A/N: So, I have decided when to reveal Sophia's mother, but I will take guesses in the meantime. Right guess gets a shout out in the chapter when it is actually revealed! On another note, this is the end of the second episode and the third episode will be coming up soon. Until then, read and review!

Following ice cream with Henry, I walked him to his mother's office. I knew he had a therapy session tonight, and that his mother usually took him. As we walked, Henry talked about what he was learning at school, though we both stopped talking as we neared his mother's office.

From outside the hallway, we could hear Emma talking to Regina. I wasn't sure what the original conversation had been about, but I did hear the part where she called Henry's belief that everyone was a fairy tale character "crazy." My heart fell to my stomach at those words, almost feeling as though the ball I had set into motion was stopping right before my very eyes. I felt like screaming in frustration, throwing myself into a wall to just numb the pain I was feeling, as the ball not rolling meant I was really trapped here, that I really wasn't going to leave anytime soon.

The words seemed to crush Henry more, as in my sadness, I didn't even notice him throw his mother's door open and ask Emma how she could think he was crazy. My eyes snapped to him as he started running. I waited a moment to see if someone was going to run after him, but it seemed that no one was going to, so I did. I started running after him, my longer legs catching up with his within a few minutes. "Henry, Henry," I yelled after him, wondering when he had gotten so fast. Finally, he started slowing down. "Henry, stop," I yelled, reaching my hand out, finally grabbing his arm just hard enough to stop him. "Henry," I said, taking a moment to catch my breath. "Kid, when did you get so fast?" I asked, letting out a sharp sound that I meant to be a bit of a laugh, but it sounded like a cough instead.

"She thinks I'm crazy," Henry said. Goodness, he was just like his mother, he got right to the point.

"Henry," I said, kneeling in front of him, wanting to be eye level with him. "You are not crazy, not at all. Don't let anyone tell you any differently," I said, doing everything I could to keep the begging tone out of my voice. He couldn't think he was crazy, he couldn't think this idea was crazy, he was my last hope here.

"But Emma said," I shook my head.

"Listen to me, Henry, Emma just met you. I've known you forever, and I know you aren't crazy," I said, wanting to hide my knowledge of the curse for as long as possible, but that was starting to feel like a secret I couldn't keep any longer.

"She's my mother, the key to ending the curse. If she doesn't believe,-" Henry stopped, realizing that he may of said to much. "Nevermind," I didn't know what to say, struggling with whether to reveal my knowledge or not, so I did what I used to when he was upset, I hugged him.

"Henry, you are not crazy, not at all." I said, pulling back to look at him. "Henry, the curse is keeping her in the dark," Henry looked shocked I was saying this. "She doesn't understand, and she won't understand overnight," I said, desperate to tell him all I knew, but I couldn't, not yet.

"You remember?" Henry said softly.

"I never forgot, Henry. I'm one of the few, and as one of the few, I know you can do this." I said, standing up and taking his hand to make sure he didn't run again.

"How do you remember?" I sighed as I brought him towards Archie's, knowing full well Regina would probably meet us there.

"I'm not sure, I've just always remembered. But I do know that I've been waiting a long time for someone to confirm that I'm not crazy," That was a lie, my father had made it clear that what I remembered wasn't crazy when I was just a child, but he'd made me swear to never tell anyone. I had just broken that promise, but it wasn't a deal, so I really wasn't afraid. I'd be afraid to break a deal, which is why I never made them, not that he offered either.

"Do you think she'll ever believe me?" I sighed as we neared Archie's office. Did I believe she would? I wanted to, I desperately wanted to. Her believing was what I needed to get out of this place, to escape a place I had been trapped so long in. Yet, this curse was powerful, and I was starting to see the light at the end of my tunnel go dark. Plus, Emma didn't seem like the person to just suddenly believe in some curse, she was born in a world without them, how could she now believe in them?

"I don't know Henry, but I will do everything in my power to try and make her," I said, holding out my pinkie for him. "Pinky promise that much," I said, smiling as Henry hooked his pinky in mine.

"Pinky promise," I made a circle with our hands before letting go. "Alright, go talk to Archie, and Henry," I said, "don't tell anyone that I remember, no one else can know," Henry nodded before going inside, leaving me to walk to the library.

Leaving the library an hour later, I was happy to see Henry walking with Emma. Watching them, it made me wonder about my own mother. Normally, I didn't think much about her, I never had a reason to. But watching Henry with his mother, I had to wonder where my mother was, and whether she missed me or even thought of me. I shook the thoughts clear from my head as I walked, surprised to run into my father as I got closer to the Mayor's, which I had to pass to get to my own home.

"Pumpkin, where are you going?" I nearly flinched at the nickname, remembering how he used to call me that in the other world.

"Home. You visiting the Mayor now?" I asked as I fell into step with my father, slowing down to keep up with his slower pace.

"Just wanted to see how her tree was doing," I frowned, wondering what her tree had to do with anything.

"Did the wind blow it down? The giant gust?" My father looked at me oddly. "The girls at school were saying that a large gust of wind started the clock up again," My father laughed slightly at that.

"No, I heard that Miss Swan took a chainsaw to it," That made me laugh, the image of that just rather amusing.

"She's leaving quite the impression on this town," I noted as we turned towards our home. "Who's my mother?" I asked suddenly, figuring that if this conversation was going well that I might as well ask this question.

"She was a woman I knew once after Bay's mother passed, I only saw her a few times and then suddenly you were at my doorstep with only a note," I watched my father's face.

"That's oddly convenient," I retorted.

"What do you want me to tell you? It's the truth," I really didn't believe that, but I also couldn't go seeking anymore answers either, not when my father was so adamant and wouldn't tell me. After all, this wasn't the first time I had asked, and I doubted it would be the last either.