Regina wakes up to the sound of her phone buzzing on the nightstand. Her clock radio reads 4:00 in the afternoon, which doesn't surprise her in the least. She had a very late night and her head still hurt from all the booze. It was a long night, but a very successful one…

Regina checks the caller ID and it's Henry. She's in no shape to drive him anywhere or to come to his swim practice, but knowing it could be important, she answers.

"Hello?" she says in a scratchy voice.

"Regina?"

"Yes, Henry is that you?"

"Yeah, I was just calling to see if my mom was there."

"No she's not here, she didn't come home last night?"

"No."

"That's very weird. You should try Elsa and Anna's. Elsa was the designated driver and she may have taken Emma home last night."

"Okay."

"Talk to you later."

Regina hangs up. Emma had gone off the radar last night after they sang Happy Birthday to Lacey. She assumed that she had probably taken a taxi or gotten a ride home from Elsa and she just didn't see her the rest of the night. Emma was Henry's mother, not her, and if she had become reckless, she would have to face her own son. She wasn't really paying attention, as she had her own situation and well-being to worry about.

Regina wraps the sheet around herself and looks at the mess on her bedroom floor. Her heels, one of them is broken, lay by the slightly opened door. Her dress and pantyhose lay in a mangled mess leading to the bed and her bra hangs from the bedpost. One of her lamps is knocked over and she still has her jewelry on. A wrapper lays near the side of the bed, confirming everything she had hoped for.

Regina felt very proud of herself. She hasn't had a spontaneous night like that in a long time, in fact, she hasn't had a man in her apartment either. She smiles confidently to herself, so pleased that she still had it. She obviously wasn't looking for anything serious, those long-term relationships had always let her down, but a hook up like this was just what she needed to feel fresh and new again. She wasn't aging into a spinster that took care of other people's children, she was strong and gorgeous woman… enough said.

The thing was as she searched around her mess room was the lack of male clothing scattered in the chaos and confusion of last night. She frowns to herself, but the door was ajar. Maybe the DJ had already gotten dressed and was watching TV or something. However, there was no noise in the apartment.

Regina wraps the sheet tighter around herself as a makeshift dress and weaves through the mess to her bedroom door. She looks out into the hall and there's no sign of life. She searches her bathroom, wondering if he might be taking a shower, which would be a great place to have a re-run, and the sitting room, maybe finding his coat and shoes. Nothing and nobody. She enters the kitchen and sees a cold cup of coffee on the kitchen counter and a note next to it. Holding the sheet awkwardly, Regina reads the note.

Dearest Regina,

I'm sorry, but I didn't want to wake you. I know that this is impersonal, but I had to be on my way. I had a great night last night but I have another gig to manage tonight. Hope to see you again soon, my number is at the bottom.

Graham

Regina sees his number below. Her heart sinks a little bit, disappointed she didn't have the chance to get to know this handsome stranger a bit more. All she could remember was that his name was Graham, he was a full-time DJ and loved to be spontaneous. When Regina had suggested some fun elsewhere, she was wearing Graham's hat at that point and they were both sharing a pint of beer, he had jumped at the chance to follow her home.

She looked at the kitchen table and saw Graham's hat was laying there, most likely left from the night before. She reaches over and puts it on her head and smiles.

…

"Anna get up!" Elsa says. She had just finished her shift at the Arendelle Creamery and her sister was still in bed, even though it was after 4:00 in the afternoon. Elsa's braid was a mess of its own and she was covered in cream and smelled like the dairy section at the local market.

"Five more minutes," the red head mumbles.

"You said that four hours ago," Elsa says, tossing a pillow at her sister.

Anna's head is throbbing and she pulls the blanket over her head, moaning loudly. She's still in her clothes from the night before, despite them being sweaty and disgusting. The only thing she had managed to take off were her shoes. Elsa had placed an aspirin and glass of water next to her bed and a trash can nearby in case she threw up while she was at work.

"Have we learned a lesson about too much of a good thing?" Elsa asks. She was growing tired of her little sister's wild antics. It was time that she grew up and took more responsibility for her life

"Nope," Anna says with a small smile. Her red hair is a rat's nest when she faces Elsa. Her make-up is very smudged and her eyes are bloodshot.

"When will you ever grow up?" Elsa says, rolling her eyes.

"Never," Anna says.

"Shower and get dressed. I'm pretty sure Kris wants you at least kissable by the time he gets home from work."

Anna sticks her tongue out at her sister as Elsa walks down the stairs, Olaf the husky at her heels. She goes down to the kitchen to clean herself up from the sticky syrups and messy cream all over her. She tosses her apron into the washer as she goes.

Lacey sits at the kitchen table, drinking tea to clear her head and settle her stomach. Her tiara is laying next to her and her dress was stained beyond belief.

"How are you feeling?" Elsa asks her as she gets herself a glass of water.

"Like crap," Lacey says. "It's always a let down after your birthday."

"You feel 24?"

Lacey hiccups and drinks some more tea. "I feel like I'm 21 all over again. It's not great, but it's nice to feel young again, even if the feeling is fleeting."

Elsa smiles as she undoes her hair at the sink. Olaf begins to whine at her feet and thumps his tail. Elsa leans down and grabs his water bowl to re-fill it. She also had to remember to feed the animals out back. Besides Sven the reindeer, Kris had a chicken coop, a pond of koi and an enclosure of rabbits, all of which were shivering in the autumn air.

Elsa sits down with her friend. "You're not that old you know," she says and Lacey smiles.

Just then, Elsa's phone rings a pretty tune, she picks it up.

"Hello?" she answers.

"Elsa?" a familiar, young voice asks.

"Yes, Henry is that you?"

"Yes, I was calling to see if my mom was there."

"No… I thought she might've walked home last night or taken a taxi. She left the bar when no one was looking… I was worried but I was more worried about my inebriated sister and Lacey."

"Is Lacey there with you?"

"Yes, she is. I've been trying to text your mom too, asking if she's okay. I called her too, but I'm getting voice mail."

"So am I,"

"That's so unlike her," Elsa says, mostly to herself. "She might be at Ruby's, try her at your own risk, she was the drunkest out of all of the others."

"Okay," Henry says.

"If you can't find her, call me back," Elsa says.

"Sure, bye," Henry says.

Elsa hangs up with a frown on her face. She turns to Lacey.

"That was Henry, he was wondering if Emma was here."

"Speaking of her, what happened to Miss Swan? I lost track of her after karaoke."

"I don't know. I remember driving you, Anna, MeyLing, and Aurora last night… Both Zelena, Ruby and Regina hooked up last night."

"Regina? Really?" Lacey says in surprise.

"I was surprised as well. I was looking for Emma, but Anna was on the verge of starting a fight with the bartender, I knew we had to call it quits then."

"What time was that?"

"Just after 2:30."

"Well, she wasn't as drunk as everyone else, she probably got a taxi home."

"But Henry says he hasn't seen her there all day."

"Maybe she went to Killian's?"

"Maybe,"

Elsa frowns and texts Emma. She waits awhile for a response. She sends a few more messages until Olaf begins barking to go out, distracting her.

…

Ruby snorts awake, wiping the drool from the corner of her mouth. Her dyed locks are a huge mess as her eyes adjust to the light. She has no idea where she is and her stomach suddenly turns and she rushes down the hall to the bathroom. She barely makes it before her stomach empties the booze from last night.

Most of it is a blur, but since she is in a strange house. in panties and a bra, she could tell it was a good night.

When Ruby looks at herself in the mirror, she sees dark circles under her eyes, smudged lipstick, some of which is not her own and a massive knot in her red hair.

She hears a snore and she sees a guy passed out in the bathtub, tattoo sleeves all up and down his arms and Sharpie marker all over his face. Ruby sneaks back into the room from which she came and finds three other individuals in the queen-sized bed. One female and two male. Ruby can't help but smirk at herself. She's never had a foursome before if there was such a thing, but last night must've been epic.

The place is a total wreck. Clothes and condoms are scattered about. Glitter and empty booze bottles lay next to a TV that is showing static and there's a poster of David Bowie taped to the ceiling fan as if he's dancing in circles. There's an empty birdcage by the open window and Ruby was afraid the bird had flown the coop. Several curtains were torn down and there was a busted pillow with feathers everywhere in a corner by an old X-Box system.

One of the males is halfway in the bed and halfway off, he's snoring loudly, his tightie whities hardly covering his posterior. The other male is next to him, his arm dangling over the headboard and he has Sharpie doodles written all over his body. He had lipstick marks all over his neck and chest, as well as a scarf wrapped around his bare ankle. The girl was the only one Ruby could remember the name of, Dorothy. Her dark curls were a matted mess, sprawled out on the only pillow that apparently, she and Ruby had been sharing. She's wrapped in a sheet and looked almost delicate and innocent. Her face was formed into a little frown as if she were concentrating. Ruby found it very cute, almost sexy. The girl was very pretty and Ruby vaguely remembers talking and laughing with the girl. Her face was also smeared with lipstick and Ruby recognizes it as her own. She touches her face for a moment and slowly wipes away the marks.

She then goes searching for her clothing in the disaster area, having to avoid stepping on a whoopee cushion and a rubber chicken while she looked. She found her dress hanging on the back of a desk chair and her phone dangling on the end of a pizza box. She sees she has a few missed calls, most from her grandmother and a few texts, also from her grandmother.

Grandma: Emma's son is calling for you, wants to know where she is.

Ruby pockets her phone and stops to stare at her hook ups for a long moment. She sees an opened Sharpie on the ground near some boxer shorts. Quietly, she creeps over and writes her name and number on Dorothy's arm.

…

MeyLing breathes deeply as she concentrates on her yoga techniques. Breathing in and out, carefully, as to not to strain herself. She checks the time on her phone. It was almost time for her to go to her "ballet" class. She had taken up the sport when she was very young, mostly to gain approval from her parents. She enjoyed the endurance and grace she gained from it and mostly to get her family off her back. When she had gotten a scholarship to the Boston School of Dance, her parents insisted that she take it. She did yoga to loosen her muscles and keep up her flexibility.

She goes into the Downward Dog pose, listening soothing music. This helped her feel in control and less stressed.

Her phone buzzes and she picks it up.

She speaks to her parents in Chinese, telling them she was leaving for a little while. She never missed a rehearsal.

Once she's done on the phone, MeyLing prepares to leave.

She gathers up her skates and hockey equipment. Her 'ballet' was really a cover for what she truly loved to do, hockey. The thrill of skating and crashing into other women in her quest for the puck. She may be at the School of Dance, but she competed on the school's hockey team and was V.I.P. last year. She was hoping to win the title again this year, and maybe team captain the next. She did hate lying to her parents. She used to love ballet a lot but she loved the rougher and tougher things in life.

On her way to the bus, MeyLing's phone rings and Emma's son asks if she's seen her. MeyLing tells her no and suggests trying Zelena or Aurora

…

Zelena's fingers tap on her desk in her office. She's waiting for her next client to arrive and it was getting late. She wanted to get home and open another bottle of wine with the two men she had the privilege of meeting last night. Both were young slackers with nothing better to do today and the red head wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Of course, being a high-powered attorney mean she usually had to work long hours and never have any fun, except for the day before. She couldn't wait to have a re-run of last night's plays.

Both men were extremely sweet and very energetic, something she adored and wanted in all the men she dated. She hadn't had a good night in a long time and to wake up the next morning with two men both with their arms wrapped around her, it made her heart race.

Just then her phone rings. Not her work phone, her personal phone. The number was unfamiliar and Zelena assumed that it was her client calling to either tell her he was on his way or canceling. Zelena was hoping the latter.

"Zelena Jordan, legal attorney, how can I help you?"

Instead, a young boy asks if this is Zelena.

"Yes. It is."

"I'm Henry, Emma's son."

"Oh, that's right Henry. How can I help you, child?"

"Were you with my mom last night at the party?"

"Yes."

"Well, did she come home with you or tell you where she was going?"

"No, I was with… others last night. I didn't see your mother. Your mother is a 'do it herself' kind of woman and it is unlikely that she'd share with me if she was leaving."

"Well, when was the last time you saw her? Can you remember?"

"About one a.m.? Why?"

"Because she hasn't come home all day and she's not answering her phone."

"Oh…" Zelena says, not really sure how to respond to this boy. "Well, I'm sure she'll turn up soon, honey. I mean she is a responsible person, is she not?"

"Yes but not right now I…"

Suddenly the phone beeps, indicating another call.

"I'm sorry Henry, I have an important call coming through. Check with Elsa or Aurora darling, I'm sure she's with them. Nice talking to you."

"But…"

Zelena hangs up and switches her calls. She hears some pleasing news that her client has had to cancel due to his car breaking down and she's free to pack up and leave.

Her heart jumps for joy as she drives home to her two men.

…

Aurora is making an early dinner for herself and her beloved family. Last night was a lot of fun, but she would have to treat the stains on her dress. Her son, Phillip Jr, plays in his high chair, happy to have his mommy back home again. Aurora hums as she cooks the meal, making her husband's favourite as a special treat. Tonight, was his birthday and Aurora had a special night planned that included his favourite meal, leaving their son with a babysitter and going dancing. She planned not to drink tonight, except one glass of champagne in celebration and dance the night away.

She and Phillip had met while they were both taking ballroom dancing classes. Aurora had wanted to try something different and she and Phillip were paired together. They danced together for the rest of the sessions, although not very well, laughing and enjoying each other's company. The doting wife was planning to re-capture that magic tonight.

Just then, her phone rings and she grabs it, putting it on her shoulder as she stirs a pot on the stove.

"Hello?" she says.

"Hi, is this Aurora?"

"Yes,"

"I'm Henry, Emma's son."

"Oh Henry hello, how are you?"

"I'm okay except that I can't find my mom. Do you know where she is?"

"I'm sorry sweetheart I don't"

Henry lets outs out a frustrated sigh on the other end.

"Have you tried Elsa?"

"Yes and Ruby and Zelena and MeyLing, I've tried everyone who was at your party!"

"Have you tried Killian?"

There's a long pause at the other end.

"I'm just thinking that if she was drunk, she might've taken a cab to a place other than home."

There's another long sigh.

Suddenly, young Phillip begins to screech, dumping his milk all over the floor.

"I have to go, Henry, I'm really sorry. Call me back if you can't reach her…"

Aurora goes to tend to her son before going back to the dinner.

Her 'hubby' walks in carrying his briefcase from his finance job and kisses her.

"Something smells good," he says as he goes to kiss his son.

"I hope so, it's your favourite. Happy Birthday, Honey."

"Oh Rora, you're making me blush. You're the sweetest."

"I hope so," she says. "We have a night of dancing and cake to enjoy."

…

The night carries on for all the women from the party, trying to call back their hook-up, trying to get her sister to do her laundry, travelling back to her apartment to clean up, finishing another practice on the ice, opening the second bottle of wine with her beaus and dancing the night away at an elegant dance club.

All the women's cell phones ring almost simultaneously. All of them pick up.

"Hello…?"

A familiar voice comes over the speaker. "… We need your help. Emma's gone missing."