In the office building hallway, Emma holds her stomach and stares blankly, her mouth hanging open. Mary Margaret's voice rings through the phone.

Gen carefully picks up the phone and ends the call. "Ms. Swan?"

Emma doesn't move or make a sound.

Gen lays a hand on Emma's shoulder, causing Emma to jump as if she had forgotten anyone was around. "Ms. Swan. What are you in need of right now?"

Emma stares at Gen, tears starting to streak down her face. "I- I put her into a coma. With my own hands. I put the woman I love in a fucking coma." Emma stares at her hands. "What kind of person does that make me?"

"To clarify, Regina is in a coma?"

Emma nods.

Gen takes a deep breath. "Let's get your son and go there now."

Emma furrows her brow as she looks over Gen. "Let's? As in us?" When Gen nods, Emma throws up her hands. "You know what, I'm tired of your games. What is going on between you two?"

"I assure you nothing is going on between Regina and I."

"Then why do you want to come so bad?"

Gen puts her hand on Emma's shoulder and waits for Emma to look her in the eye. "I need to make something very clear, Ms. Swan. Regina spoke to me about what happened. You threw your girlfriend into a wall, and she is now in a coma."

"Yes, I am unfortunately extremely aware."

"Ms. Swan, I don't think you understand. You will be needing representation."

Emma's face falls as the realization that she would be facing potential legal action sets in. She drops her head in her hands and stumbles back into the wall, sobbing. "How could I do this to her? She was only trying to help me, and I- I attacked her. She'll never forgive me for this."

"I think the concern is you forgiving yourself," Gen replies gently.

Dropping her hands, Emma pushes off the wall. "Forgive myself? Are you joking? Do you understand what I've done? I've put her life in jeopardy all because I couldn't get over some stupid advances from some skank."

Gen puts up a hand to silence Emma. "I do not suggest downplaying your incident at this time. That will only makes things much worse on your psyche and on the case I will be building in your defense."

"In my defense. I'm a fucking criminal." Emma shakes her head. She notices her phone in Gen's hand and snatches it. "I have to call Henry."

Gen places her hand over the phone. "Can I suggest you go to his class to tell him in person then we take a flight to Maine?"

Emma groans. "Plane tickets. That could take forever."

"We'll take my jet," Gen says, leading Emma from the office.

"You have a jet? Maybe I couldn't afford your fees."

"We will worry about that later. Let's go to your son." She holds the door open for Emma to step out onto the street.

Emma peeks through the small glass window on the door at the class mid-lecture. "He still has like thirty minutes in there," she says over her shoulder to Gen.

Gen stands with her briefcase in front of her in both hands. "The professor will understand the interruption, Ms. Swan. Simply open the door and speak with the professor to excuse Henry from class."

Emma steps back from the door. "We can just wait for class to end."

"Would you not prefer to get to Regina as soon as possible?"

Emma spins around and glares at her. "Of course I would."

Gen cocks her head. "Then what are you so afraid of?"

"I don't want to tell Henry. And going there, seeing her in the bed, will make everything so real. I don't think I've really grasped what's happening."

"That is not abnormal, Ms. Swan."

Emma clenches her eyes shut. "Please call me, Emma. Regina called me Miss Swan for years and any time she wanted to jab at me, so I really can't have you saying something so similar with the way you talk."

"Very well, Emma. Go speak to the professor."

Emma nods and turns around. She holds her hand on the handle, but it suddenly opens, the professor standing before her.

"Is there something I can do for you ladies?" He asks, frustration evident in his tone.

"I need to speak with Henry Swan-Mills, please." Emma says, trying to sound like she isn't torn to pieces inside.

He shakes his head. "This is a class. I do not need interruptions in my class. Please wait until after." He starts closing the door.

Emma throws out a hand. "I need to see my son. There was an accident, sir."

He studies her for a moment then nods. Walking back to the center of the stage, he waves to Henry who quickly gets up and meanders through the other students to rush down the steps. Once in the hall, the professor closes the door heavily behind him.

Henry looks between them. "What's going on?"

Emma grabs his arm. "Henry, we have to go back to Maine today."

"Why?"

"Something happened."

Henry's eyes widen. "What happened? To Mom? Is it Mom? Is that why she wasn't answering? What happened?" Henry shakes Emma. "Tell me!"

Tears start streaming down her face, and she throws her arms around Henry. "Your Mom's in a coma, Henry."

"What?" he barely squeaks out before slowly closing her arms around Emma as well. His own tears start forming.

"I'm so sorry, Henry. I promise I didn't mean to do this."

He pushes back from Emma. "Ma, I'm having a really hard time not blaming you, and if you start blaming yourself, then I'm going to as well." His tears fall down his cheeks. "But I can't do that. I can't blame you because I need you."

Emma pulls him back tightly. "I need you too."