Author Note: I ultimately decided to post another chapter of this after logging in and reading a couple of reviews. I'll try to keep up finishing this, but I am a graduate student so please be patient with me! I'm sorry this is short and admittedly may not be my best, I'm getting back into a groove for writing as I haven't in quite a long time! I hope you like it and I hope it keeps your interest. As long as there is interest I'll keep adding!

Emma

"It's you," Emma exclaimed. The raven-haired girl nodded vigorously. She stumbled onto her feet in an awkward fashion. It looked silly, really, this petite girl thrashing around the cloth, but Emma didn't think much of it. She quickly went to the girl's side and helped her to her feet.

The cloth slipped down the other girl's body, Emma flushed a dark pink and covered her face.

"Why don't you have any clothes?" Emma slyly peeked out at the girl through spaced-out fingers. She looked confused and glanced down at her body while her expression shifted to what Emma could only compare as wonder. Her dark hair fell over her face, shielding those brown eyes. She poked at her legs, pinched at the skin. The girl then looked up to Emma and opened her mouth. But no words came out.

Emma frowned. If this girl can't speak then she can't be the one. But she looked just like the girl she remembered?

"What is it?" Emma questioned, the hopeful feeling in her stomach quickly fading. The girl shook her head and grabbed her throat, her face falling. She can't speak. Disappointed, Emma helped wrap the girl back up in the cloth. "Why don't I help you get some clothes. Come with me."

The girl stumbled on her feet, Emma tried her best to help guide her. Even if she wasn't the girl who rescued her, there was something peculiar about her. She smelled heavily of saltwater and by the way she barely walked, if Emma didn't know any better she would have thought… well… Emma did know better.

"This is my home," Emma smiled, the girl walking easier now that Emma could let her go. She gestured to the large castle. The girl looked around amazed, and Emma exhaled an airy laugh. "It's not as great as it looks, trust me."

Emma brought the girl through a side door by the kitchens. She walked her up the spiral stairs that lead out to the corridor near her bedroom. Every step the dark hair flipped in a new direction, taking it all in.

"This is my room, um." What was she going to call her? She didn't even know her name… "What is your name?"

The girl looked hesitant and touched her throat again. She looked around the room unsure.

"You know, my gut feeling says you look like a Regina," Emma laughed. The girl put her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide. "Wait, is that actually your name?"

The girl nodded quickly.

"Regina," Emma exhaled. "That's so strange. Must be magic."

Regina looked puzzled.

"Oh, well, it's a long story. I'll tell you about it if we don't find where you came from first, but I guess we should probably find your parents."

Emma turned to her closet and shifted through fabrics before settling on a simple light blue gown. It wasn't incredibly eye-catching, that wasn't really Emma's style, but it looked like it would fit Regina.

"Here," Emma handed the dress over. Regina took it hesitantly, she looked at it before dropping the cloth from around her. Emma turned away again quickly, rubbing the back of her neck as her ears went hot. What a strange girl.

Regina struggled with the dress, her limbs moving awkwardly as she tried to fit it over her head. Emma, peeking again, noticed the trouble and took a deep breath. She approached and took part of the fabric in hand. She unlaced the strings in the back and helped Regina slide the fabric over, she helped guide her arms into the sleeves and gestured her to turn around. Emma laced up the back.

Regina did look gorgeous in the blue. Emma caught herself admiring the stranger. But were they really strangers anymore? Something told Emma that there was something different about her, something drawing her in. But the nagging voice in the back of her head still questioned her inability to speak.

Maybe something happened to her that damaged her voice, maybe it really is her?