A/N Big thanks to all of you who have read and reviewed it's really great to see those numbers go up :) Hope you enjoy chapter 2 sorry its a little short.

Using the stone to wish his way back to the present, Henry found himself standing in the back of Gold shop, everything looked the same, but looks could be deceiving. He couldn't explain it but things just seemed a little off. One thing he knew for sure, though, was that if he was standing in Gold's Pawnshop than the dark curse had been cast. Before he could think about it any further without warning Henry felt himself being pulled backward by the collar of his shirt.

"I don't take kindly to thieves." Gold's familiar Storybrooke voice threatened him.

"I'm not a thief I swear." Henry protested, trying, and failing to pull himself out of Mr. Gold's grip.

"Not a thief?" The shop owner laughed darkly. "Then open your hand."

"You gave this to me." Henry showed him the stone. He knew Gold was dangerous but he was acting more scary than usual.

Mr. Gold studied the boy and the item. He didn't say anything but let Henry go, the boy didn't waste anytime before running out of the shop. If Henry had taken a moment to look over his shoulder he would have seen a strange look emerging on Gold's face. The shopkeeper was remembering.

Henry ran down the street, he had to find Emma, she was the savior, she could help. His first thought was to get to the sheriff's station but he didn't see her bug or the patrol car out front so his next stop was Granny's. As he made the walk, the feeling he'd had when he'd arrived back in Gold's pawnshop started to resurface, the feeling that although things looked the same they weren't.

Inside he saw Granny taking standing at the counter talking to a man reading the newspaper. He would have talked to Ruby but he didn't see her, instead there was a blonde waitress pouring Marco a refill on his coffee. Henry shrugged if Ruby wasn't around he figured Granny would be able to help him.

"Hey Granny, have you seen my mom?" He asked her.

"I don't know who you are, let alone who your mom is." The older woman glanced at him dismissively then called to a waitress that an order was up.

At first Henry thought that maybe he just hadn't come forward in time far enough, and that Emma was still in Boston but that wouldn't explain why Granny didn't recognize him. He decided to try a different approach.

"My mom, Regina Mills, you must know her."

"I told you I don't know you and I don't know your mom." Granny repeated getting a little annoyed, "Now are you going to order something or not?"

Henry shook his head and pulled his backpack up as he left the diner. This didn't make any sense. If Emma wasn't here and the name Regina Mills didn't mean anything then how was he even here? He was so deep in thought she wasn't paying attention as nearly walked into the street."

"Watch where you're going boy," A hand roughly pulled him back to safety.

"Graham?" Henry mouth hung open in surprise.

"Do I know you?" The Sheriff looked him over. "Hey shouldn't a boy your age be in school right now?"

"Ugh..." Henry finally closed his mouth. "Alright you caught me, I was skipping. I'll go back right now."

"See that you do." The sheriff turned and began walking away muttering how he couldn't stand people and should have just become a park ranger instead.

Henry picked up the pace walking in the direction of the school though he had no intention of actually going there. He rubbed his temples trying to push away his headache. If Graham was alive then something had seriously changed. Stopping by a decorative fountain with a golden knight he didn't remember ever seeing before the boy a moment to splash some water in his face to try to ease his thoughts. That's when he realized it was Rumplestiltskin, that note he'd been instructed to deliver probably had been a matter of life or death for him and the hair Gold had taken was also involved.

Rumple must have protected him with magic, something to keep him safe from the paradox he'd created. But if Emma wasn't here, than the curse hadn't been broken and magic did not exist, and if magic didn't exist would he begin to disappear like Pinocchio had began to transform back into wood? He didn't know and had no one to ask. He didn't exist. No friends, no family, he was alone in this world.

It was getting late as he circled around the town, noticing a strange man locking the doors to the convenient store where he used to buy comic books, and had been accused of shoplifting that one time because of Hansel and Gretel.

"Excuse me?" Henry called to him. "Where's Mr. Clark?"

"I'm Mr. Clark." The man responded.

Henry furrowed his brow. Some people's names must just be different here. "I mean the man who owns this place. He has brown hair, beard, perpetual hay fever, about this tall," he held up his hand to illustrate that the man he was talking about was actually rather short.

"I don't know anyone like that," The man thought, "though this town is bigger than you think."

"Oh, well do you know anyone named Walter, he worked at the hospital… or um Leroy the town drunk," Henry tried to see if this guy knew where any of the other dwarves' Storybrooke counterparts were.

"Don't know any Leroy, but if you're looking for our town drunk Lacey is probably at The Rabbit Hole though. I don't know why you'd be looking for her. She's trouble." The man was distracted by looking for his keys otherwise he might not be talking about bars and drunks.

"Thanks," Henry sighed. This didn't make any sense. How could what he have done mean the dwarves weren't here?

As the sun set the only thing that could be heard as he walked down the street was the occasional car driving by, since Storybrooke was once again without the comforting melody of crickets. His feet took him to his old wooden castle. It was still standing since his mom hadn't torn it down in this world. What had once been his safe haven would now be again, sitting on the edge he let his feet dangle as he pulled out the book in search of answers. If the strangeness of the town hadn't been enough to signal something drastic had changed than he would have noticed the minute he opened his beloved book.

He pulled out his flashlight and began flipping through pages until he found the part he was looking for. The fall of the Evil Queen and in the picture above the caption was Snow White.