Joyce Summers was currently a very happy person. A very active wife and mother of one. She wanted more children, but Hank clearly didn't, so maybe she had to just settle for one. She hadn't told him yet what she wanted.

She looked at the local newspaper earlier and was horrified.

"Did you hear about this?" asked Joyce. "A baby girl was left by her parents on the side of a freeway. When it was less than a day old."

"Woah," Hank said, a little shocked. "Well, is she okay now?"

"The newspaper said she was found by a 7-year old boy," said Joyce. "He then ran off."

"Well, I hope she turns out okay," said Hank.

"I really wish that baby had a home to go to," Joyce said.

"Everyone can hope that happens, Joyce," said Hank. "And hopefully she will."

Joyce then had an idea, maybe a crazy one, but an idea. "Hank, why don't we give her a home."

Hank laughed out loud. Joyce then looked at him. "Oh, you're serious?"

Joyce nodded.

"Joyce, it's hard enough to raise one child," said Hank. "We're not ready for two. And do you know how expensive it is to adopt?"

"Hank, she needs somewhere to live," Joyce said. "I had a friend who was raised in the foster system, and it didn't seem nice at all for her. It looked like it could certainly get chaotic."

Hank sighed. "Okay, I'll think about it. Just recognize that this might not always go well."

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Private investigator Emma Summers was spending her first birthday alone. Only one person had texted her, and that was the only person she ended on good terms with. She ignored it, as usual. She didn't want to draw attention.

Since she left Angel Investigations to start her own service, she didn't end on good terms with any of her friends and family. Her detective work didn't focus on the supernatural as much as it would've usually, as Boston was a relatively demon-free area. She just needed a break from all that. After how it all ended, how can it keep going.

Unlike her sisters, she could live a much more normal life. But it will never feel 'normal' after what she's been through. She only bought a cupcake she was going to eat herself. Just enough for the day, which was mostly a day off from work.

She blew the candle out. She didn't know what to wish for, and why did it matter? She knew enough about magic to know that it never worked. Maybe to not be alone, but it's not like her family would want to see her. And she didn't know if she wanted to see them.

And just then, she heard the bell ring. Weird. She hoped it wasn't a client. Especially because again, Swan Investigations was closed.

She went to the door. She at first didn't see anyone, until she looked down. It was a little boy, probably about 10.

"Um, can I help you?" she asked.

"Are you Emma Summers?" he asked.

"Yeah, and who are you?"

"My name's Henry, I'm your son."

Wait, what? Was there really a boy claiming to be her son? It can't be, can it? As she was thinking, he walked into the apartment.

"Hey, kid," Emma said. "I don't have a son. Have you lost your parents or something?"

"Ten years ago, did you give up a baby for adoption?" he asked. Emma gasped. "That was me."

Emma looked at him. That was a time in her life she never wanted to go back to. So much was going on back then. She had just found out her younger sister was technically only a one year old, as well as see her mother die, all well her sister was fighting a hell-god. And yet people wondered why she made that decision.

"How'd you find me?" she quickly asked. "It was a closed adoption. How could you have found me?"

"You can do a lot with the power of the internet," he said.

"It would take more than that," Emma said. Was the internet really that powerful?

"Well, it didn't."

"Well, why does any of this matter?" she asked. "Why are you here?"

"I'm not sure you're ready to find out," he said.

"Oh trust me, kid, I'm ready for anything. Just try me."

The boy got out a book. "The answer is in here."

Emma looked at what looked to be an old book with the title of 'Once Upon a Time'. She wondered what it could mean. She opened it, and it seemed to just be a bunch of fairy tales, relatively different takes on classic fairy tales, but fairy tales never the less.

"This is just a bunch of fairy tales," Emma said.

"Not exactly," said the boy. "I'll explain on the way."

"The way to where?"

"I want you to come home with me."

"And why would I do that?"

"Someone has to drop me off," the boy said.

"I guess," said Emma. To be fair, she didn't have much on today. "Where's home?"

"Storybrooke, Maine."

"Okay, let's get you home to Storybrooke."

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Emma and the boy were in her car, going on the journey, she had been driving for almost an hour. She wasn't too happy, and she was just wondering what was up and how he found her. All he told her while in the car was that his name was Henry.

"I'm hungry, you wanna stop somewhere?" he asked.

"Sure," said Emma. "If you tell me why you went to find me and what's up with that book."

"Okay," Henry said. "These aren't fairy tales. Every story in this book actually happened."

"You sure?" Emma asked. "They just seem like fairy tales to me." Of course Emma knew anything was possible, but they were still many myths which she knew. A lot of misinformation spread about the supernatural. And fairy tales? Well, Emma would need really good evidence for that.

"You think I'm lying?"

"No," said Emma. "I think someone's simple belief doesn't make it true."

"That's exactly what makes it true."

"Tell that to every world religion that exists," said Emma. "Very few are actually right."

"Well, you should know more than anyone," Henry said.

"Why is that?" asked Emma.

"Because you're in the book," said Henry.

Emma stopped. "Are you sure that's me."

"A baby Emma," said Henry.

"Emma's a very common name," she said.

"Not in here."

"It's probably not me," said Emma. "And as I said, they're probably just fairy tales. You clearly have a problem, kid."

"Well, you're going to fix them."

"I know many people better equipped at fixing these things than me."

"No, you're definitely the one."

Emma parked quickly at a restaurant. "Here we go, here's a diner. Let's just go in, get a sandwich and go."

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"This is a weird diner," Emma commented. "All they have is sandwiches."

"I like it," said someone Emma wasn't talking to. "At least it's nice sandwiches. We've been to worse places."

"I hope Sunnydale has better places than this," Emma said. "Mom, can we go now? I thought we were just stopping for snacks."

"We were," said Emma's mom. "We just got a little caught up. Let's go now."

The three left the diner. "I still don't see why we have to move. Aren't there lots of schools in L.A.? Is there not one that will accept a stupid sister there?"

Buffy looked at her.

"Emma, don't say that stuff about your sister," said her mom.

"I did what I did for a good reason I told you," Buffy said.

"And what was that?" asked Emma. "You blew up a gym! Like literally, what justification could you have for that?"

"I didn't blow it up," Buffy said. Why was she bothering to lie about this? "It could be easily rebuilt. The teacher just overreacted."

"Yeah, right," Emma said. "Oh, Miss Buffy Summers, we forgive you for blowing up a large part of school property. We want to reward you by moving you up seven grades."

"Can you two stop bickering?" said their mom. "We're going to be there soon. Sisters should get along."

"She's not even my sister," said Emma.

"If she's not your sister, then I'm not your mother," she said. "We've talked about this."

Emma sighed and folded her arms and didn't speak for the rest of the trip, aside from saying "Are we there yet?" once.

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Emma got to Storybrooke, and was finally there with Henry. She heard a bit of lightning.

"Look, it's been a long night," Emma said. "And it's almost…" She looked at the clock tower. "8:15?"

"That clock hasn't moved my whole life," Henry said. "Time is frozen here."

"You sure it's not just broken," said Emma. "Struck by lightning or something like in Back to the Future?"

"No," Henry said. "The Evil Queen did it with her curse. She sent everyone from the Enchanted Forest here."

"Hang on, the Evil Queen sent a bunch of fairy tale characters here?" Emma said, confused.

"Yeah, and now they're trapped."

"Frozen in time, stuck in Storybrooke, Maine," Emma said, thinking. "You sure it's not something else? I mean, how do you know, have you done some investigating at your age?"

"I just know," said Henry. "Everything in this town makes sense."

"Well, there are other explanations that don't include fairy tales," Emma said. It's possible this was nothing, and Henry just had a big imagination. But maybe it is a demon making Henry believe all the strange goings on in the town are just because of fairy tales.

Maybe it was worth investigating. But she would need more information from others.

And then she heard a voice. "Henry, what are you doing here?" It was a man with ginger hair and glasses, walking his dog, which looked to be a dalmatian. "Is everything all right?"

"I'm fine, Archie," Henry said.

"Who's this?" asked the man, Archie.

"Emma Summers," she said, getting her hand out as the two started shaking. "I just tried to give him a ride home."

"She's my mom, Archie."

"Who he apparently found," Emma commented.

"Oh, I see."

"You know where he lives?" Emma asked.

"Yeah, sure, just right up on Mifflin Street," Archie explained. "The mayor's house is the biggest one on the block."

"You're the mayor's kid?" Emma said to Henry. Now she knew why he thought this. Emma did not trust a mayor.

"Maybe."

"Where were you today, Henry?" Archie asked. "You mist your session."

"I forgot to tell you, I went on a field trip."

"Henry, what did I tell you about lying?" Archie continued. "Giving into one's dark side never accomplishes anything."

"Technically it's not a lie," Emma corrected. "Just not a traditional field trip. Anyway, I should be getting him home."

"Well, have a good night," Archie said. "You be good, Henry."

"So that's your shrink," Emma said.

"I'm not crazy."

"Didn't say that," Emma said. "Just he doesn't seem cursed to me. Just a regular doctor. Looks like he's just trying to help you."

"He's the one that needs help," Henry insisted. "He doesn't know. None of them do. They don't remember who they are."

Emma thought about what could make someone think this. Again, he might be just a kid with a big imagination, or it might be a demon plot which he just fell for and need an explanation for. Or, and this unlikely, it could all be true. Emma's seen crazier things after all. But a whole new world of fairy tales? She has to be sure it wasn't something else.

"Well, who's he supposed to be?" Emma asked, curiously.

"Jiminy Cricket."

"From Pinocchio?" Emma said. "If you read the original Pinocchio, he was barely a character. Are you talking about the disney movie?"

"As I said, they're not fairytales," Henry said. "They all happened."

Emma sighed. "Let's just get you home." They both got back in the car.

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Emma was in the house, her and Buffy had gotten over their little squabble a bit, but they still weren't getting along. She heard a conversation between Buffy and her mom going into another room.

"You going somewhere?" her mom asked.

"Yeah, I'm going to a club."

"Will there be boys there?"

"No, Mom, it's a nun club," Buffy said, sarcastically.

"Well, I like those," Emma joked. "Always the best."

"Just be careful," said their mom.

"I will."

"You know, I think we can make it work here," their mom continued. "I've got my positive energy flowing. I'm going to get the gallery on its feet. Oh, uh, we might've found a space today."

"That's great," Buffy said, not sounding like she meant it.

"And the schools you two are going to are very nurturing environments, which is just what you girls need," her mom continued.

"Well, until Buffy blows up something again," said Emma.

"I thought we were over that," Buffy said.

"We'll never be."

"Girls, I know it's hard, new town and everything," their mom said, trying to comfort them. "I'm trying to make it work, I'm going to make it work." She got a hold of both the girls' hands. "Buffy, you're a good girl, you just fell in with the wrong crowd. Do remember that, Emma."

"Well, from now on I am only going to hang out with the living," Buffy responded. "I mean, lively people."

"Me too," Emma said. "For what it's worth."

"Okay, you have fun," said their mom.

After her mom had gone, Emma stood up. "Can I come with you?"

"Yeah, I wanna take my 14-year old sister to a club like this," said Buffy.

"Why are you even going after only a day at school?" Emma asked.

"I wanna try some stuff out, you know," Buffy said. "Think it will be good. See you later."

"Well, try not to have too much fun," Emma shouted to her.

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Emma got to the mayor's house. What was she supposed to do? She didn't want to raise a kid, not now, when she's on bad terms with her own family.

"Please don't take me back there," Henry pleaded.

"What am I supposed to do?" asked Emma. "I don't trust mayors, but I can't just leave you on the streets."

"I don't even have parents," Henry said. "Just a mom, and she's evil."

"Maybe it's just your insecurities," Emma said. "It's not easy to find out you're adopted, but it doesn't mean anything."

"It's not that," Henry said. "She only loves me, she only pretends to."

"Look, if you really feel that way," Emma said. "Then I might just look into her."

And just then, a woman in a suit came out shouting his name, followed by a bearded man wearing a black jacket.

"Where have you been?" she asked. "What happened?"

"I found my real mom!" said Henry, angrily, as he went into the house, and stormed up the stairs, presumably to his room.

"You're Henry's birth mother?!"

"Hi," Emma said, a little nervously.

"I'll just go and check on the lad, make sure he's all right," said the man.

When he left, the mayor started talking. "How would you like a glass of the best apple cider you've ever tasted?"

"Got anything stronger?"

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"How did he find me?" Emma asked, which was always a top question.

"No idea," the mayor mom explained. "When I adopted him, he was only three weeks old." That was younger than Emma was, but a mayor would've needed less background checks to get by. "The records were sealed. Was told the birth mother didn't want to have any contact."

"You were told right," Emma confirmed.

"And the father?"

Oh, god. That was someone she didn't want reminding of. Her sister beat him up senselessly and he almost had to go to the hospital. She wasn't in a good place when she met him, but to be fair it's like he put her in prison or something.

"There was one."

"Do I need to be worried about him?"

"Nope, doesn't even know."

"Do I need to be worried about you, Ms. Summers?" the mayor asked.

Maybe. "Absolutely not." She didn't seem like a demon, but Emma has seen pretty good deceptions.

"Madam Mayor, you can relax," the man said, coming down the stairs. "Other than being a tired little boy, Henry's fine."

"Thank you, sheriff."

"I'm sorry he dragged you out of your life," the mayor continued after he left. "Really don't know what's gotten into him."

"Kids having a rough time, it happens," Emma said, knowing too well.

"You have to understand, ever since I became mayor, balancing things has been tricky," the mayor explained. "You have a job, I assume?"

"Yup," Emma said. "Private investigator actually."

"Wow, well can you imagine having another one on top of that?" Actually she can. "That's being a single mom. So I push for order. Am I strict? I suppose. But I do it for his own good. I want Henry to excel in life. You don't think that makes me evil, do you?"

"Did he say that to you out loud?" Emma said, confused. If he had suspicions, why would he just tell her that? Well, to be fair, he's only a kid. He'll learn.

"No, but I know what goes on in his head," the mayor insisted. "Anyway, shouldn't you be getting back?"

Emma wasn't sure. Henry's suspicions were a lot, but it could easily just be a child's imagination. There doesn't seem to be anything suspicious about Henry's adoptive mother who he claimed was the Evil Queen. So maybe he's just making a big deal out of nothing. Who knows? She just decided that she'll go home and think about it. Maybe stay here for at least a night, it's getting late anyway.

She decided to go home. It was probably nothing.

Emma got back in her car, as the door opened, and she was going to leave the town. She then saw the book in her car, probably left there by Henry.

"Now, let's see if there's anything in here," she was about to look, until she saw a wolf in the road, and crashed.

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Emma was sitting in her room, a little bored, why didn't she just follow Buffy to the club? Well, she still could go there, but she didn't know the way or anything. And Buffy was the one who usually snuck out, not her.

It's not like Emma was the golden child. In fact, Buffy was kind of that until about a year ago, until she started sneaking out and skipping school for some reason. Actually maybe the club was just an excuse. After a while, Emma just left to see what was wrong with Buffy.

She headed down to the club. Outside there, she saw Buffy have an argument with a guy.

"Was there a school bulletin? Was it in the newspaper?" Buffy said, angrily. "Is there anyone in this town that doesn't know I'm the slayer?"

"What's a slayer?" Emma said, as Buffy turned round.

"What are you doing here?" asked Buffy. "Did you just sneak out? Because that is hypocritical if you keep telling me off for that?"

"What's going on?" asked the boy. "Is that your sister or something?"

"The one and only," confirmed Emma.

"Never mind," Buffy said. "Xander, just tell me, where would Willow go?"

"You're serious."

"If we don't find her, then there's going to be one more dead body in the morning," Buffy said.

"Another dead body? Buffy, what the hell is going on?" said Emma, seriously wondering what her sister was going on about.

"You get home," Buffy insisted. "I don't want you to be a part of this."

Buffy and the boy, Xander walked off, Buffy probably expecting Emma to walk away, but she of course didn't, she was always going to follow them.

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Emma woke up in what looked like to be a prison cell, and heard a person whistling.

"What are you looking at, sister?" asked a bald man.

"Hey, Leroy, manners, we have a guest," said what looked to be an old mechanic. "So you are Henry's mother? How lovely to have you back in his life."

"Actually, I was just dropping him off," she said.

"Don't blame you, they're all brats, who needs them?" asked the bald man, Leroy.

"Well, I'd give anything for one," said the mechanic. "My wife and I, we tried for many years, but it was not meant to be."

Pretty sad when she hears these things.

"Well, cry me a river," Leroy said, sarcastically.

The sheriff then walked into the room. "Leroy, if I'm going to let you out, you need to behave. Put on a smile and stay out of trouble." He put on a cheeky, clearly fake smile.

"Seriously?" Emma said.

"Regina's drinks, they were stronger than we thought," the sheriff suggested.

"I wasn't drunk, there was a wolf in the road," Emma explained.

"A wolf, right."

Emma then heard Regina walk into the room. "Graham, Henry's run away again. We have to…" Regina then noticed Emma. "What is she doing here? Do you know where he is?"

"Lady, I haven't seen him since I dropped him off at your house," she said. "And I have a pretty good alibi." She held the bars.

"Well, he wasn't in his room this morning."

"Did you try his friends?" Emma asked.

"He doesn't really have any."

"I guess no one likes the mayor's kid," Emma commented.

"What are you suggesting, Miss Summers?" Regina said, angrily.

"Did you check his computer?" Emma questioned, trying to change the subject back. "If he's close to someone he would probably be emailing them."

"And you know this how?"

"I'm a P.I.," Emma said. "I get these kind of cases all the time. What about you guys let me out, and I'll help you find him?"

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Emma, Regina and the sheriff checked Henry's computer and found that he had been using the credit card of his teacher, Mary Margaret Blanchard, so that's who they went to see.

Regina pushed in between all the kids as her and Emma went in.

"Miss Mills, what are you doing here?" asked Mary.

"Where is my son?!"

"Henry? I assumed he was homesick with you," Mary Margaret said, looking like she was honest.

Emma came into the room and stood there.

"Do you think I would be here if he was?" Regina continued. "Did you give him your credit card so he could find her?"

"I'm sorry, who are you?" Mary asked Emma.

"I'm his birth mother," she said quickly.

"Yeah, the one who gave him up for adoption," Regina commented.

Mary reached into her bag. "You don't know anything about this, do you?"

"No, unfortunately not," Mary confirmed. "Clever boy. Should've never given him that book."

"Book, what book?" Regina said. "Why would a book have something to do with this?!"

"It's just some old stories I gave him," Mary insisted. "As you well know, Henry is a special boy. So smart, so creative, and as you might be aware, lonely. He needed it."

"What he needs is a dose of reality," Regina said. Well, sometimes reality is not what you think it is. Emma learned that the hard way. "This was a waste of time." Regina knocked over a few books, and then looked back at Emma. "Have a nice trip back to Boston."

She might've been thinking of it before, but she's definitely not going now. Emma helped Mary pick the books up.

"Sorry to bother you," she said.

"It's okay, I fear this is partially my fault," said Mary.

"I've known enough in life to know that things can surprise you," Emma said. "A book about fairy tales is better to help you with these things than horror movies."

"Well, you're right, stories are a way to deal with our world, a world that doesn't always make sense," Mary said.

"Oh, trust me, I know that."

"Henry hasn't had the easiest life," Mary said.

"Yeah, it doesn't seem like Regina treats him that well," Emma commented.

"It's more than her," said Mary. "He's like any adopted child, he wrestles with that most basic question we all inevitably face. 'Why would anyone give me away'"

Emma did struggle with this question, but after a while just stopped caring. She found out after Henry was born that she could be a demon after a prevention chip of a vampire they knew didn't work on her, but her empathic friend told her she was probably just from a different dimension. And she was apparently left on the side of a freeway. There's no chance of ever finding them. Mary turned to Emma, not looking that happy.

"I am so sorry," she quickly said, showing some remorse. "It's okay, I didn't mean in any way to judge you."

"It's okay," said Emma. "I know this kind of thing."

"I gave the book to Henry so he can have the most important thing anyone can have," Mary continued. "Hope. Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing." Emma knew very well that a happy ending couldn't really be the case. Once something ends, another thing starts. That happy ending never lasts long.

"You know where he is, don't you?" Emma said, working it out.

"You might want to check his castle," Mary suggested.

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Buffy and Xander walked along to a graveyard, with Emma following close behind. Buffy really wanted her to go home, maybe because whatever she's doing she doesn't want to tell their Mom about it. They got to a little place there and the door was open. Buffy and Xander walked through it.

"Well, this is rude," Buffy said to two people with weird, pale faces and fangs. Both wearing weird suits. A ginger girl was standing behind them, looking scared. Emma presumed this was Willow. "It's a little bare, but a dash of paint, a few throw pillows, call it home."

"Who the hell are you?" asked the female one. As she opened her mouth, Emma saw that she had pretty ugly fangs. They both looked like those vampires you saw in the movies. Must be pretty good makeup.

"You mean there's someone in this town who doesn't know who I am already?" Buffy said. "Phew. Having a secret identity in this town's a piece of work." Secret identity, what is she talking about?

"Buffy, we bail now right?" said Xander.

"Yeah, I think we need to go," Emma said, she was starting to get a little scared.

"Well, not yet," said the male vampire-looking guy.

"Okay, what's with the outfit?" Buffy continued. "What's with the outfit? You look like debarge. Well, we can do this the hard way, or actually there's just the hard way."

"That's fine with me," said the female one.

"Are you sure?" Buffy asked. "Now this is not going to be pretty. We're talking violence, strong language, adult content…"

"I can handle that," Emma insisted, before the male one went to attack Buffy, but Buffy easily pushed him back and hit him with a wooden stick. He then disappeared in to dust.

Emma stared in shock.

The female one started to get scared.

"See what happens when you roughouse?" said Buffy. She wasn't playing and it wasn't makeup. These were vampires and her sister was fighting them.

"Well, he was young and stupid," the female vampire insisted.

As Buffy continued to fight what Emma now knew were vampires, Willow and another boy ran out. Xander and Emma closely followed.

"So apparently my sister's a girl with superstrength who fights vampires," remarked Emma as they ran.

"Slays," Xander said, like he was correcting her. "Thought you could know as her sister."

"No," Emma confirmed. "I didn't know anything about this."

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Emma went to the playground after Mary had confirmed that was what she meant. She went back to her car to get the book and give it back to him.

"You left this in my car," Emma told him. She noticed he was looking at the clock. "Still hasn't moved, huh?"

"I was hoping that when I brought you back, things would change here," Henry said. "That the final battle would begin."

"Kid, if you think I'm going to fight the battle, you're looking for the wrong Summers," Emma joked.

"No, it's you," Henry insisted. "You're here because it's your destiny. You're going to bring back the happy endings."

"From what I know in life, endings aren't always that happy," said Emma. "Once it looks like life is going great, something starts up again."

"Don't worry, I know that's not why you gave me up," said Henry. "You wanted to give me my best chance."

"That's right, I did," Emma confirmed. "How did you know that?"

"It's the same reason Snow White gave you away."

"Listen to me, kid," Emma said. "Snow White is not my mother. The two people I share blood with left me on the side of a freeway. Both my real parents are gone. I haven't seen my sisters in years. If you think things are bad now, wait until you become a teenager. Your best chance is not with me."

"Your parents didn't leave you on the side of a freeway," Henry said. "That's just where you came through."

"Came through what?" Emma said. "A portal?"

"The wardrobe," Henry explained. "When you went through the wardrobe, you appeared on the street. Your parents were trying to save you from the curse."

"Possibly," Emma said. "But not in the way you say."

"Why don't you just stay for a week?" Henry asked. "One week and you'll see I'm not crazy."

"I don't think you're crazy," Emma said, truthfully. "You might just have the wrong idea."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not going to tell you," Emma said.

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So, Emma took Henry back to Regina's house. Even if she didn't trust her, she could easily be a demon, what else would she do? Regina opened the door and Henry ran in.

"Thank you," Regina said.

"No problem."

"He seems to have taken quite a shine to you," Regina commented.

"Yeah, that's just funny," Emma said. "Not many people do."

"I hope there's no misunderstanding here," Regina suddenly said.

"I'm sorry?"

"Don't mistake this all as an invitation back into his life," she answered, not too sternly.

Emma tried to speak, but was cut off. "Miss Summers, you made a decision 10 years ago. And in the last decade, you've been doing, well, who knows what you've been doing…" Things no one will ever believe. "I've changed every diaper, soothed every fever, endured every tantrum - you might have given birth to him, but he is my son."

"I wasn't…"

"No, you don't get to speak," she continued. "You don't get to do anything! You gave up that right when you tossed him away." Her voice was getting louder. "Do you know what a closed adoption is? It's what you asked for. You have no legal right to Henry and you're going to be held to that. So I suggest you get in your car and you leave this town, because if you don't, I will destroy you if it is the last thing I do."

"You think threatening me's going to do anything?" Emma said. "You don't know who you're dealing with. I was never trying to take your kid. You've got to get over that."

She angrily left.

"Remember what I said, Miss Summers," Regina said. "This isn't going to end well."

Emma ignored her. As she got in her car, she drove up to a bed and breakfast and requested a room. She looked in there. It didn't seem like the owners had many visitors, as they were quite surprised to see her. She said she was staying there for about a week. While she was there, a suspicious old man with a walking stick said she had a nice name. They said he basically owned the town.

No matter what, this was a weird place. Emma was going to get down to the bottom of it.