She has never been here, in this particular building of New York City, but Emma clearly has, because she skims expertly through stairs and rooms to reach the door number 407. This was Neal's place, and although she's practically shivering of anticipation, she can see Emma isn't indifferent to the familiar location.
Rough day, she thinks. A car chase, a nearly attempted murder, Mal's call from Storybrooke… she'll need a coffee or, better, a strong drink, once she'll be sure they're all safe from Zelena.
She crosses the corridor, starting to pound the door.
Hurried steps, and… here it goes.