#jonesoftheunderworld

            Emma found herself laying down on her own bed. It was the Underworld, but that house still felt like a home. She figured what she had planned was a long shot, but she H A D to try. For a while, she laid there unable to lull herself to sleep, but eventually she closed her eyes. She started to think of why she was doing this. The fact that she might see him again, and maybe he could tell her something. Anything to help them. She tossed and turned in the bed for a minute until she settled on a comfortable position. Before she knew it, she was sleeping... dreaming. Her dreams were slow at first. It was the usual sort of dream, you were naked in your high school math class or riding a dinosaur. You can't really control what your subconscious comes up with. But, there was an instant where her subconscious subsided and her lucid dreams began. She could change things, and move freely in this dream. So much so, that it felt like it was real. That is, until she saw him. That meant he was alright, and that he was out there somewhere. In this vault of sorts. His figure became more prominent as she moved closer to him and she could clearly identify him.

                                                                        "Killian."

“Oh, no honey! First lets get all of Hottie Hook’s ‘effects’ in order. First, was Milah, then came Twinkle-toes Tinkerbell, then the baby Swan. You’re talking about a foursome? He better make room for me, haven’t had your world rocked until it’s been rocked by a goddess! All that aside though listeners of the sweet hymns of Gossi-lympus, it’s not really up to Hook is it? He takes too long, all of them lovely ladies will fly the coup faster than he can apply that sultry kohl. But don’t worry Killian, you’ve got me Hook line and sinker.”