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Chapter 3

The next morning, Hanna made her way to Granny's. She and Henry had decided yesterday to meet at the diner before school to talk about how to break the curse, or as Henry referred to it…"Operation Cobra." When she arrived, Henry was waiting for her outside, with that familiar grin on his face. "What are you so happy about?" she asked hoping that maybe there was a big break in their operation.

"Look," said Henry as he pointed to the clock tower, the one that hasn't moved their whole lives and seemed to be forever stuck at 8:15.

Hanna looked up and was surprised at what she saw. The clock had started to move. The hands were no longer frozen at 8:15. According to the clock tower, it was 8:30. Time started again. The curse was weakening. Maybe their plan was going to work after all. Hanna looked down to say something to Henry, but he was already making his way into the diner. "Henry! Wait!" she said as she ran after him. He sat down in one of the booths and she joined him. "Henry! It's working! I think we're doing it. We're breaking the curse. Does this mean Emma decided to stay? She had to, why else would the clock start moving again?" she said practically jumping out of her seat, too excited to sit still.

"She definitely decided to stay," Henry said as he pointed toward the bar. "See!"

Hanna turned around and saw Emma sitting on one of the bar stools. She couldn't believe it. She turned back around to say something to Henry just as Ruby came over to take their order.

"Three hot chocolates with cinnamon," Henry said to the confused waitress. She didn't know what the two kids at the table were going to do with three hot chocolates. "One for each of us, and one for her," he continued, pointing to Emma.

"Coming right up," Ruby told the ten year old.

"How do you even know she likes hot chocolate, let alone with cinnamon," Hanna said as she raised her eyebrows at him.

"Just a guess," Henry said shrugging his shoulders.

The kids continued to talk about their plan until Ruby brought their drinks. Hanna couldn't help but turn around and watch as Emma looked confusingly at the drink in front of her. As Emma turned around to scan the diner, trying to find the culprit behind her unordered drink, Hanna's eyes widened and she quickly turned around. Henry tried to avert his gaze as well, but neither one could suppress the smiles that were creeping up onto their faces.

"Cinnamon, huh? Impressive…how did you know?" Emma said as she sat down in the booth next to Hanna and suspiciously eyed Henry, who was sitting across from them. Hanna looked up at her sister and covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle her giggling.

"We like cinnamon too," Henry laughed.

Emma looked down at Hanna who smiled and shook her head in agreement. The three hot chocolate lovers sat together enjoying their morning treat before Emma finally stood up. "Don't you two have school?" she asked.

"Duh…we're ten." Henry told her.

"Walk us?" Hanna asked as she stood up to put on her book bag.

Emma shrugged her shoulders and followed the kids out of the diner and joined them on their walk to school. The whole way there Henry and Hanna talked to Emma about the curse and "Operation Cobra".

"So everyone in this town is a fairytale character, and they just don't know it?" Emma asked.

"Yes," Hanna and Henry said in unison.

"And that's why we need you," Henry started

"You're the only one who can break the Evil Queen's curse," Hanna continued.

"Because I'm the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming?" she asked eyebrows raised.

"Yes, and right now we have the advantage," Henry started. "My mom doesn't know that. She doesn't know about either of you. I took out the end…the part with you in it," he continued as he handed Emma the pages that showed her as a baby. "See, your mom is Snow White and Hanna is your sister."

Emma just looked at him, eyebrows raised, not knowing what to say. She looked at Hanna who smiled up at her. How was she going to convince these kids that they did not live in a cursed town, that Henry's mom was not the Evil Queen, and she, herself, was not a savior. She didn't know what to say. She thought maybe if she just played along for awhile, they would see for themselves that none of this was real. Emma's thoughts continued to trail on as they walked to the school.

"We gotta go," Henry said as they arrived at Storybrooke Elementary.

"We'll find you later and talk about the plan," Hanna continued.

"We knew you'd believe us," Henry told Emma as both of the children smiled and waved goodbye.

"I never said I did," Emma answered back.

The two ten year olds looked at each other, eyebrows raised, then back to Emma. "Why else would you be here," they both said, shrugging their shoulders, before turning around and running into the school.

I've really got my work cut out for me with those two, Emma thought.

After school, Hanna, Henry, and the rest of their fourth grade class took a trip to the hospital. Miss Blanchard was a volunteer there, and she decided to bring her students and have them put up decorations for the patients. Henry and Hanna helped the other kids for awhile, but soon became aware of a room where there was only a single patient that seemed to be asleep. They decided to go in and find out who the patient was.

"John Doe?" Hanna said, "That's a funny name."

"I wonder who he is," Henry said as he concentrated on the man lying in the bed trying to figure out which fairytale character he might be.

"I don't know," Hanna started, "maybe he…." She was then interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Henry, Hanna," Miss Blanchard started. She had noticed that the two had no longer been helping the class put up decorations and looked around to see where they might be. She spotted them in the coma patient's room. What are they up to now? Henry and Hanna were usually model students, but lately they seemed to be getting themselves into some mischief. Miss Blanchard knew all about their theories regarding the story book she had given Henry. That's all they were focused on these days. She had to continually reprimand them for whispering to each other during her lessons. She thought about separating them, but for some reason she had a soft spot for these kids and didn't want to upset them by taking them away from each other. They were the only friends each other had. "We could really use your help with the decorations," she said with a smile on her face.

"Is Mr. Doe going to be okay, Miss Blanchard?" Hanna asked looking up at her.

"Oh, his name isn't John Doe honey," Miss Blanchard said, "thats just what they call people when they don't know who they are."

"Do you know who he is?"

"Nope."

"What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know. He's been here for as long as I can remember," she told the inquisitive little girl.

Henry was still studying John Doe, trying to figure out who he was. Hanna noticed his eyes become wide for a split second before he looked at Miss Blanchard, "You sure you don't know him?" he asked her with hopeful eyes.

"Of course I'm sure," she told him. "Now come on you two, we shouldn't even be in here," she said as she guided them back to join the rest of the class.

"Okay spill it," Hanna said to Henry as they arrived at the castle. She knew he had figured out who John Doe was, but he had refused to say anything to her until they got there. He didn't want their conversation to be overheard.

"I figured out who John Doe is," he told Hanna as he pulled out the book and turned to the page of Prince Charming.

"John Doe is Prince Charming….my father?"

"Yes, I noticed his scar while you were talking to Miss Blanchard. Look he has one too," Henry said as he pointed to the drawing in his book.

Hanna scooted closer to Henry to better examine the picture. She pushed her hair out of her face and took a good look. Hanna sat back in disbelief. She knew Henry was right. She remembered seeing the scar on John Doe. Not only did she find her mother, but now her father. The only problem was neither of them knew who she was and one of them was in a coma. "What are we going to do Henry? We have to find a way to wake him up," she said as she looked into the eyes of her best friend.

"I already have a plan for that," Henry stated. "You're going to read to him. You're going to wake him up by reminding him of who he is."

"Henry, I don't know….how is he suppose to wake up just by me reading to him?" Hanna asked, doubting his plan.

"It will work. You're his daughter. I know you can get through to him. Please, you have to try."

"How am I suppose to even get in there? They're not just going to let me go into his room and read him a bedtime story."

"Seriously?" Henry raised his eyebrows at her. This girl knew the town like the back of her hand. She spent most of her life wandering the streets avoiding the orphanage as much as she could and she was a pro at sneaking in and out of places. The innocence of only being ten also helped. She had that sweet little girl charm without even trying. It's no wonder she's the daughter of Prince Charming. "Don't act like you can't do it," Henry told her with a smirk.

Hanna sighed and rolled her eyes at him. She knew he was right. She walked the various streets of this town and knew them inside and out. She couldn't count the number of times she had snuck in somewhere without getting caught. She's even swiped an item here and there from the local stores. She tried not to do it too often. She only stole things that she really needed. The orphanage didn't always have everything and the food there wasn't all that great, so she "borrowed" from the very generous, unsuspecting people around town. The only time she did get caught she used that charm and not only got away without getting in trouble, but she made the store owner feel so bad that he ended up letting her take the stuff anyway. "Okay fine, but you have to come with me." she said.

"Uh, that's going to be a problem," Henry started, "after my adventure to Boston and skipping school yesterday I'm kind of on lock down. If I'm not home for dinner my mom is going to have the whole town out looking for me. It would blow our cover. You have to do it alone. I know you can do it!" he told Hanna as he handed her his book.

Hanna made her way into the coma patients room. She had made sure the nurse on duty wasn't around before slipping past her desk. She got lucky actually, there seemed to be no one else on this floor. She pulled a chair over next to his bed and sat down. She felt a little uncomfortable reading a book of fairytales to someone she didn't even know. This was her father and she didn't know him at all. This made her feel sad, she had always wanted a dad who would be there for her no matter what, who would pick her up when she fell, and be a shoulder to cry on when she was upset. She knew she should be relaxed sitting next to her dad reading him a story, but that was not the case. Hanna had no idea what is was like to have parents and she didn't know how to make the uneasy feelings she had go away. She just sighed. She had to do this, she had to wake him up, and she figured that since he was in a coma he probably wouldn't even be able to hear her anyways, but she hoped that he would.

Hanna decided to start with the story of how Snow White and Prince Charming first met, his story…her parents' story. Henry had told her the story, but she had never actually read it herself. From the moment she started reading, she was completely immersed in the tale. Her mom hitting her dad in the face with a rock, him capturing her in a net, them both fighting off the trolls…they were pretty awesome. She was just reaching the end of their story when she felt a light tap on her shoulder that made her jump. She looked up to see her mother staring down at her.

"Hanna. What are you doing?" Mary Margaret asked the young girl, "you're not suppose to be in here."

Hanna just sat there, mouth open, looking up at her. She didn't know what to say. She didn't even know if she could say anything. No words were coming. She had been caught. Her heart began to beat fast. She wasn't even sure that she'd taken a breath since her mind had been brought out of the story book and back into the real world after the light tap on her shoulder. Pull yourself together, Hanna. Say something. Anything…she took a big breath in a willed herself to speak. "Um…I was just reading to him. Henry and I thought it might wake him up. If he heard his story. We found out who he his…he's Prince Charming. And you're Snow White, so he…" Hanna stopped herself and looked down. What am I doing? Why did I just say all of those things. Miss Blanchard is going to think I'm was crazy.

"So, he's my husband then?" Miss Blanchard asked, not really believing that the man lying there was her husband. She just decided to play along with what Hanna was saying, maybe to try and get her to open up to her. She thought maybe that would help Hanna see that none of her and Henry's theories were actually true.

"Uh…yeah. He is," Hanna said, looking up at her in disbelief. She wasn't sure if Miss Blanchard really believed her or not.

"Well, is he enjoying the story?" she asked with a smile.

"I don't know…I don't think he can even hear me," Hanna started to say as an idea popped into her head. "Maybe you should read to him," she said looking up at Mary Margaret, her eyes full of hope. Hanna thought that since Snow White and Prince Charming were true loves, that she might be the only one he would actually be able to hear.

"Uhh…" Mary Margaret started. She didn't know how she felt about reading fairytales to a complete stranger, but the look in that little girl's eyes just melted her heart. Oh, what the heck. "Okay," she said agreeing to the girl's request. She pulled up a chair and Hanna handed her the storybook.

Mary Margaret spent the next hour or so reading the stories to her prince. She, like Hanna, was captivated by the tales. Although this had originally been her book, she couldn't recall ever reading it. These stories were brand new to her. They were definitely different from the fairytales she heard growing up. After a quick glance at her watch, Mary Margaret noticed the time. It was after 9:00. She had been so consumed by the book, she hadn't even noticed how late it had gotten. She closed the book and turned to Hanna, "Okay sweetie, I think that's enough reading for one night. Let's get you…" She looked down at the little girl who was fast asleep. Her head rested on the arm of the chair and her legs were curled up underneath of her. Her dark curls covered her face as she breathed deeply. Mary Margaret smiled as she pushed the girls hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. She got this overwhelming feeling of love for the child that slept in front of her and she wasn't sure why. She had always felt a connection with both Hanna and Henry. They were two of her favorite students. But this felt different. Emma had told her Henry's crazy theory about her being Emma and Hanna's mother, but that was impossible. She had never had a child, she'd never even been pregnant before. She was pretty sure she would have remembered that. Mary Margaret shook her head, pushing the thoughts away and resumed waking the child up. Hanna awoke and quickly asked if it worked.

"No, sweetie. He didn't wake up," she told the sad eyed little girl looking at her. "Maybe we can try again tomorrow," she said not wanting Hanna to feel too bad.

Hanna just nodded and grabbed her book bag. They both turned to get one last look at the man lying in the bed. What they both saw made them gasp.

"Did you seen that?" Hanna exclaimed.

"He just…reached out his hand." Mary Margaret said in disbelief. "He's waking up."

Hanna stayed in the room while Mary Margaret spent the next few minutes trying to find Dr. Whale. She explained to him what they were doing there and more importantly what they saw. According to him, there was no new brain activity on the monitor and he concluded that they both must have been seeing things. Hanna and Mary Margaret knew he was wrong. They knew what they saw, but they left the hospital anyway. It was getting late, and they both had school in the morning. Mary Margaret walked Hanna back to the orphanage and promised to meet her at Granny's the next morning to tell Henry and Emma what had happened.

Hanna and Henry had agreed the day before to meet at Granny's this morning to discuss what happened while Hanna was at the hospital. Henry made sure to tell Emma of their plan and made her promise to meet them there too. Hanna sat in the booth with Henry and Emma telling them everything. She told them about how she read to him, but nothing happened. And about how Miss Blanchard had shown up and how Hanna had talked her into reading the book to him instead. When she got to the part about seeing him reach out his hand Emma just raised her eyebrow indicating that she, like Dr. Whale, didn't believe that his hand actually moved.

"Are you sure?" Emma started. "You could have just been seeing…"

"No it's true," a voice from behind them said. "I saw it. He was waking up." The trio turned around to see Mary Margaret standing there.

"See!" Hanna said to Emma smugly as she lifted her chin.

Mary Margaret continued to tell Emma what they saw the night before. She even managed to convince Emma to go back to the hospital with her. She wanted to try reading to him again before she had to go to work. Of course, the kids followed. When they arrived at the hospital, they saw a sight they had definitely not anticipated. There stood Regina, along with Sheriff Graham and Dr. Whale, but the coma patient was nowhere to be found. He was missing. They were told that the nurse came in this morning to check on him and found his bed empty. After being asked what she was doing there, Regina told them that she was the one who found him all those years ago and was his emergency contact. Emma volunteered to help look for John Doe. Hanna and Henry wanted to help too. Of course, they weren't allowed. Regina left with Henry, deciding she should drive him to the school herself to make sure he actually went. It took a lot of convincing from Mary Margaret to get Hanna to leave, but eventually she agreed to go with her.

That day was one of the longest school days Henry and Hanna had endured. Neither of them wanted to be there, and they couldn't stop worrying about what might have happened to John Doe. Henry was forced by Regina to go home straight after school, and Hanna made her usual rounds around town, hoping to hear some good news. When night began to fall and she hadn't heard anything yet, she had had enough. She was going to get Henry and they were going to find her father. She made her way to Mifflin Street and walked over to where Henry's window waited above her. She took a few pebbles from the ground and began throwing them at his window. Just as she was about to throw another, Henry appeared and opened the window with a grin on his face.

"Come on," Hanna told him, "we're going to go find him ourselves."

Henry climbed out of his window using his make shift rope. He pulled two flashlights out of his book bag, gave one to Hanna, and they made their way into the woods. They happened to run into the small search party just shortly after. Emma and Mary Margaret were not happy to see them and chastised them for being out so late, but there was nothing they could do about it now, so they let them stay. Graham seemed to have found something and was hot on the trail to finding John Doe. After a few more minutes of walking, they came to a stop at the water near the old Toll Bridge. It was Mary Margaret who spotted him lying in the water. The adults ran to him, working together to pull him out. Henry and Hanna stood where they were, scared that the worst might have happened.

"Is he going to be okay?" Henry asked as Emma ran over to the scared children. She grabbed them both and turned them around, preventing them from seeing what was happening.

"Guys, don't look okay. Dont't look," she told the frightened kids as she held onto them. After a few very long seconds, they heard a lot of coughing and big intake of breath.

They both turned around. "She did it. She did it," Hanna said with relief.

"She woke him up!" Henry said at the same time.

"Yeah…she did," Emma said in disbelief.

Hanna and Henry looked at each other and smiled. Their plan was working. Things were changing. They woke up Prince Charming. They were going to find a way to break the curse. They just knew it.