Back at the apartment, Emma stares at her phone on the coffee table. She doesn't bother looking up when Henry comes home.
"Hey, Ma," he says, setting down his school bag and dropping in the chair across from her. "You alright?"
"Your mom won't answer or call me back. Won't even send a text."
"She doesn't text much," Henry offers.
Emma looks over at him. "I think she could spare ten seconds and a few key strokes, don't you?"
Henry shrugs. "There's gotta be a good reason."
"Maybe I pushed her too much. Maybe she doesn't really want this relationship. Is it possible she was just appeasing me to stop all the arguing then shoved me on a plane where I can't bug her anymore?"
"No, Ma. That's not it." Henry gets up and sits next to her on the couch. "There is no way Mom would have just pretended to love you. You guys had some serious moments at home. I don't think she could have faked that even if she wanted to."
Emma slumps down further in the cushions and shoves her phone on the floor with her foot.
"That's sure to help," Henry says sarcastically.
Rolling her eyes, Emma nudges him a bit with her shoulder.
He pulls out his phone. "I'll give her a call."
"I don't know if that's a good idea."
Henry furrows his brow. "Why not?"
"If she answers for you but not for me, I'm going to be livid."
Henry stares at his phone then back up at her. "Well, if she answers, I'll hand you the phone, okay?"
Emma nods. "Might as well. Let's see if we can affirm my fears that she still loves you but not me."
"Ma, come on." He calls Regina and puts the phone on speaker. It goes to voicemail. He tries two more times with the same result. "I wonder if she lost her phone."
Emma rolls her eyes. "She has an office phone and a house phone." Suddenly Emma lunges forward and grabs her phone. "I told Gramps to check on her. Maybe he'll know. Let me give him a call."
A few states up in the hospital, David pulls out his ringing phone and presents it to Mary Margaret.
She clenches her eyes and sighs. "Just answer it."
"Emma, hey. How are things?" David asks, trying to sound as cheerful as possible.
"Hey. Did you see Regina today like I asked?"
David stares at Mary Margaret. She throws up her hands. "I can't support this." Turning, she storms out of the room, leaving David to himself.
"No. No, I didn't. I'm sorry. We had some issues at work, and I couldn't make it over."
"Oh. That's… Well, can you go over to her house and check on her or something? I'm not trying to be a nag or anything, but this is just really unlike her and I'm worried. You don't even know if she made it out of the house today. Something could be wrong."
David stares at Regina's still unconscious form in the bed. "I'm sure she's fine, Emma."
"Dad, please."
"She and your mother got in a fight at the airport. I'm pretty sure she doesn't want to see us."
"Geez, can Mom take a damn chill pill already? Wearing me the fuck out."
"I'm sorry."
"Just go by yourself, Dad. She's not going to set you on fire. She may even appreciate the concern. Please, Dad. I need to know that she's okay."
"Emma, I'll do my best. My phone's dying. I may just have to call you tomorrow."
"Dad. Please do this for me."
"I love you. I'll talk to you tomorrow." David ends the call and immediately powers off his phone.
Mary Margaret stands in the doorway with her arms folded over her chest. "You're unbelievable."
David sighs and turns to her. "Mary Margaret, please. I'm just trying to do what's best."
"No, you're really not."
He approaches and reaches out for her, but she pulls back. "Should we just text Emma from her phone?"
Mary Margaret's jaw drops. "You want to impersonate Regina to our daughter? Have you lost your mind?"
He throws up his hands. "I don't know. I'm trying to help."
She shakes her head. "One of us needs to go back to Storybrooke. Grace can't watch Neal forever, and the town needs to be taken care of. Go be sheriff. I'll stay here."
"You don't have to stay."
Mary Margaret glares at him. "I hope you don't mean that. We are not leaving her here completely alone, David. What kind of people would that make us? We are already doing enough damage by lying to Emma and Henry. We'll be lucky if Emma ever forgives us for that alone."
David nods. "I'm sorry. I'll go, but I'll come back with a bag for you tomorrow. Want me to bring Neal just to say hi?"
"That would be nice." She stands on her tiptoes to kiss him and steps out of the doorway. "I'll see you tomorrow."
He tries to hug her, but she refuses the embrace and goes to Regina's bedside instead. He runs his hand over his hair and grits his teeth before turning and exiting the room.
Regina's phone lights up on the table with a text message from Henry: Mom please call. We're worried.
It lights up again with a text message from Emma: I love you. I'll wait up for your call as long as it takes. Hope to hear from you soon. Dont kill my dad when he stops by.
Mary Margaret closes her eyes after reading the texts. A tear rolls down her cheek. "I'm so sorry, Emma."