At the very first chance possible Emma rushed up the stairs and towards the back bedroom with the window seat overlooking the harbour. She was glad when her mother or even father didn't follow her pushing for answers or trying to get her to talk. There had been little said throughout the meal Mary Margaret walking on egg shells and being very careful around Emma.

She had kept the conversation minimal mainly about the goings on around town and how worried the people were. It hurt too much to address what had actually happened the events still fresh in her mind and very much raw. Emma slumped down onto the window seat and leaned her head against the cold glass staring ahead at the grey sky. She sighed deeply wondering what her life had become now was she just destined for more heartbreak.

The future was very much unclear at this moment in time, how could she find the courage to go on when her world had pretty much been destroyed. Killian deserved so much more then to be killed from a sacrifice for the safe keeping of the town. Emma felt the tears trickle down her cheeks and fall to the floor the sadness washing over her. She lifted her hand and wiped the back across her eyes feeling the wetness instantly.

A bright light caught her attention floating in the middle of the room quickly growing in size until it nearly touched the ceiling. Emma tilted her head to the side throwing her legs off the side of the window seat and standing wearily. She held out her hand and made contact with the floating blob feeling the magic buzzing in the tips of her fingers.

Images started to flash before her showing some familiar faces and some not so familiar. A small child caught her attention no older then a year in a basket with a blanket that matched her own. The images only stayed in focus for a couple of seconds catching a small glimpse.

A place filled with ruins and old temples came into view, the sky grey with dark clouds hovering. It didn't look a very inviting place more a glum and dreary place. Killian chained and bloody in a cold dark cell looking broken, sad and helpless. Emma frowned stepping closer to the blob and reaching out her hand it passing right through the image.

Did this confirm Killian was still alive and fighting in a unknown place? All these questions instantly filled her head at all the possibilities. She blinked back the tears feeling an aching in her heart at the very thought of his sacrifice being in vain after everything that had happened. The way he had stepped up ready to face what nasty fate waited for him with no fear.

Right at that minute a blurry image appeared of what appeared to be at the edge of the river bank in the park. A strange mist was hovering over the clear water shading the dark sky setting a eery feel. Emma shivered at the creepy scene sensing the blob wanted her to go to that exact place.

She closed her eyes hoping that her parents weren't still down stairs awaiting for her to make an appearance. The time had passed for questions it was now time to take action and find out what was really going on. She snapped her eyes open and strode forward pulling the door open without a second thought or doubt in her mind.

At the sound of her jogging down the stairs Mary Margret stuck her head around the kitchen wall a light smile on her face. Emma didn't have time to exchange pleasantries instead she marched across the hall to the door grabbing her keys on the way.

"Emma?" Snow shouted with concern for her daughter showing in her voice.

"I'm going out". Emma shouted not having a lot of time to explain the whole situation or wanting to be followed. This was something she had to find out on her own that or it always be at the back of her mind that Killian could have been saved. She marched down the path and threw the garden gate open reaching the bug in two long steps jamming the key into the lock and turning.

Emma slumped into the seat and slammed the door shut shifting the gears in the car and starting the engine immediately. She pulled away from the side of the road and drove towards the park putting her foot down. It was the least of her worries to care about the speed limit plus she was the sheriff on a case so it didn't really matter.

In no time the yellow bug came to a stop near the entrance of the park and she was jumping out of the seat eagerly. Emma all but ran into the park following the path to the edge of the large pond the magic in her fingertips crackling. She turned her head both ways taking in the scenery it was quite a nice day with blue skies totally different from the scene she saw from the blob.

A sickly feeing washed over her causing her knees to buckle from underneath her sending her to the grassy bank. All she wanted was some straight answers as to what had happened on that dreadful night. If there was a chance Killian was still alive could he be saved? Did he even want to be saved or was this new life better? Emma closed her eyes letting the gentle breeze blow through her long hair and whip it around her face.

"Mom?" A familiar voice caught her off guide just as the tears once again trickled down her cheeks. "Hey". Henry crouched down in the grass beside her awkwardly putting his long arms around her shoulders as a form of comfort.

"Hey kid". Emma whispered sniffing slightly and moving her own arms so they were around her son needing a rock right now. "Did my mom send you by any chance?" He rolled his eyes and shook his head leaning into her gentle touch. "So can you keep a secret?" She tilted her head back and looked Henry in the eyes seeing his fathers brown eyes staring back at her.

"Sure what is it?" Emma smiled remembering the times that her and Henry would go to his castle and just talk about nothing in particular. There was no doubt in her mind that she could trust him to keep the secrets going around in her head right now.

Sure it was maybe a better idea to load all this information onto Regina or another adult then her son but right now her mind was in overdrive. If one thing she had learn over the past couple of years it was better to vent then hold things in. "I think Killian's alive and theres a way to save him". Emma waited patiently for her sons reaction to what she had just confessed to him.

She knew Henry thought a lot of Killian from the sailing lessons to the way he would follow the pirate eagerly on his daily duties. Killian didn't in any way want to replace his real father knowing that wasn't a option at all but that didn't stop him from becoming a father figure for the boy. "So like the underworld?" Henry chirped up his eyes going wide at the different prospects.

"I guess so". Emma shrugged tightening her hold ever so slightly on her son.

"Cool it could be our next operation!". She rolled her eyes at his excitement of naming another operation.

"I dunno kid I might have to go see Mr Gold". The last thing she wanted was more people getting hurt especially if it wasn't a hundred percent certain this could work.

"Mom I want to help please". Henry pleaded looking straight into her eyes with those big brown orbs.

"Okay, okay but no body gets hurt". He nodded and pulled away from her embrace quickly getting to her feet. "So did your grams send you?" Emma pulled herself up trying to shake off the familiar nauseous that had been hanging over her a lot lately.

"No I was heading this way it gives me time to think about things". Henry slung his backpack over his shoulder and started to walk in the direction of the path leading to the entrance of the park.

"Is anything in particular on your mind". Over the past couple of days she had barely had time to talk to her son sensing that something was indeed on his mind. After all it was a lot to take in your mom becoming the dark one wanting to sacrifice herself for the good of her family but instead watching the man you look up too die before your eyes. Henry shrugged unsure of how to really answer the question without upsetting his mother.

"It's okay to be sad and talk about what happened". Emma spoke softly falling into step with Henry glancing his way. An awkward silence fell between them and tension was slowly building in the air. "There's plenty of time to talk about it kid just know I'm here and all". Henry nodded a smile forming on his lips at how far his mother had actually come, from that woman who bottled everything up to someone who actually wanted to talk.

"So where we going now?" Emma took out her car keys and unlocked the car sliding into the seat.

"I'm dropping you off at home". He groaned pulling a face and slumping further down in the seat. "You can still help". She started up the engine and pulled out onto the road now being weary of her speed.

"But I can help". Henry pushed on determined to get his way and help in some form.

"I know and you will but I need to do this alone". Emma reasoned pulling up beside the big mansion a couple of minutes later. "I'll keep in touch". He nodded opening the door and slipping out swiftly.

"Okay mom operation I'll think of something". She smiled widely waiting until he had closed the door before driving off towards town.

The voices began to fill her head mumbling ancient words she didn't quite understand. Emma tried her hardest to think about other things instead of focusing on the voices. She managed to make it into town without any harm done and find a suitable parking place. The moment she slid out of the car people greeted her on the streets with warm smiles and pleasant word.

Emma plastered a fake smile on her face and strode down the street coming to a stop outside the pawn shop. She wasted no time in pushing the door open not caring if the shop was open or not. The shop was empty not a soul in sight a silence fell in the large room filled with different artefacts.

"Hello?" Emma shouted her voice echoing around the room and bouncing off the glass cabinets. A couple of minutes later and Mr Gold appeared limping with his cane firmly in his hand.

"What can I do for you Miss swan?" She crossed her arms over her chest not falling for his act one bit.

"I know you have all the power of the dark one". Emma splat hoping that Belle was nearby to hear all this about her traitorous husband. He maintained a calm composure leaning heavily on his cane for effect.

"What makes you think so?" She leaned forward pressing the palms of her hands onto the glass surface of the cabinet.

"Cut the crap I know you screwed Killian over and now have all the power of the dark one. So here's how it's gonna go your gonna help me rescue Killian from the underworld". Emma demanded not at all in the mood for games right now.

"What makes you think I will help you?" She glared at the older man feeling the magic in her finger tips start to buzz with the impending magic.

"There's nothing stopping me from going to your beloved wife and telling her everything". She threatened feeling not a ounce of compassion towards the dark one for his deeds in the past.

"Very well what do you want me to do miss Swan?" Emma straightened up her shoulders not at all intimidated by the dark one.

"I want you to help me gain access to the underworld". He rested the cane beside the counter and straightened up knowing she meant business. "I know your capable of opening a portal". Mr Gold nodded a smirk appearing once again on his face. "So meet me at night fall in the park near the pond". Emma spun around on her heels and waltzed towards the door without any think more being said.