A/N: Quick chapter to avoid studying for my British Lit final!

Snow cradled Emma in her arms for most of the night, unwilling to put her down lest she somehow get sick again. She stroked the soft blonde curls and kissed the top of her daughter's hair, inhaling the baby scent of her. A soft forest scent like crushed pine needles clung to her, as if the essence of the magical tree had imbued itself in her. Snow released a soft sigh, stirring the curls on top of the sleeping infant's curls. She was thinking about Lauren and Katie, whom she'd left back at the inn, when a knock sounded at the door and the huntsman entered. Sheriff Graham, she corrected herself mentally. She gave him a tired smile and he returned it, taking a seat across from her.

"How is she?" He asked, looking at the tiny sleeping form in her arms.

"Much better. Thank you for getting us here. You may have saved her life."

He shook his head, a faint flush coloring his cheeks. "I'm just doing my job. Which is why I'm here again. I've put gas in your car and had it towed to Granny's. You all should be good to go as soon as you can be released from the hospital, which should be in an hour or so." He explained. There was a hint of urgency in his voice that worried her.

She nodded, but she couldn't fathom leaving. Charming was there. He didn't remember anything, but he was there and it was the closest she'd been since leaving the Enchanted Forest. A heaviness that she hadn't been conscious of lifted itself from her chest at the sight of him and even know, still under the same roof as him but in a different roof, she could feel some of that heaviness returned. If she left without him she knew that it would return in full force and she wasn't sure that she could deal with that again. Not when she had found him all the way in this new world.

"Thank you." She said finally. She hesitated for a brief moment before speaking again, keeping her gaze trained on Emma so as not to give away her true emotions. She still wasn't sure whether the huntsman was working for Regina or not, though she imagined that if he were he would have already alerted her as to her and Emma's presence. "There was a young man," she began and the huntsman nodded, interrupting.

"Oh, the John Doe! Yes, he's just woken up from a coma. Doesn't have much a memory, though. Madame Mayor's looking into it."

Warning bells rung in Snow's ears, louder than his words. "Madame Mayor." She repeated.

"Er, I mean, Mayor Mills. Madame Mayor's just a nickname we have here for her. Our own small town version of royalty." He chuckled, but Snow was too preoccupied by her thoughts to force a laugh of her own. "Anyway, what about the John Doe?" He asked.

Snow stared at him blankly before remembering that he was referring to Charming. "I just, um. I spoke with him. His name isn't John, it's David." She didn't say anymore, she wouldn't risk it. Even if the huntsman only accidentally mentioned her and Emma to Regina—or Madame Mayor as she seemed to go by here—saying that she knew Charming would only make things worse. No, she had to find a way to get to him and to leave as quickly as possible. She didn't want to come face to face with Regina.

"David, huh? Good to know." The huntsman stood, offering her another smile. "Well, I'll get out of your hair. If you leave before I can see you again, it was nice meeting you and have a safe trip. Try not to run out of gas, though." He chuckled and left and she felt her muscles unclench.

"What are we going to do, Emma?" She whispered down to the sleeping baby. Emma only nuzzled closer to her, snoring contently.

"You can remember nothing about your life besides your name?" Regina pressed. She sat across from Charming, or David as he now went by, in his hospital room, trying her hardest not to glare at him.

He shook his head. "I've told you. I don't even remember being in an accident."

"Right." Regina leaned back in her chair, somewhat calmer, and smiled. "Well, then, welcome to our little town of Storybrooke, David. I'm sure you'll be most welcome."

She left the room as one of the nurses entered, someone she only recognized fleetingly as a fairy. She rolled her eyes. Fairies. Useless, the lot of them. She didn't hear any footsteps over the sound of her own stilettoed steps against the tile floor of the hospital hallway and nearly burned Graham alive as he stepped quickly in front of her, throwing up her hands in surprise. She scowled, brushing imaginary dirt off of her blazer irritably to hide her shock. "Graham." She greeted him brusquely, moving to step around him.

He matched her steps, staying in front of her, and her eyes narrowed as she studied him closer. His face was slightly flushed and he looked nervous. She took a small step toward him, red lips quirking upwards as she dropped her voice to a near purr. "Is there something you need from me?"

His gaze flickered away, just once, toward a hospital room, but once was enough. Someone was in there, someone he didn't want her to see, and she didn't have to wrack her brain to figure out who it was. It could only be person, the only person from the entire Enchanted Forest who wasn't under her curse. Well, her, and the white magic having brat she'd given birth to. She made a mental note of the room number—107—and walked past Graham without checking to make sure he'd follow. He always did.

After she enjoyed her time with the sheriff helping him release some of his nerves and tension, she'd return. Snow White wasn't going anywhere any time soon. She'd make sure of it.