, glaring slightly at his ex, causing the Queen to raise her hands up in surrender. “Sorry, sorry. I got carried away.” She tells him sarcastically. She turns back to Emma, “But, anyway, as I said earlier, it’s hard to explain, but it’s possible that I may not have been completely honest with you and your father about certain aspects of me and your father. As I mentioned before, it wasn’t easy for me to be in a relationship.” She admits before continuing, “Not that we ever went out without others watching us but...there are some memories…” She trails off sadly before smiling slightly in remembrance. “Anyway, after a rather traumatic event that took place a few decades ago, my magic became a bit volatile, leading to my powers becoming unstable, hence why the curse was cast…and when it was broken, I ended up in Storybrooke where Zelena took me in. It turned out to be somewhat helpful and eventually I began living my life with her, but I couldn’t forget everything that happened during th

assume they were doing something along those lines, yes. And if what he said about his father being involved is right then maybe this whole situation started a couple of weeks ago.” Snow suggests, staring into space for a moment.“But that could also mean that they only found out about Henry’s powers when he was kidnapped by the dwarves.” Emma states thoughtfully. “Or perhaps, since I came to town, Henry’s abilities have just increased a little over time.” The blonde comments, shaking her head in disbelief.Snow looks down for a moment as she thinks, not really believing anything that Emma has just suggested. Eventually, she speaks again: “We don’t even know if what he’s telling us is correct yet. He might be delusional. Or maybe the whole curse thing is making him see things…” She mumbles to herself whilst scratching the back of her neck anxiously.“What?” Emma asks confused, turning her attention back to Snow.Snow looks up and sighs tiredly; she knows that she can trust Emma enough

We need to call Henry’s parents and make sure that he was okay and if he hasn't called, that probably means that nothing’s wrong.” Emma says, nodding her head. “Now come on, I have a lot to explain to my family.”“Of course. And you know, I would love to talk to your family more as well. Especially Regina. It feels so good to finally meet her after everything that we’ve gone through together.” Snow smiles at the blonde.Emma nods her head, smiling as well as she agrees: “I would love to have you to meet them as well, especially Henry. After everything that you’ve done for him…you deserve some special recognition from his family. I just hope he is okay and that he doesn't hurt himself or somebody else too badly.”“Thank you.” Snow responds, smiling warmly. “And thank you for caring about Henry. It’s very sweet of you.” She tells Emma sincerely.Emma grins lightly, blushing slightly: “Uh…yeah, it’s okay.” She says softly, averting her gaze towards the floor, not wanting to look the brun

Much better than Henry...it’s hard to believe that it only started yesterday.”“Well...sometimes that is life in general. When people live a long time, they tend to forget how young and fragile things really are, especially children,” Hannah chuckles quietly.Emma nods knowingly, trying not to blush at what feels like a very personal comment from Hannah, but unable to ignore her words, anyway: “Yeah, yeah. But Henry is tough. He’ll grow out of it in no time,” she assures the kind doctor.“That’s great to hear. And, hopefully, when Henry has grown out of it, his life will be less stressful. At least, I don’t believe that anything else would change it.”“Thanks...Miss...Hannah,” Snow corrects herself.“Please...call me Hannah,” she insists once more.“Ok, Hannah,” She says simply, “I hope you enjoy whatever business you were going to do today.”“Oh, well… I actually wanted to speak with the little family who is currently living in the building across from yours,” she admits shyly, smili

Goldberg stands in a deserted Kitchen which was dark, as it was run by rats. The smell of rotten food hangs over the place like an old blanket. There is nothing there other than garbage piles in the corner where the sinks are and the walls. No windows let any light in. A couple of lights flicker here and there but they don't work so Goldberg can only make out vague shadows around him from the lack of natural light. He has already gone through every room and finds nothing worth stealing so it must be empty at this hour of the night. He turns to see a wooden box laying on the floor covered in dust, Goldberg kneels while opening up the box. He comes into sight with dusty junk inside. It looks like old furniture or something similar. Some books and some papers are stuffed inside. One of those papers has gold writing on its spine. That's interesting. Goldsmiths used to collect coins, jewelry, and such things as this. But now these kinds of things seem to be everywhere. This