Author's Note: The reception for this has been awesome. You guys are the best. Hopefully you're ready for a long (but good) journey. And yes, I know that Henry is being a total brat right now, but I've got plans for him, don't worry. Please continue to let me know what you think. It really does make me want to write more and more.

Emma waited until everyone was out of the room before she turned to Dr. Whale. "Was what he said true?"

"Emma –"

"Is he my son?"

"What do you remember?" Dr. Whale asked.

"Look, I know that I – I know that I had a child. I remember that. But I just – I haven't thought about him in years and now suddenly he's standing in front of me? Is he really mine?"

"I think right now you need to rest. Hopefully by the morning, things will start to come back to you."

Emma grabbed Dr. Whale's arm and looked at him. "Just tell me the truth. Is he my son?"

"Yes." Dr. Whale told her, untangling his arm from her grip and shooting something into her IV. "That should help you sleep."

"And the brunette that was with him – that was his mother?"

"Emma, you need to rest. We can discuss this more in the morning."

Emma tried to protest, but her eyelids were already heavy. Dr. Whale waited until she finally stopped fighting sleep before he left the room.

"How is she?" Marco asked as soon as the four came back into the waiting room.

"Henry, what's wrong?" Archie leaned down, seeing Henry's upset look.

"She doesn't remember me." The boy whispered, fighting back tears.

"What?"

"She doesn't remember. She thinks that it's January of last year and that she's in Boston." Mary Margaret also sounded tearful as she spoke.

"What does that mean? Will she ever remember?"

"I'm sure she will." David spoke quickly. "I did, after all."

Kathryn smiled and Mary Margaret looked even more pained at his words.

Dr. Whale emerged from Emma's room, his face drawn.

"Dr. Whale," Mary Margaret breathed, "how is she?"

"Tired. And confused. She believes that it's 2011 and she's still living in Boston. She's got no recollection of her time here in Storybrooke." Dr. Whale looked at David. "As Mr. Nolan knows, sometimes head trauma like Miss Swan suffered can lead to amnesia. I'm hopeful that with a good night's rest, the swelling will continue to go down and her memories will return. I've ordered a CAT scan in the morning if that's not the case."

"So you're sure that she's got amnesia, and she isn't just faking?" Regina asked.

"She's not faking it!" Henry turned on Regina, angry tears slipping down his cheeks. "Emma wouldn't do something like that! She would never hurt me."

"Henry," Regina started, "I just want to be sure that –"

"This is all your fault! I know you cut her brakes. I know you did this. You're the only one who doesn't want Emma here."

"Henry, I would never do anything that would hurt you." Regina told him softly.

Henry continued to cry. "You want to keep me from her. You're probably happy she's hurt." And then the boy turned and took off at a run.

"I'll go." David assured Regina, starting out after the boy, while Regina looked on, a hurt look on her face. Kathryn moved over and squeezed her arm.

"He's just upset, Regina. He doesn't mean that."

Regina smiled sadly. "Oh, but he does."

Before anyone else could react, Dr. Whale cleared his throat to break the tension.

"What will happen with Emma now?" Mary Margaret asked.

"I gave her a sedative to help her sleep and she's resting comfortably. She's still very confused. She doesn't remember any of her time in Storybrooke and having it presented to her so quickly…" Dr. Whale shook his head. "For now she needs rest most of all. I'd suggest that all of you go home and get some rest too. We won't know anything else until the morning."

"I'm going to stay with her." Mary Margaret told everyone. "I don't want her to be alone."

No one argued, not even Regina whose eyes were still focused on the hallway that Henry had run down. They all offered hugs and words of support to Mary Margaret, while soliciting promises to call if she needed anything or there was any news before leaving the hospital.

Mary Margaret headed for Emma's room and Dr. Whale left to do his rounds, leaving only Regina and Sidney still in the waiting room.

"Madam Mayor –" Sidney started, but Regina spun on him.

"You cut her brakes?"

"I never thought –"

"You're right that you didn't think, Sidney. Because you obviously have no functioning brain cells in that head of yours. Not only did you cut her brakes, but you did so while you were in the car. You both could've been killed! You should've been, for doing something this stupid."

"I didn't expect the accident to be as bad as it was. I figured she would just skid off the road, and I could discover that her brakes had been cut."

"And blame it on me?" Regina's voice was icy.

"It would've played perfectly into our plan."

"Oh, yes, it would've. But instead, Miss Swan was seriously injured, everyone thinks it was me who cut her brakes, and Henry hates me even more now than he did before."

"I'm terribly sorry, Madam Mayor."

"Get out of my sight now, Sidney, or you will wish that you had."

Sidney practically ran from Regina's side, eager to get away from her wrath before she filleted him right there in the waiting room. He knew from the look in her eyes and the tone of her voice that he'd gotten off easy. Still, he'd be looking over his shoulders from now on, even more frequently than he had before. Regina was right, the plan had had flaws - but if it had worked the way he intended, things would've been even better. Why couldn't she see that? And why did she care what happened to Emma Swan one way or the other? Surely Emma not remembering was to Regina's advantage.

Regina watched him go, her blood boiling. She only regretted that she'd never had a chance to remove the genie's heart before he'd been trapped in her mirror. If she had, it would be dust by now. She knew she shouldn't have trusted Sidney not to screw this up. Now everything was ruined.

She turned on her heel, marching down the hall to Emma's room. She peered inside to find Mary Margaret sitting vigil next to the sleeping blonde, just like she had for David all those endless days and nights of his coma. Henry, however, was no where to be seen, and so Regina moved on, trying her best to ignore the image of the woman - her enemy - looking so small in the hospital bed.

Dr. Whale ran a battery of tests on Emma the next morning and it became clear that although she did have amnesia, she had no other ill effects from the head injury. She could walk and talk with no difficulty. She passed all of the cognitive tests with flying colors. There was no lasting damage that anyone could find from the brain bleed and swelling besides the fact that she'd lost a year of her life.

Dr. Whale explained all of this to Mary Margaret just outside Emma's hospital room after the last round of test results came in.

"Will she ever remember?" Mary Margaret thought of Henry and how crushed he'd looked the night before.

"It's nearly impossible to say. She could be like Mr. Nolan and have something trigger her memories, or they could be lost forever."

"So what do I do?"

"I want to keep her here over night, make sure that there are no other side effects from the surgery that we may have missed. If all goes well, I'll release her tomorrow. From there, it's really up to Emma." Dr. Whale reached out and placed a comforting hand on Mary Margaret's shoulder. She forced herself not to shrug it off. He was just trying to be supportive.

"Storybrooke may have been her home before the accident, but she doesn't remember it. She remembers her life in Boston. And we know that before that, she was a bit of a drifter."

"What are you saying?" Mary Margaret's voice raised.

"I just want you to be prepared, in case Emma decides that she doesn't want to stay here in Storybrooke. I know that you two are close. I don't want to see you get hurt."

Mary Margaret shook her head. "Emma will stay. She may not remember this place, but her connection with Henry was real. Even if she doesn't remember, she'll feel it. She won't leave him behind."

Dr. Whale just sighed and let his hand slip down from her arm. "I have to go make my rounds. I'll be back to check on Emma later."

Mary Margaret watched him go, shaking off his words before turning back to the hospital room and her best friend who no longer knew who she was.

Henry was halfway to the hospital when the black Mercedes pulled up beside him.

"And where do you think you're going?" Regina called out the window to him.

Henry glanced over at her briefly before refocusing on the road. "To the hospital to see my mom."

The words cut, just like he knew they would. Just like they always did.

"And where are you supposed to be?" Regina questioned, still driving slowly along side him.

Henry stopped and turned toward her, anger and tears shining in his eyes. "I'm supposed to be with my mom, but you took me away from her!"

Regina jammed the car into park. "Henry."

Henry took off at a run, but he didn't get very far at all until he plowed into someone.

"Woah, where you going in such a hurry, Henry?" David asked, looking down at the little boy.

"To the hospital. I have to go." Henry turned pleading eyes on David, but David's hands came to his shoulders, keeping him in place. David's eyes were on Regina, who had climbed out of the Mercedes and was walking quickly toward them. "Please, Mr. Nolan."

David knelt down so that he was level with Henry. "I was just at the hospital, Henry, and I don't think now would be the best time for you to go visit."

"Why? What's wrong? What's happening with Emma?" Henry looked panicked and Regina looked slightly concerned too, although for Emma or Henry he couldn't tell.

"Nothing's wrong." David assured quickly. "All the tests they've run have come back negative for any problems or complications. Everything seems to be okay, as far as Dr. Whale can tell."

"Then why can't I go visit?"

David sighed softly. "Henry, Emma still doesn't have her memory back. And she's sort of overwhelmed right now, trying to take everything in. I know how much you care about her and how much you want her to get better and to remember. And that's a good thing, it really is. But speaking from experience, I know how difficult it can be, not remembering things that other people remember. And sometimes it's harder to have people around you who want you to remember so much, because when you don't, then you feel like you're letting them down. Do you understand?"

Henry's brow furrowed. "I think so, but -"

"Mary Margaret is still with her and Dr. Whale said that if all goes well tonight, he's going to release her tomorrow. I think once she gets out of the hospital and gets settled down a little, then would be a good time to go see her. But for right now I think Emma just needs time and space."

"Henry," Regina finally spoke up, reaching down and touching Henry's shoulder, "I think Mr. Nolan is right. Miss Swan needs some time to recover. If she is released tomorrow, you may go see her then."

Henry spun to look at her with suspicion in his eyes. "You swear?"

Regina sighed. "Yes, Henry, I swear. I'll take you myself. But for now, you need to get in the car and come home with me."

Henry looked between Regina and David, still looking conflicted, before he finally moved towards the car. He didn't speak as he climbed in the passenger side and it was obvious he was pouting.

Regina turned back to David. "Thank you, Mr. Nolan."

"It's David, Regina." He smiled at her. "And you're welcome."

"She still doesn't remember?" Regina questioned.

"Nothing from the past year."

Regina nodded and then said her goodbyes, moving to climb back in the car with her son who was still not speaking to her.