Emma Swan

Neal took a breath. was he really ready to get into the details? Did he have a choice? “There’s a hell of a lot more to the story than you realize. But yeah, I’d be mad at me too.” His fingers brushed the back of his neck. “It was never my intention to set you up. I wanted Tallahassee, I wanted us. But things got complicated.”

Neal paused for a moment, both in speech and his footing. “Wait a second. You were in jail for eleven months. Something about this isn’t adding up.” He didn’t think it was possible, maybe he was overanalyzing the whole thing, yet he knew Emma. At least, he did. And her wording, something felt off. “I could be wrong about this, but I need to know something. Because I get why you’d lie. Is he our son?”

Neal nodded at her response, still taking in the information. He didn’t blame Emma for moving on, as he was currently engaged to Tamara. Just looking at her, however, reminded him of their time together. But its been ten years. Things change. Were their feelings included? Maybe. “Curious, I guess. Plus, it would help to know how old the kid is while looking for him. It sounds like the father is out of the picture. But that’s none of my business.”

Neal paused for a moment, taking in her clarification, though he figured as much. He wasn’t sure if Emma felt anything from their moment of contact, but just taking hold of her hand seemed to bring to light some remaining feelings, the impact hitting harder than he wanted to admit. “Yeah, well, if magic brought us here, that’s about the only explanation I need. But you have a son? The very least I can do is help you look for him before we figure out how to get back home.” It shouldn’t surprise him if she moved on, yet something didn’t settle right and honestly, he couldn’t help himself from asking the next questions. The words sort of just tumbled out. “So, how old is he?”

Neal wasn’t sure what happened. He was on his way back to his apartment when all the sudden purple smoke surrounded him. He opened his eyes to find trees instead of the familiar backdrop of New York. Magic. It had to be. Although the Enchanted Forest looked very different from the last time he was around, Neal very much knew that’s where he was. With probably no hope in getting back to Tamara anytime soon, he decided to venture further into the woods.

A familiar voice sounded like an echo. Ten years and yet, he’d know it anywhere. Neal started to run in direction he believed her to be, banging into someone after a quick turn was made. “Emma?” The question came, but there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. He stood up, also sent to the ground from their collision, offering his hand to help her up – unsure if she’d take it. “Yeah,” he breathed, getting a better look at the blonde “I don’t suppose you know how we got here? Oh, and who’s Henry?”

As the purple smoke faded and her eyes settled to the new land surrounding, She found herself alone in a land she had never been in before. “Oh, great..” She sighed and began screaming the name of her son in hopes to be reunited with him. She ran through the forest and it felt the forest went on for miles. "Henry! Henry! Where are--” As she ran through the forest shouting Henry’s name, she collided into a stranger and fell to the ground. “I’m sorry. Are you o-- N--Neal?”

Good looking? I mean, I guess... but he’s not my type. I’m not really into the type of men who like to hurt people to get what they want. He’s all yours if you don’t mind a pirate chained to a bed.

Cora is... a piece of work. Regina has her own set of issues but I think a lot of that stems from how her mother treated her. When a parent treats their children in a way that’s not centered around love, often times the child grows up to be very similar. I’ve seen it in all the cases I’ve worked in Boston, so it makes sense that Cora and Regina have that going for them as well.

And that’s why I think Regina is more dangerous than Cora. She has a lot of anger towards everyone and I think a good junk of that comes from Cora. She can’t seem to control her anger and magic. That’s dangerous.

Probably the most terrifying thing of my life, honestly. I'm still wrapping my mind around the fact that Mary Margaret and David are my parents and we're the same age... so I doubt I'll ever explain all of that to Henry. That's not how I want to have such a conversation with my kid, thanks.

It’s only a bit of harmless flirting, love. And what’s wrong with me informing you of your radiance? It’s the truth. You’re a good-looking lass.

I came up here to find the compass to get home and back to my son. I’m not here to listen to you flirt with me, alright? I have more important things to worry about. Maybe you’re trying to distract me with all your flirting comments, so... save it, alright? I’m not interested.

They had just made it back to their home after a heist. That is, if an abandoned house in a failed community was a home… and Emma looked over at her friend— at the boy she loved. “What’s wrong?” Was he looking at her? She didn’t know but they made eye contact regardless.

Are you sure about that, love? I, for one, certainly find you very radiant, even when you're scowling at me.

I mean, I was afraid that I’d slip and fall, but focusing on getting home and back to my son got me through it.

Are you serious? Maybe to some people he is but I’m not even thinking about that right now.