Note: We start with a character musing, as Emma tries to take in all the monumental changes that have taken place over the last day.

The desire to run was nearly overwhelming. In the last 24 hours, Emma's son had eaten an apple turnover poisoned with a sleeping curse; she'd learned his storybook was actual history–her history; she'd fought a dragon who lived under the abandoned library and defeated it with her father's sword; she'd retrieved, and then lost, a vial of True Love magic; she'd saved her son's life with True Love's Kiss; and she'd broken a curse over an entire town.

And yet none of it scared her as much as her parents–literal Snow White and Prince Charming–hugging her, looking at her like she hung the moon, and insisting they talk about what was happening.

On the one hand, it was what she'd dreamed of all her life–finding her parents, learning they loved her, finding out that they hadn't wanted to give her away but had been forced to. On the other…she'd endured 28 years of trauma and loneliness and, well, it was just a lot.

"I just need time," she'd told Mary Margaret–her mother.

It was true; she did need time to process everything, but in the meantime she was itching to run as far and as fast as she could.

Henry stepped up and took her hand, his face screwed up in conflict and worry, and suddenly the world righted itself. She had a lot to work through, but his whole world had just turned around too. Everyone in town was out for his other mother's blood, and even though she'd gaslit him his entire life and even though she was the literal Evil Queen, she'd still been the woman who'd raised him, and he loved her.

Her kid needed her, and as long as her kid needed her, she refused to run, no matter how crazy this insane town got.