Emma had always been particularly good at finding. Finding what? Well, it depended on the circumstance. She'd begun her life of finding with a job.
Of course, she had obviously found objects before her job began making it an obligation for her to begin finding people, but everyone had to start somewhere, of course.
Her first person in question went by the name Robin Hood, but that wasn't his real name. In fact, Emma had seen the name in a fairy tale once before, although she hadn't made the connection when she caught the guy. Now, that guy was just a speck of dust in her lifetime of memories. He didn't matter.
She found many other criminals after that. So many.
That life blurred in her eyes now. Now, her life was better. Now, her life was nearly complete.
After finding criminals for half her life, fate had decided that Emma would evolve. Next, she found her long-lost son, and he led her to find her long-lost parents. Her parents and a few "family friends" led her to find herself.
She had everything now. Well, almost everything.
She didn't have anyone just for herself.
Her father and mother had each other. Her son had his adoptive mother (long story...). Even the creepy old man who owned a pawn shop in town had someone to share his life with.
But Emma was alone in ways that her family would never understand. Henry was too young to understand, and her Mom and Dad seemed as if they were made for each other.
And then Emma Swan met Killian Jones.
And her life was complete.
Because finally...
finally...
Emma had someone to herself.