A/N: Last final tomorrow (technically today)! Then I'm finished, thank the gods! I should sleep now, so I don't oversleep for it. So I'll just leave this here. As always, the OUAT are not my own.

A shiver had played along Snow's spine the moment she heard Regina's voice in the hall. She had held her breath, expecting her to come in eyes and hands blazing with the wrathful glow of hellfire, wondering the fastest and safest route to get Emma safe and away. She didn't relax even after she heard her footsteps walking away from her and Emma, startling as a nurse knocked lightly on the door before entering. She gave Snow a warm smile that was mostly directed toward the blissfully sleeping Emma.

"What a sweetie. I'm sure she's ready to get out of here so she can sleep in her nice warm crib, huh?" She gave a soft, tinkling laugh. "I have your release forms right here."

"Perfect." Snow said sincerely, taking them along with the pen the nurse offered her. She signed them quickly before the nurse could slip away and handed them back. After a cursory glance at her signature, the nurse nodded.

"Have a good night. Well, morning." She said, glancing toward the window where outside the sun was just poking its golden head over the tops of the trees.

Snow nodded and quickly wished her the same, making sure she had all of her and Emma's things before heading for the door. She stuck close to a group of nurses walking by, using them and their brightly colored uniforms as a shield for her and Emma lest Regina was still creeping about. She had nearly reached the front door, her head ducked to cover from the morning chill sure to greet them when she stepped outside, when she heard a voice call out her name. She grimaced, thankful once again that she hadn't decided to use her real name in this world. That would've got Regina's attention for sure, even if she wasn't around. She likely had eyes and ears everywhere.

Reluctantly, Snow turned, still shielding Emma with her body. The infant was beginning to stir, cooing in discomfort, and Snow automatically developed a bouncing rhythm. "Yes?" She asked, faintly surprised to find the doctor that had cared for Emma standing there. She couldn't remember his name. Something to do with the ocean, she knew. Dr. Fish? She snuck a glance at his name tag. Dr. Whale.

"I just wanted to tell you to make sure you keep her hydrated, of course. And if she gets a fever again, you can pick up some medicine from the drugstore in town."

"Thank you, but I'll just get some when we're back home. We're not from town."

He chuckled. "I know. But I think you'll be staying for a little while yet."

She frowned in confusion and he pointed to the doors. Where the sun had been peeking about minutes before gray clouds now crowded the sky, blocking out all hints of the clear blue that had promised a nice winter day. Snow stared hard at the dark clouds, noticing the purplish tint to them. She shook her head. There was no magic in this world. Even Regina couldn't have any. It was just a normal storm.

"Oh. Well, thank you." She said politely, murmuring a quick goodbye before walking quickly through the hospital doors. She took a deep breath of the chilly air and looked down at Emma. She had found some semblance of a comfortable position in Snow's arms and had curled up, but she shivered against Snow now, the air nipping at her baby soft skin. She looked around, wondering how she was going to get from the hospital back to the inn without her or Emma freezing to death, when she noticed the inn not too far away. Taking off the thin jacket she wore, she swaddled Emma tightly in it and braved the cold for the few minutes that it took to get them both back into the warmth and relative safety that the small inn offered.

After a quick hello to Ruby—Red, she reminded herself—she went up to her room, knocking lightly and rubbing Emma's arms through the jacket to try and warm her daughter up.

The door opened and revealed Katie's smiling face. "Hi!" She chirped. Lauren brushed past her peering into Snow's arms to get a better look at Emma.

"Is she okay?" She asked.

Snow smiled, grateful for the girl's concern, and moved toward her baby bag. She took out one of Emma's blankets and swapped it for her jacket. She laid Emma down in the middle of the bed, using pillows on either side of her to keep her from rolling off the bed as she slept. "Yes, she is. She just had a little fever. Listen, we're going to get ready to go soon, okay? I'm going to try to get you two to your Girl Scouts meeting."

Katie shrugged, her back to Snow as she smiled down at Emma's sleeping form. "You can't."

Snow's eyebrows furrowed. "Why can't I?"

"It's over. There's a storm or something coming, so everyone went home. Mom called." At Snow's look of surprise and then guilt, Lauren quickly jumped in.

"It's okay, Mary Margaret. We had fun just being with you and Emma. Besides, we have those meetings every month."

Snow nodded, unconvinced, but offered up an apologetic smile that Lauren warmly returned. "Speaking of your mom, did you tell her what happened?"

"I did. She wanted to know if Emma was okay. And she said we shouldn't try to race back home before the storm. New England storms are rough."

Katie nodded in agreement and Snow sighed, sinking onto the bed. She didn't know what New England was—she was pretty sure that they were still in Maine—but she didn't even know how to put gas in the car, let alone drive it during a storm. She wondered if the storms in this world were anything like the raging wind and heavy rains of the Enchanted Forest. Still, she didn't want to stay in a place where Regina was, not with three little girls relying on her to keep them safe. Storybrooke wasn't very large, she had noticed, and she was quite sure that this was the only place where non-residents stayed. It wouldn't be hard to find them, especially not for Regina.

"Okay." Snow agreed slowly, taking in the girls quickly. "But we're leaving as soon as it's over."

Regina pulled on her robe in an effortless motion, the satin sliding against the smooth nakedness of her skin. She turned to face Graham, lying contentedly in her bed, her sheets wrapped around half of his bare chest and covering his torso. He seemed to shine golden under the warm light of her lamps and she smiled at the sight of him, before glancing down at an even better sight. The purplish heart in her palm pulsated rhythmically, shining with an inner light which the sight of widened her smile. Graham's heart was fairly large with a steady beat, but with it in her hand instead of in his chest, he would bend to her will no differently than anyone else.

She turned the organ over in her hands, admiring it casually. She shut her eyes briefly and allowed her own heart to beat in time with it—bad ump, bad ump, bad ump. Comforted by the sound and the steady beating of both the heart in her hand and in the one in her chest, she perched on the edge of the bed.

"Tell me, Graham," she all but purred. "Is our old friend Snow White back in town?" It'd been easy to let down the block that replaced his memories from the Enchanted Forest with those of a false life in Storybrooke while he had been otherwise occupied with her body.

"Yes." His words were hard but his jaw was clenched harder, trying to keep anything else from spilling from his lips. She grinned at him and pat his cheek roughly.

"With her daughter?"

"Yes." He repeated. "Room 107, at the hospital."

"Mmhmm. And where have they come from?"

"I don't know."

A flicker of annoyance sparked within her, but she quelled it. It wasn't as if Snow White could leave and go back there, so it didn't matter too much. "Has she found Charming?"

"I don't—" He hesitated as Regina tightened her grip on his heart, his face going ashen. He swallowed audibly and amended his words. "I think so. She asked about him. Not by name, but she mentioned the John Doe and corrected me on his name, so it's likely that they've spoken. She seemed upset, so I think he was telling the truth about not remembering anything."

Regina smiled. It was exactly what she wanted to hear. Reaching over her, she ran her fingers lightly up Graham's toned stomach until she reached his chest. She leaned over to kiss him as her hands shoved his heart back into his chest and smiled against his lips as he let out a breathless grunt.

"You've been a great help. Now, leave."