When Emma's cell phone alarm went off the next morning, she silenced it quickly. It was too early to wake Regina and Emma wanted to run. She slipped out from under the covers, and changed into a clean t-shirt, track pants, socks and running shoes. All purchased the day before, of course. She put on her hoodie and tiptoed down the stairs, not wanting to wake anyone else. Patty had said the house was full, but Emma had yet to see anyone else besides Patty and Callie in the big house. Closing the door quietly behind her, Emma stretched her legs and began to jog in the same direction she and Regina had gone the night before. The air held a bit of nip, but the sky was clear as the sun peeked over the trees in the east. Emma passed the general store, glad it was empty. Usually she ran to work out or get something off her chest, she didn't want to make a lot of small talk. Even the citizenry of Storybrooke had eventually learned to only wave when their Sheriff was running.

Across the street, Karen's Yarn & Yards was dark as well. She could see a light on at Big Mike's Garage, off to the side, in the office she supposed. Emma focused on her breathing as her gaze flicked across to the Sneezing Moose. She could see lights coming on as they got ready for their day. The rest of Desperation Lake seemed to still be asleep as she ran. She flicked her hood up and watched the town slip past, the shops giving way to houses, spaced further and further apart. About a mile from town, Emma could feel a familiar burn start in her calves just as she spotted the first red barn. She glanced over her shoulder, saw no vehicles and swerved across the road, and back the way she had come.

As her feet pounded the road, she wondered how they were going to get home. Regina's magic hadn't worked since they had been pulled into the portal, and Emma was more than a little nervous about trying hers. It was her fault they were here in the first place. They had to assume that Storybrooke could still be accessed from wherever they were. Emma knew Regina had picked up a map the night before, so the first thing to do was to find out exactly where they were. Just as she came back into the small town, the burn started in her thighs and she noticed someone waving her into the diner. She sighed and slowed her pace, coming to a stop in front of an older woman who looked a lot like another diner owner in Maine.

Emma couldn't help but smile.

"Good morning! You must be Emma. Cam told me she'd picked you and your friend up. Come in and have a cup of coffee on the house!" The older woman smiled and all but herded Emma inside.

The diner looked pretty much like any other Emma had been in. She sat on a stool half way down the counter before realizing she sat in almost the same place back in Granny's. A cup of steaming coffee was put in front of her, and a chilled metal cream carafe beside it.

"My name is Charlotte, but everyone around here calls me Charlie. So Cam said you girls were out there a few days?"

Emma took a sip of her coffee before answering. She was a little surprised to find it to be a good brew. "Yeah, we were out there a while. It was nice of Cam to pick us up and bring us into town. She said something about it being bear season?"

Charlie nodded and wiped down an already clean section of counter. "Yep, nasty time it is. I like the folks that come in and visit, and business picks up for a while, but I don't hold much stock in hunting down innocent creatures. Ah, never mind me. Where are you and your girlfriend from?"

Emma was glad she didn't have a mouthful of coffee just then. Trying to cover her surprise, she asked, "What makes you think she's my girlfriend?"

Charlie looked over her glasses. "Sweetie, Cam sees things we don't know we're doing. She told me all about your short ride with her. The way you apparently treated that other lady sure sounds like there's something going on."

Emma frowned and wondered silently why people couldn't keep their impressions to themselves.

Charlie saw the displeased look and patted Emma's arm. "Don't mind Cam. She doesn't know what it's like to have secrets, because she's lived here her whole life and everyone knows everything, you know. She means well, she does."

Emma took a long swallow from her cup, leaned both her elbows on the counter and said, "Regina isn't a secret, we're just ... new at this I guess. I never thought I was doing anything special." Emma shrugged. "Anyway, we're from the Boston area. A little town you've probably never heard of and not too different from this one I suppose. I'm the Sheriff there and Regina was the Mayor." Emma drained her cup and watched Charlie fill it up again. "We were going cross-country and I guess I fell asleep. The car hit a tree and ..." Emma shrugged again. "I'm a little embarrassed. We lost everything we had with us. Thank goodness we had our jackets on and I had my wallet in my pocket."

"Were you able to replace your belongings?" Charlie asked a she put away the untouched creamer.

Emma nodded and jerked her thumb over her shoulder toward the street. "We went to the BuyWay across the road there. Regina's more used to Boston fashion, but she'll survive denim and flannel I think."

Charlie nodded and smiled. "A little flannel never hurt anyone in my experience. So what's your plan now?"

Emma took another drink, wondering how much to tell this woman. Charlie must have sensed her hesitation because she patted Emma's shoulder and said, "I'm not Cam, honey. I know when to keep my lips shut."

Emma sighed deeply and studied the old woman for a few heartbeats more. "Honestly? I'm not even sure where we are, other than Desperation Lake, population 500."

Charlie nodded. "Well, the sign's a tad out of date. Closer to 480 now I think, but never mind. You're in Northern Ontario."

Emma had no reaction, so Charlie added, "You're in Ontario, Canada. A long way from Boston."

Emma was stunned, but she masked her shock by lifting the cup to her lips again.

Canada!

Her mind was reeling with a million questions and she wanted nothing more than to run back to the B&B and demand Regina take them home by any means necessary. She drained her cup and studied the chipped counter-top.

Charlie patted one of her hands comfortingly. "I'm sorry if I've startled you, I assumed you knew where you were. Should you be jogging with a head injury?"

Emma grasped on to the weak, but feasible explanation. "No, probably not. I should get back to Regina. Could I get a coffee to go for her? It's a couple of hours until breakfast."

Charlie was already filling two cups. "Absolutely. Why don't you bring Regina over here for lunch? Special of the day is local whitefish."

Emma hesitated again.

"Tell you what, Emma", Charlie set the cups down and leaned on the counter. "These coffee's are on the house but I'll make you a deal. There's a pile of firewood out back that I'm too old to cut anymore. If you'll split it and stack it for me over the next couple of days, I'll feed you girls a good lunch. How's that sound?"

Storybrooke's Sheriff sensed a lifeline being tossed, and she smiled and nodded. "Deal."

They shook on it and Emma left with a cup of coffee in each hand.

Emma managed to make it back inside and up the stairs without spilling a drop. She had been sitting in the wicker chair for a few minutes when Regina stirred and opened her eyes.

"Good morning. Have you been watching over me all night?"

Emma shook her head. "No just for a little while. I brought you coffee from the diner." She stood and took it across the room, and when Regina sat up, Emma settled on the side of the bed.

Regina took the cup, but her eyes never left the blonde. "Emma, what's wrong?"

"When you got the map yesterday at that store, did you see what you were getting?"

Regina's brow wrinkled in confusion. "No, I asked the young man behind the register for a local map, he put one on our stack of purchases and my attention shifted to something else. Why?"

Emma sat staring at the floor for a full minute before she looked into Regina's eyes. "Regina, we're in Canada."

The former Queen looked puzzled. "Canada?"

"Yeah, Canada. Storybrooke is in Maine, part of the United States. I'm sure you've helped Henry with his geography homework from time to time. Canada...the country above The United States."

Regina raised one eyebrow and tried to look regal in flannel. "Thank you for the geography lesson, Miss Swan. You seem concerned by this."

"You should be too. I know Storybrooke existed in some kind of stasis for a couple of decades, so you might not be aware that to get from one country to another, border authorities require travellers to have all kinds of identification. Passport, driver's licenses...that kind of thing. You don't have those, Regina. We're stuck here until we can figure out a way to magic us home."

Regina studied her coffee silently. She gave no more reaction than if she had simply been treading water all alone in her pool at home.

"How can you be so calm about all this?" Emma stood suddenly and paced across the room. "I've 'poofed' us to a place we don't know and we're stuck here until we can find a way to get home, and..." She raked her hands through her hair with frantic gestures.

"Emma..."

"Our son is back there, my family is there..." She paced quickly to the window, as if the answer could be found there.

"Emma!" Regina had gotten out of bed and taken Emma by the arm.

"Regina, I can't..."

"Emma!" Regina snapped again.

Emma stopped babbling.

"Now, Miss Swan, I would think that you, as The Saviour our son speaks so highly of, would be a little more pulled together."

"Don't you see, Regina? I'm not the goddamned Saviour!" Emma spun away from the window. "I'm just me, and it's my fault we're here and Henry is back there, and I can't..." A sob escaped and Emma's eyes filled with tears. Her face crumpled somewhere between angry and defeated. Regina dropped the imperiousness that helped her maintain control, and simply wrapped her arms around Emma.

There was no Evil Queen, there was no Saviour; there were only two women. One who was falling apart, and one trying to hold her together.