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Authors Note: I would like to apologize for the horrible mistakes at the end on the last chapter, obviously didn't proof read that. Sorry. I would also like to thank you all so much for you reviews! I can't believe how many people are interested in this so thank you I love you all. One more thing, updates should be more frequent now as I have officially finished school forever! I will try and upload at least twice a week. Sorry for rambling enjoy!

All Emma could hear was high pitch screeching. Unfortunately she knew this noise all too well. It was the unearthly sound of falling through a portal. She tried to open her eyes but the intensity of the light surrounding her was too much. She never quite understood portals. When falling through one it would feel like an eternity, but once landed, in whatever destination it is you may end up, it feels like only an instant has past. And with that thought tightly tucked away in the back of her mind she fell, at a rather forceful speed to the ground. She raised her head too get a good look at her surroundings.

"No." was all she could say. The tall tree for miles, the smell of pine and damp grass, the gravel pressed into her palms. Emma knew in an instant she was in the enchanted forest. Again. As she began to rise she heard a voice from behind her.

"Oh hell no. Again." Emma turned around to see Neal sat on the floor in front of her, head in his hands, looking much more annoyed than she was at the fact that they were once again stuck in a magical world, without anyway of getting back to their son.

"Neal." She sighed.

"Yeah?" he looked up, slowing helping himself up. She shook her head in disbelief. She wasn't sure why she was even shocked. Of course he would come after her, just like he found her in the car, or how they ran into each other in New York or he made his way back to her in Neverland. No matter where she goes, he always seems to find a way to follow. And for that Emma was thankful. She couldn't imagine being stuck here on her own.

"What the hell was that?" Neal asked waving his arm out to his left. Emma looked at him in confusion.

"What was what?" she questioned.

"Zelena. I thought you said she was dead." Emma had completely forgotten about Zelena. That fact that they are stuck in a land very unfamiliar to the pair with no way back was bad enough. But now they had the added bonus of trying to stop The Wicked Witch of the West from changing the past and inevitable stopping Emma from ever being born. Perfect.

"That's what the message from David said. I guess, when she 'died' she reconnected with her pendant somehow opening the portal and- well- I don't know I'm not Marty Mcfly" Emma could see the grin growing on Neal's face.

"Marty Mcfly, really?" He chuckled. Emma looked at him with a blank stare.

"Okay now is not the time to be talking about this. Zelena is out there, and we have to stop her" She started to walk through the space around them trying to figure out where or when they were. She turned back to Neal, wondering why he hadn't followed her. She couldn't understand why the smile on his face was getting bigger. Now what?

"Not the time?" He questioned with the biggest grin plastered across his face.

"Seriously. You're a child." She ended the conversation. She carried on walking through the forest in silence. In her mind she began to panic. Falling through a portal was bad enough, but time travel. All this had become far too bazaar for Emma. She knew she should have never left New York. Never have drunken that damn potion hook gave her. That she and Henry would be safely away from all of this crap. It was perfect. Well almost.

Walsh.

She cringed at the thought of the once lovely man, being a flying monkey. Maybe not everything was perfect. And she would be lying to herself if said she wasn't happy to see Neal again. And as if by clock work Neal spoke.

"Hey over here!" he yelled. Emma turned around to see Neal crouched on the ground holding crushed leaves. She walked back to him turning to look in the direction he was facing.

"What is it?" she questioned, obviously not seeing what he was.

"There's a trail. Look see" he replied pointing to broken branches and crumpled leaves. "She went this way." He informed. Neal arose from his squatting position and began to carefully walk forward, touching leaves and branches as he goes. Emma followed cautiously behind. Her mind full of questions. How did he know?

"You know how to track?" she spoke. He turned back to look at her, flashing a smile.

"Yeah" He carried on forward. "You learn a lot trying to hide from lost boys, they're pretty sneaky so you gotta cover your tracks and know how to look for there's. Number one rule of survival. Learnt that one pretty quick." Emma sometimes forgets Neal was once stranded in Neverland for hundreds of years. She was only there a few days and found it unbearable. She couldn't imagine what it would have been like to be there for so long, all on his own and at such a young age. Emma had never really spoken to Neal about his time in Neverland, she never got the chance. But the thought of it made her heart ache. However before she had time to respond Neal came to a halt.

"What is it?" Emma asked walking up to stand beside him.

"A village" He responded "perfect"

"Perfect? Why is Zelena there?" Emma questioned as she began to scan the small village in front of them.

"No but it's the perfect opportunity to change." Neal answered, pointing to some clothes hanging on a washing line.

"Change? Neal, Zelena is out there attempting to kill my grandmother, if she hasn't already succeeded, I don't think right now is the best time for a costume change?" Emma argued.

"Hey hey hey, clam down!" Neal whispered placing one hand on Emma shoulder. "I meant so that we wouldn't stand out. We can't exactly go walking around dressed like this." He said motioning to their very out of this world attire. "Besides, Zelena hasn't killed Ava yet. You're still here, and you've seen back to the future." He smiled.