In Storybrooke, Regina sits on the edge of the bed and texts Emma: Wishing you the best. She then texts Gen: Please take good care of her. Earn your pay ;)

Emma responds: Waiting in lobby. Thanks. Later

Gen responds shortly after: I always earn my pay ;)

Regina smiles at the phone. She texts Gen: Be good and show them exactly what you're made of.

Gen responds: I am rarely good. You know that well.

Regina bites her lip and types: I seem to have a few memories of that…

When Mary Margaret enters the room, Regina quickly tucks the phone in her pocket. She smiles at Regina. "Ready for PT?"

"The sooner I can get out of here, the better." She holds her hand out to Mary Margaret who takes her hand and elbow to help Regina balance as she slides off the bed.

Mary Margaret moves Regina's hand to the edge of the bed so Regina can steady herself and goes for the wheelchair.

"Not today," Regina states with conviction. "Progress needs to be made, and Whale's process is too slow. I'm fairly certain at this point that he is holding me back purely for the money. I did recently reject his budget increase, after all."

With a slight smile, Mary Margaret takes Regina's hand and arm again, slowly walking at her side. They move down the hallway at a slow but steady pace, Regina focusing on her breathing and steps.

Walking down the hallway from the other direction, Whale stops just outside the physical therapy suite, staring at Regina. "Someone must be feeling better today."

"I cannot live under your thumb forever, Whale. As much as you would like that."

Whale raises his eyebrow and backs away from the entrance as they approach. "Enjoy your therapy today, Madame Mayor." He stalks past them without another glance.

Mary Margaret glances over her shoulder at him. "He's a peach today."

Regina rolls her eyes. "I have yet to find a reason to respect that man."

"Well he hasn't killed you, and you are making progress."

Regina stops walking and studies her face. She raises her eyebrows and purses her lips. "I suppose." After giving her a light gesture, Mary Margaret assists her into the room.

Pacing in the lobby of the court room, Emma gnaws at her fingernails, glancing at the judge's chamber doors every few seconds.

Gen watches her closely. "Do you expect the door to open because you wish it? There is a strict time slot, Ms. Swan. Respect that and take a seat."

Emma stares at her, finger in her mouth, then huffs and plops down in a chair next to her. "I hate this."

"I am aware."

"Yeah, well, you're used to this crap."

"That I am." Gen keeps her eye on Emma, legs crossed and hands folded in her lap. She glances at her phone, surprised to see the screen blank, then slips it into her briefcase.

Emma pulls out her phone, checking it for nothing in particular and shoves it back in her pocket.

"Silence the device."

"What?"

Gen glances down at her pocket. "Silence the device," she repeats.

Emma follows her eyes. "My phone?"

"That would be a device."

Sucking her teeth, Emma yanks her phone out of her pocket and shows Gen that it is already on silent.

Gen nods and glances at her watch. "Only a few more minutes, Ms. Swan. Are you prepared?"

Emma laughs derisively. "Not in the slightest. Are you?"

"Of course."

"Then that's all that matters."

The door opens, and Emma jumps to her feet.

Gen touches her arm. "Sit, Ms. Swan. The previous appointment is simply departing." She nods to the group leaving the room and closing the door behind them.

Emma releases a sigh that is a mixture of relief and irritation as she plops back down in the chair, slumping.

"Sit up," Gen chastises her.

Emma scoffs. "Alright, Mom. Geez." She makes a grand gesture of sitting up. Her face falls when the elevator dings and off steps the HR team from her work.

Gen glances over her shoulder. She stands to greet the lawyer, Emma watching on with wide eyes.

The door opens again. A secretary steps out and gestures for them to enter the chambers.

Emma waits for Gen to come to her side. Gen touches her shoulder. "I have a great deal of experience, Emma. You are the victim in this situation. Trust me."

Emma stands up and half-smiles at Gen. "I do trust you. For some reason I feel like I should trust you completely."

Gen smiles. "I will do my best not to challenge that trust then. Shall we commence?"

Emma takes a deep breath and nods, letting Gen lead her into the chambers.