Emma sat against a tree watching Fox as she scrapped the flesh and fat from the horse's pelt. They hadn't said a word to each other since the attack. Emma had spent the entire time staring at her. Simon, who had ran into the woods after a bird a mile before the riders had attacked, had reunited with them shortly after they had fled with the dead horse. He was now curled up beside Fox, watching her every move.

With a quiet sigh, Emma broke the silence, "So, you okay?"

"Am I okay?" Fox pause for a second, narrowing her eyes at Emma with a playful smile. "We were nearly pulled off your horse. I should be asking you that."

"You killed a man."

"I've killed many men and women. I've killed quite a few people in general. We're in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, that's to be expected."

"He wasn't a zombie. He was a human."

"They were all human once. It's kill or be killed."

Emma studied the blonde for a moment, "That doesn't make it any easier."

"Emma, not counting zombies, I've killed a total of eleven people. All of which were a threat to me or Simon or someone I was traveling with." Fox growled, "He was nothing more than another threat. A threat that needed to be eliminated. End of story."

"And that's it? It's that easy for you? He was a threat?"

"Yes, it's that easy." She watched Emma nod before focusing her attention back onto the horse's pelt. "So, we've made it to Portland, what now?"

"Nothing." Emma growled before running a hand through her hair, "Regina left a radio for me. It was in Mary's pack."

"Ah, along with most of our other supplies."

"Yeah, and my badge and I.D." Emma continued.

Fox laughed, "I don't think you'll be needing either of those with the whole zombie apocalypse…thing."

"I like my badge."

The blonde smiled, "What about all my pelts?"

"I think you'll live."

"Hey, I spent months collecting those pelts. At least I've still got the moose."

"Yeah, how the hell did you carry all those down from Canada? That mule is from Storybrooke."

"Well, I carried some of them. The rest I got while I was in Storybrooke."

"I thought you had only been there a few days?"

"Two months."

"Two months? You lived in my house for two months?"

"Hey, it's a nice place and there weren't many zombies in the area."

Emma laughed, "Yeah, can't blame you. It is nice." The two women laughed at each other. "So how are you going to tan that thing?"

"Well, I figured we'd find a house before it got dark and settled there for the night and tan it there with whatever happens to be there."

"What if they don't have the supplies you need?"

"Then I'll brain tan it."

"Brain? Tan it?"

"Yeah, with the brains from its skull."

"That's just gross."

Fox laughed at her, "Gross? It's going to be your new bed. So, no complaining."

Emma rolled her eyes and look over at the remains of the horse hanging from a rather high branch. "What are we going to do with that?" She nodded at the carcass and wrinkled her nose.

"I figured we could get what we could for dinner and leave it for the zombies and other predators." Fox said, looking over the pelt for any stray flesh she might have missed. "Well, how about you start cooking dinner and I'll go find us a place to crash for the night?"

"Deal."

"Simon, stay with Emma." Fox said as she stood up and walked over towards her mule, who was tied to a tree.

"You ever going to name him?"

"I don't know. I was thinking Fleet-Foot. He's pretty damn fast."

Emma laughed, "Right."

"Well, we shall be back!" She declared with a grin.

"At least you won't be burning the meat."

"It wasn't burnt! It was well done!" Fox called over her shoulder as she rode off into the woods.

"Well done my ass." Emma grumbled.

Gail sat at the edge of Regina's bed. She had a hand on Regina's hands, gently messaging one of them with her thumb. Regina had gotten through the removal of the knife, but she had lost quite a lot of blood. It had been a few hours since Whale had stitched her up and she hadn't regained consciousness. Gold had decided to wait to leave until she had woken up. She was pretty sure he had decided to wait because everyone wanted to know if Regina would pull through or not.

"Is she awake yet?" Henry peered through the doorway at the two of them.

Gail looked from Regina to Henry before shaking her head, "No."

"Oh." He pulled up a chair to her bedside and sat down.

"I'm sorry." Gail said after a silent moment, "I put her in danger. This is my fault."

"It's not your fault." Henry gave her a subtle smile, "If it's anyone's fault, it's those assholes' fault."

"I don't think your mom would appreciate hearing you swear."

Henry gave her a smirk, "Probably not."

They sat in silence for a while. Both of them were staring at Regina, praying for her to wake up. Gail shook her head, "It's cold in here. I'm going to grab a fur off that' horse's pack." She stood and put a hand on Henry's shoulder. "You want me to grab one for you?"

"Nah, I'm good. Thank you."

She nodded and walked out of the small room that had been converted into an infirmary. Her feet carried her out into the sunlight and back to the back of the building were a make shift pasture had been built to house the horses. The two new horses had been added to their herd with no problem. Their saddles and packs had been laid out on the fence and on the ground just outside the gate. She settled crossed legged on the ground and started sifting through the pelts.

There were a few small foxes, a small deer, a few coyote, and a large wolf skin. The wolf was on the bottom. She tossed it onto the fence where she had thrown the others. There were several different bags that had been tied to a few ropes and a small blanket that kept the horse somewhat comfortable. The pots and pans were at the front of the pack with all the bags tired behind them. She went through the bags quickly, not really paying much attention to contents until she came to a small wallet.

Curiosity got the better of her as she flipped through it for cash. There wasn't any, but as she flipped it closed she noticed a nylon strip keeping another flap closed. She pulled it open to reveal a silver police badge and an I.D. with the name Emma Swan printed in black lettering. She also saw a walkie talkie with a post-it note and a map rubber banded to it. The note was in Regina's handwriting.

"Oh my God…." She gasped before she scrambled off the ground and darted, wolf pelt, wallet, and assorted other things in hand, back into the building. She ran into the room and skidded to a stop a few feet from where Henry was sitting. "I found something." She had a huge grin on her face.

"What?"

"This was in the horse's pack." She tossed the wallet at him.

He looked at it and tilted his head at her. "What is this?"

"Open it." She said, watching him as he flipped open the section where the badge was. The boy's eyes widened and his jaw dropped.

"My mom!" Henry grinned, "But how?"

"It was in that horse's pack. That was your mom's horse. I found this too." She dropped the walkie talkie and map on his lap before tossing the wolf pelt over Regina.

"But that means, she's here in Portland somewhere." Henry looked down at his mother's badge and ran his fingers over her photo on the I.D. "But those men attacked her and got that horse. She could be hurt or dead."

"I know. I'm going to go out and try to find her. You keep your mother safe. I'll be back as soon as I find her."

"But what if…?"

"Henry, don't think like that. We don't know if she's dead or alive. I'm going to try my best to find her."

He nodded.

"Take care of her for me." She put her hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.