Regina had left her son in the early morning to complete his bathroom routine, and settled uncomfortably into the bar stool in Emma and Hook's kitchen. She fiddled with her fingers as Emma staggered into the kitchen. Regina looked the woman up and down. Her hair was a tangled bird's nest. Her eyes were bloodshot and her face pale and clammy. Regina tweaked a smile at the thought of Emma being hung over despite the circumstances. She watched as Emma readied the coffee maker, and found her eyes wandering down to judge the woman's sleepwear. Emma had on a silky off-white camisole and silky shorts to match. Regina imagined that it was only when she moved in with Hook that Emma probably stopped sleeping in her ribbed tank top and underwear. Regina frowned, realizing that Emma had lost one of the many quirks that she secretly admired about the Savior. Her originality and unique, albeit hideous taste in clothing gave Emma an edge that Regina was loathed to admit made herself appear formidable. And Emma had most definitely been that. She mused about their first meeting as her eyes wandered down to scoff at the fuzzy pink slippers Emma was wearing. She shook her head slightly and didn't realize her eyes wandered back up to admire the muscular legs of her son's other mother. Regina didn't notice her own features soften as she took in the way the silky sleepwear clung to Emma's body, accentuating the woman's shapely features.

Suddenly Emma turned with a full cup and placed it on the bar between her and Regina. Regina gazed at the woman who had yet to look up from her stirring. There was an odd feeling overtaking Regina now. It was a gross sense of loss and grief that seemed to originate at her chest and seep out across her body. Emma was hurting. And for reasons she dared not question, this made Regina sad. She started to reach out to someway comfort the woman across from her, but stilled when she realized what she was doing. Emma stopped stirring, and Regina swallowed. "Emma," Regina whispered, barely even audible to herself.

Regina watched as Emma became unnaturally still, and furrowed her eyebrows when Emma slowly started to lift her head up. Sad green eyes, puffy from alcohol and tears seemed to look right into Regina's own brown orbs. Regina waited in silence, desperate to know if Emma could finally see her. When the blonde showed no signs of recognition, no signs of any life even, Regina couldn't wait. "Emma? Can you see me?"

The green eyes seemed to flicker. Could it be? But before Regina could find the answer, both women jumped at the sound of banging on the front door. Emma jumped so high she spilled coffee all over the counter, cursing as she put down her mug. Regina looked from the door back to the blonde, frustrated at the interruption. She sighed and rubbed her temple as she watched Emma walk to the front door and let David in. Regina looked on as his compassionate eyes took in the sight of his daughter and wrapped her into a tight hug.

"How are you doing?"

Emma shrugged as he let her go, walking-or dragging rather-back to the counter. She grabbed a towel and shook her head as she halfheartedly cleaned up the spilt coffee. Regina saw Emma swallow another round of tears down. "I don't know. Terrible. I just...I can't believe she's gone. I just-I'm having a hard time believing it."

Charming nodded in understanding. "I know. It's weird, after everything that we've all been through, I never imagined myself grieving over her death." Regina focused on David, listening intently. She noticed his shoulders drop as he leaned on the counter for support. "But she-I don't know, just all of a sudden I woke up and she was part of the family." Regina felt tears prick at her eyes, touched at his words. "How's Henry?"

Emma scoffed, taking a sip of her coffee. "How do you think? He's devastated. He has no idea what he's gonna do without her." After a beat Emma continued. "Hell, I don't know either."

Charming just looked at his daughter for a moment. "You don't know what Henry's going to do without Regina, or you don't know what YOU'RE going to do without Regina?"

Regina tilted her head at this curious question. She looked over at Emma, who she noticed refused to look up from her coffee mug. Emma bit her bottom lip, tapping her slipper furiously. Regina looked at the down turned face of the savior, trying to make out exactly what was happening here. Was Emma shaking? Finally, with another shrug, the blonde looked up sheepishly at her father. "I don't know. Both."

Regina couldn't tear her eyes away from Emma's face. She had spent a fair amount of her time torturing the savior in the past, but never before was she able to invoke as much pain as Emma appeared to be in now. Had Emma cared about her that much? Was it possible that the savior was really as dedicated to Regina's friendship and finding her happy ending as she had promised? No one in Regina's life had ever been as genuine in their declarations of love and loyalty as they claimed before, not even Robin. But Emma appeared broken in a way she had only seen once before; When Hook had died. Even then, Emma hadn't looked to the bottle to kill the pain of his loss. Seeing Emma now, so forlorn and shattered and desperate had Regina confused to say the least. She didn't know what she would do without Regina? What did she mean by that? She would live on, have Henry all to herself, continue her fantasy life with the pirate. The loss of Regina wouldn't affect any of that. What was it that Emma thought she couldn't do without?

All three were brought out of their private thoughts when Henry quietly made his way down the stairs. He forced a smile as Emma walked up to him. "Hey kid. You sleep at all?"

Henry nodded. "Yeah, a bit. Hey Grandpa," Henry let Charming hug him and accepted his words of comfort.

"Are you sure you're up for fishing today? You don't have to go if you don't want to," Emma said as she squeezed his arm.

Henry shrugged and nodded. "Yeah. I think it would be good to get out of the house and just kind of...chill." Emma smiled weakly and nodded. Henry caught her gaze for a moment. "You should do that too."

Regina watched the exchange curiously, and went to follow as David led Henry out the front door. As the two men walked down the walkway to David's truck, Regina moved to go with them, determined not to leave her son's side. But at the edge of the front porch she was brought to a sudden halt. She tried to step forward, but something was preventing her. She looked down at her feet, an invisible force not allowing her to leave the porch. She took a single step to the left and to the right. No problem there. But any attempt to follow Henry down the walkway was met with resistance. She huffed in frustration, and looked over to see Emma step out onto the porch next to her. Looking down at her feet once more, Regina tried again, this time finally being allowed to step down. Regina smiled and huffed out in approval, briskly walking down toward the truck where Henry had already gotten in. Her full steam ahead came to an abrupt halt as she again was stopped halfway down the walk. She grunted in frustration, as she could do nothing but watch helplessly as David and Henry drove off to go fishing without her. "Henry!" she called. Her arms dropped heavily to her sides as she realized something wasn't allowing her to follow her son.

Regina felt an odd pulling sensation and looked down to her feet. Her feet weren't moving, yet her body-or-soul-or whatever- was being pulled backwards. She turned around and saw Emma moving back into the house, the mayor being pulled along with her. Regina grunted as she was pulled up the stairs and directly through the closed front door. She wobbled to a stop finally, and took a moment to regain her composure. She smoothed down her shirt and slowly walked around the corner to the kitchen. There was Emma, sitting on the very bar stool Regina had previously been perched on. What did this mean? While Emma sipped more on her coffee, Regina tested her boundaries. It seemed Regina could only travel about 30 yards or so in any direction that centered around Emma Swan-Er-Jones. Regina truly couldn't get used to that one. Her suspicions were confirmed when as Emma got up and walked up the stairs, Regina was dragged right along with her. Loud curses and violent gestures did Regina no good, and she finally relented that just walking along with the savior was really all she could do. Regina's soul, it seemed, was somehow bound to the Savior.

Confused and annoyed at the realization of this development, Regina cringed as she was forced to follow Emma into her shared bedroom with Hook, and looked on as Emma pulled the covers up over her still sleeping, half naked husband. Regina's lip curled up unconsciously in disgust. She still had no idea what Emma saw in him. Where Regina had fought tooth and nail for her redemption, Hook merely had to follow Emma around and take credit for heroics he hadn't performed. She was so mused in her thoughts, she didn't realize she had followed Emma into the bathroom until she turned around just as Emma pulled her silk top off, revealing her naked breasts to a very shocked, very close, very red former mayor of Storybrooke.