still on her shoulder.

"Don't be silly, it's not your fault. She's stubborn, i'm afraid," Robin said, attempting to joke but his face contradicted his humorous intentions.

"Ha! Like mother, like daughter," Henry joked, nudging Esme's shoulder with his. This did make Esme laugh because this wasn't the first time someone had compared the two; Granny always said Esme was a nicer version of Regina, Henry always talked about how Esme 'acted' like Regina (whatever that meant) and Robin used to say the two were like two peas in a pod. At the beginning of her time there, Esme couldn't really understand the comparison but now that she knew Regina and herself better, she could see why people compared them; looks wise, they both had dark, brown hair and brown eyes but it was their personality similarities that astounded Esme. She had always thought that daughters who were like their mothers were so because they were raised by them - they copied their mothers, in a way - but this didn't hold true when it came to Regina and Esme. Now that Esme knew her better, she realised that she took her loyalty, her stubbornness and emotions from her mother; ironically someone she hadn't met until a few months ago. Indeed all of this didn't exactly help Esme's confusion but it was nice; nice to have other people to think of, to worry about and to care about - she was used to being all alone.

"What did you see?" Robin asked after a few moments of giggling, bringing to the room a more serious tone. Esme wasn't quite sure exactly what to tell him; not wanting to lie to him but also wanting to shield him from the memory. Robin picked up on her hesitation, not that she was particularly subtle, and explained why he needed to know.

"I just want to know if we have the same memory," Robin explained. "Please, there's a whole lifetime i don't even remember so i don't care if it's bad; you're here, Regina is here and the boys are here and thats all i care about."

"Okay… you sure?"

"I'm sure." Robin was definite in his answer and so Esme explained to her what she saw but she immediately regretted it when she saw the worry in Robins face.

"And then what?" Robin asked, with an expression on his face that Esme couldn't quite place.

"Nothing. That's where the vision ended," Esme explained. Robin still look horrified and was clutching Regina's hand like his life depended on it.

"Oh darling i am so, so sorry," he said, talking to Regina. He was stroking her face and kissing her hand and profusely apologising for something which confused both Henry and Esme.

"Robin it's okay. They are both fine," Henry said, rubbing his arm.

"No Henry, they aren't." This statement was met with puzzled expressions from both Henry and Esme but he looked so devastated that they didn't want to push him any further, so they waited for him to talk about it further; he looked as if he wanted to cry, but didn't have the tears or the energy to do so.

"I remember that night…. It wasn't Esme that she was pregnant with," Robin said, still grasping Regina's hand and stroking her arm. "When she fell… it induced early labour…. she gave birth to a beautiful baby boy that night…. He was perfect, but he was so tiny… too tiny.. and.. and …. he didn't cry and we just knew…." he struggled, now trying desperately hard not to cry but it made no difference because the second he turned to look at Esme and Henry, both had tears falling down there cheeks so he too began to cry. It physically pained him, in his gut, to relive the pain of that horrible ordeal again and it hurt him to think Regina was going through it all alone.

"Sh.. She was so brave… I.. was hit by the tree and..and when I woke up she was screaming my name….I went to her and he arrived in minutes.… I remember she just held him as she cried…. he didn't make a sound or move…. I couldn't do anything," Robin struggled. He kept wiping his eyes but Esme couldn't understand why because she was hiding her face behind her hands and Henry was wiping his eyes too; how much did these poor people have to go through, Esme thought. After a few moments of silently hugging Robin and holding Regina's hand as their tears fell, Henry and Esme let him continue.

"You shouldn't have to remember our son dying, not alone, m'love," Robin said, now talking directly to Regina. He caressed her cheeks with the back of his finger with one hand and held her right hand in his left. "Please wake up, I … I really.. need you now Regina," he said, holding her hand to his cheek. Esme put her arms around Robin's shoulders and Henry did the same, hoping to comfort him.

"Robin?" Henry asked.

"Yes mate?" Robin answered.

"What was his name? Our brother?" Henry asked. Esme was shocked he had asked it, not because it was an odd question but because of the timing. Esme couldn't quite deny that she too wanted to know what his name was, he was their brother after all, but Robin looked ill. He looked exhausted, his skin was grey, his hair was dishevelled and he simply looked weak; so the timing of this question perhaps wasn't ideal. The question seemed to knock him and he stuttered for a second or two but he didn't have to actually answer.

"H-Henry… Robin… Hood," Regina croaked.