"Seriously, they gave you a driver's license?" Regina said as she made her way down into her vault at the mausoleum. She had to rely on Tink to get there and she was sure a few more rides with her and she would end up back in the hospital.

"I get a little nervous when other people are in the car," Tink said. "I'm getting better don't you think?"

"Yes, you didn't take out any tombstones."

"What are we doing here anyway?"

"I don't really know," Regina said sighed. "There is something wrong about all of this – me getting sick and the healing. I … I think I may have been sick with Skiver Fever before when I was a child."

"I think if you had, you would have remembered that. It's not exactly something to forget."

Regina was standing in the midst of some chests – they were mostly filled with magical-related items, including her mother's collection. She knew in one of them, there were a series of notebooks in her mother's writing. They were mostly different spells or potions she had personally designed or had worked on, but they also included other notes or musings of her mother. She had only gone through them once, and not closely. She wasn't interested in her mother's work. She only kept them, she supposed at the time because she thought they may be useful, but the truth was she kept her mother's things to maintain a connection to her.

Growing up her mother never made her feel like she was good enough, and even at the height of her power she felt inadequate compared to her mother. Even her mother's death confession that she was enough wasn't enough to erase all of those feeling that had built up over the years.

"That chest," Regina said pointing. "Will you open it?"

"Tell me what this is really about and I will," Tink said crossing her arm. "You've come a long way Regina. I consider you a friend and I didn't think that would ever happen. The sentiment in this town about you is beginning to change. If you are thinking of getting caught back up in magic again, you know that path won't end well. Convince me this isn't a bad idea."

"I don't know that I can,"

"Then don't ask me to help." She turned and began to walk out.

"Wait. Please Tink, I don't have anyone else who can help me. Yes the sentiment may be changing out me but what that is, is gratitude. It's not like they want to be friends with me. I am not looking to do anything bad, I promise. I need to figure this out though."

"What, what are you trying to figure out? You got to give me something here."

Regina took a seat on one of the other chests and Tink followed suit. She proceeded to tell Tink about hearing her parents talk about her being sick. She then told her about her suspicions that Emma had lied to her.

"You know when you took me to meet the man who could be my second chance – the man with the tattoo? It feels like that – like I am standing at the crossroads of destiny."

"Do you think you can choose the right path this time?"

"I hope so."

…

Emma pulled up to Regina's to let Henry out. They had spent the day with each other and while it was tense at times, Emma was overall happy that it looked like they could put this behind them.

"Do you want to come in?" Henry asked.

"No," Emma said.

"Ok," he said. "I will call you tomorrow."

Emma sat there watching him go inside but still didn't pull away. She thought about Henry and Regina in there – Regina. How had it gotten to this? How did a kiss change everything?

Regina had been feverish, shaking in her arm, she was in so much pain that Emma was scared in that moment – scared Regina was actually going to die. She had fished her cell phone out of her pocket and tried to dial her unlock code so she could get an ambulance. Then she felt Regina pull her down. Their lips met and Emma felt it all in that second – love that reached into her soul.

And it was there still. She could feel like you feel the cold seep into you on a winter's day. Like the way water coats your body as you swim in the ocean. It was inside of her. And if it was inside her, was it inside of Regina?

She stared the house for another few minutes before pulling out her phone.

"I need to talk to you," she said as soon as the call picked up. A moment later she was driving away.

…

Henry walked in to find Regina sitting on the couch, about a dozen small books were laid out on the coffee table and she was intently studying one of them.

"What's all this?" he asked picking up one of them.

"Sit down," Regina said. She waited until he was seated. "I don't want to keep secrets from you. These notebooks belonged to my mother. I was going through them hoping I might find an answer to why this happened with the Skiver Fever."

"We know why it happened. Emma she brought Marian back and Marian was carrying the virus."

"Yes, but that explains how the children got sick, it doesn't explain why I did. I was hoping my mom might have written something down, anything down that might help me understand why. You see, I think … I think that I had Skiver Fever as a child and my mom did something to help me. If she did, it most certainly was related to magic in someway. I hoped there would be some note, something she had written down which might give me a clue as to what she might have done."

"What does it matter? You are ok, the kids are ok; why does it matter if your mom did something?"

"I don't know that it does matter to anyone but me. I would like to know once and for all whether my mother loved me because I was her daughter, or loved me because she saw in me someone that could make her own dreams come true. I don't even know that this will give me any answers to that question. If this bothers you though, me doing this, I won't do it. I won't risk anything coming between us again."

Henry's eyes went to the notebooks and then back to his mother.

"I trust you," he said.

She pulled him in for a hug.

"Thank you."

…

Regina placed another of the notebooks down. Another book of her mother's notations about magic. There was nothing in the ones she looked at to indicate her mother had written anything about her so far. She reached over and opened up the bottle with the pain medication and took a couple of them. Her head had started to ache, and while that wasn't the purpose for why she had the medication, she took them anyway. She was supposed to go in to the hospital for a check up in another two days.

She rubbed her eyes and stood up to go to bed. She had been up way too long looking at the notebooks. She went upstairs to her room and despite the difficulties of having one fully functioning arm she managed to get changed and into bed.

It took her a while to get to sleep – she preferred to sleep on her side but the injuries made that impossible.

She ran into the stable, a smile on her face, intent on seeing Daniel. She opened the door as he was brushing down one of the horses. "Daniel," she said running into his arms and kissing him.

"Hey beautiful," he said, holding her in his arms.

She reached up and touched his face. She felt like it had been forever since she saw him, touched him.

"I love you," she said.

"I love you too," he said. "We don't have much time though."

"Time? We have all day. My mom won't be back until late."

"No, we don't."

"I don't understand," she said stepping back. "We had the whole day planned out."

"Regina," he said placing a hand on each of her upper arms. "Do you remember what happened here?"

Regina looked away from him. She looked down past Daniel, and for a moment she saw a flash of him on the ground, her crying over his dead body. Then it was over.

She stepped farther back from him this time.

"No," she said. "No. You're right here. You're here with me. We're going to be together."

"I wish that were so," he said. "Our time together was too short. We never got the chance to be what we could have been. But that doesn't mean you will be alone. I promise you, you will find love again."

"I don't want to find love again," she said. "I want to be with you, only you."

She kissed him, held on to him, but then she stopped. There was something different. This isn't what it felt like it before. She looked at him.

"What you are feeling is not me," he said. "It's your love, which now belongs to another."

Regina woke feeling out of sorts. The dream was fresh in her mind. It felt real. It felt like Daniel had been there with her. But the last time she kissed him in the dream; it felt different than any other time she had kissed him. Yet there was a familiarity in it. She let her fingers lightly brush her lips.