A/N: Regina gets into an uncomfortable situation when she's alone near the end of this chapter so proceed with caution. There's a potential trigger warning in that scene about threats from an abuser.

His veins were a grayish black color and his skin was sickly pale. Friar Tuck was void of life, dead on the ground in the woods with two bite marks, as presumed by Robin and confirmed by Emma since she had no other plausible theories. Snakes seemed the logical answer because what else could have caused puncture wounds like that? Vampires? Emma may have believed in fairy tales since Henry convinced her the curse on the town was real, but vampires were another thing to believe in entirely and for Emma, they just couldn't be real.

When she found out her mother was Snow White, she was shocked, but she came around. When she realized Regina was the Evil Queen, she was pissed because at the same time the only version of Regina she knew had also accidentally poisoned their son, but Emma moved past all that. When the Wicked Witch blew into the town with a vengeance, she was a little tired of just how many fairy tale characters actually existed and had all wanted something from someone in town, but she pushed on and did her best to make Storybrooke safe again. Then Elsa showed up and a month later, the movie based on the ice wielding Queen's life hit theaters and Emma just lost it. Fairy tales: fine. They had been real and a part of her life for over a year and it just was what it was at that point. But vampires would shatter what she had left of her barely sane grip on reality.

In all the stories about vampires, Emma hadn't heard about the type of deformation of a body, like what happened to Tuck, after being bitten by a creature of the night. That didn't mean vampires weren't actually real or that what happened to Friar Tuck after bitten by something, didn't happen as a result of a vampire bite. It didn't seem likely, though, and for that, Emma was grateful. Also, what vampire would bite a little above a person's ankles? Thighs, neck, and chest she'd heard of, but between the feet and knees?

The coroner showed up with a man after Emma called and Tuck's body was lifted into it. Thankfully, the town had a morgue, but the morgue and sheriff's station were certainly small town. It worked well enough for the cases the town saw and hopefully it would work well enough for that particular case. Though, there really wasn't much to investigate with snake bites, especially when Friar Tuck wasn't even near the cabin Emma suspected was linked to Regina's recent behavior. It did beg some questions, though. Was there more than one snake responsible for the bites? Why hadn't anyone mentioned there were snakes in the woods? Were there snakes in the woods? Emma had been out there plenty of times and she'd never seen or heard snakes. It was troubling, but nothing about the death or how Regina thought Leopold was back from the dead were concrete.

It had been an hour since she and the others recovered the body and while there really wasn't a need for an autopsy, Emma asked for a sample from the snake bites to run tests on. It took some time, but the results identified poison in the bloodstream. All they had to do was run some lab work on the poison and narrow down what kind of snake they were looking for and then Emma could tell the public to avoid the woods and let them know what snake they needed to run from if they saw it to avoid any more deaths. That kind of lab work would take more time so she had some to kill while she waited for an update. There seemed to be no better, more efficient, way to do that than to read up on spells and dead people for Regina's sake. She didn't have a clue as to how a dead man could no longer be dead and she also knew nothing about King Leopold except that she was related to him, he used to be King, and Regina thought him to be a monster and her mother disagreed.

So that was where she started with her research as she waited for a report on the snakes bites: with Leopold's history.

With such little sleep in her car the previous night parked outside of Regina's place, Emma poured herself her first cup of coffee for the day just before noon. She guzzled down half before she had located a chapter on Leopold in one of the books she'd gathered from the library earlier that morning. She finished her first cup of coffee before she learned anything more about how Leopold White had ascertained the throne at a relatively young age. His father had relinquished the throne on his death bed a week before the man passed away.

It was just after Emma had read about Leopold's coronation and engagement to Eva that she went to grab a second cup of coffee. After a few sips only seconds after she'd made herself comfortable at her desk again, she found out just how quickly information traveled in Storybrooke.

"Emma," Snow called out, a little breathless by the sound of it.

Then there were little sounds Emma recognized as those made by babies. And when Snow walked into her line of sight she saw her baby brother in her mother's arms.

"What's this I hear about a body in the woods," the other woman asked with a hint of panic in her voice.

Emma sighed and ran a hand through her hair just as Snow reached her office door. The dark haired woman leaned against the door frame and hoisted little Neal a tiny bit higher up in her arms.

"Uh, there was a body. In the woods," Emma said as she looked between Snow and the baby.

Snow rolled her eyes.

"I know that. I'd like to know more about what happened. Who was found?"

"You're not the Mayor anymore. It's not your job to know more than the information I release to the public."

"Don't get smart with me," Snow scolded.

"I'm not— I'm just saying that the details aren't relevant. And I don't really know anything yet. The circumstances surrounding Friar Tuck's death are suspicious, but until I know more about the poison—"

"Poison," Snow loudly asked with wide eyes.

A familiar click-clack of heels closed in on Emma's office. The blonde turned and watched Regina approach the vacated side of her office doorway.

"It appears information about the latest crime committed is being shared without the Mayor present," Regina spoke more like her old self. "Care to catch me up, Sheriff?"

Regina momentarily raised her eyebrows at Emma when she looked away from Snow and the baby.

Emma tangled a hand in her hair and scratched her head before she began.

"There's been a murder," Emma informed her.

Regina's eyebrows shot toward her hairline.

"Actually, I think maybe you can help me figure out what exactly happened," Emma added.

"Really? How?"

"Well, you know a bit about poison, right?"

Regina gritted her teeth and her expression immediately darkened, her eyes sharp and angry.

"Miss Swan," she growled. "I already don't like where you seem to be heading with this."

Emma shook her head. "No, no. Sorry, not—I'm not accusing you of anything and I hate bringing any of this up, but I'm looking for your knowledge, not you behind an evil scheme."

Regina sighed.

"You want my knowledge about poison?"

"Yeah. I mean, maybe it's just regular old venom, but that's a poison, right?"

Regina knit her brow.

"Venom?"

"One of the Merry Men was killed by a snake bite. Two bites, actually, but I'm sure just one bite would have been fatal."

Regina blanched and Emma frowned. The blonde cocked her head to the side.

"I take it from your reaction that you have a pretty good idea what kindof snake could do this," Emma said.

Regina slowly nodded, her eyes glazed over and stared at the wall behind Emma with her gaze directed just above Emma's shoulders.

"So what are we looking at," Emma asked. "A rattlesnake? Cobra? Viper?"

Regina's eyes flicked from the wall to Emma and focused.

"You said there were two bite marks," Regina asked.

"Yeah, above both his ankles."

"May I…May I see the body?"

"Uh, yeah. I actually took some pictures before the coroner grabbed him," Emma said and pulled out her phone. She clicked around and flipped through a few things before she settled on an image and turned and held out the phone to the other woman.

Snow stood off to the side of the two of them and bounced and swayed baby Neal in her arms. It seemed to calm him as his eyes started to flutter closed.

Regina looked at a close-up picture of the bites that Emma presented her then flicked through the blonde's gallery to see more photos. The next picture she saw was a wide shot of the body in the grass. After that, there was another close-up, though not as close as the picture of the bite marks, that showed Regina more detail to Friar Tuck's face. When she saw his face, though, she gasped.

"Viper," Regina answered Emma's earlier question. "It's a viper."

Snow's eyes widened.

Emma had no idea what that meant or what the importance of a viper seemed to be to Snow and Regina. "You know anything more than that?"

"It's an Agrabahn viper," Regina continued. "They're from our world. Not the Enchanted Forest, but in a land across the sea from it."

"Okay," Emma slowly said, still not getting it. "So what's with the face?"

"Sidney," Snow said and turned Emma and Regina's attention to her. "Agrabah. That's where he's from, isn't he?"

Snow looked to Regina for confirmation.

"Yes," Regina replied.

"So you think it's him," Emma asked her mother.

"My father was killed by an Agrabahn viper," Snow added as she started to piece everything together in her head. "He disappeared right after my father's death and he was always suspected of killing him."

Snow looked at Regina again.

"But it wasn't him. You framed him," Snow said. "After I was thrown out of the palace and on the run from you, I started to doubt that story spread about the Genie. My father allowed him to stay with us. You were the one that wanted me gone. So it only made sense that you somehow found a way to kill my father to get to me."

Regina mirthlessly laughed and shook her head.

"It wasn't the only reason I had him killed."

"Had him killed," Emma noted.

"Yes, that's right. I had him killed," Regina said to Emma then turned back to Snow. "Sidney really is responsible for your father's death. He's the one that took the snake into your father's chambers while he was asleep and watched the man die. All I did was bring the snake to the palace and suggest I was going to use it to kill myself so I could be free from that life. He offered another way out and said the King should die, not me."

"You were never going to kill yourself," Snow argued.

"I hoped I didn't have to," Regina honestly admitted. "Sidney was good to me. I treated him nicely because that is how he treated me. After some time, I played on his feelings and made it seem like I was in love with him. When I decided to have the snake delivered to me, I had hoped he cared for me enough to save me from using the snake on myself. If he didn't, I would've died, but at least I wouldn't have had to suffer anymore."

"You say that like living with me was so unbearable," Snow almost started to cry.

"Must you always think what I do revolves around you? Yes, it was difficult to live with the person who'd betrayed my trust, which led to Daniel's death, but life with your father wasn't life at all. It was Hell. Of course, not for you. He loved you. He adored you and made you the selfish brat you were. After you two lost your mother, he gave you so much affection and attention. He never felt the same about me. I was just…" Regina trailed off and choked back tears that suddenly threatened to fall. "I was just his wife. I was used to help the kingdom look stable even after such a tragedy."

That was what Regina chose to say instead of what actually made her sick to her stomach after all those years, what haunted her in her nightmares more often than not as of late. No one needed to know all of that. It was her past and her secret, her nightmare and cross to bear.

"So, wait," Emma jumped back into the conversation. Snow and Regina redirected their attention to her. "Sidney knew about the snake. Did he know you set him up to take the fall?"

Regina grinned and laughed before she confessed, "Of course he did. You think all these years later and he still wouldn't have known? Shortly after it was done, he came to tell me he was worried people would figure it out and he suggested we run. I told him everyone already suspected him and he pieced together how I'd made it look that way so no one ever implicated me."

"So he knew you'd set him up," Emma stated it like a fact more than she actually asked a question.

"I believe that's what I just said," Regina answered.

"And no one else knew it was really you except for him?"

"As far as I'm aware," Regina replied. "But I suppose your mother has had her suspicions for a while."

Snow furrowed her brow for a moment as she thought through the reason for Emma's line of questioning until realization graced her features.

"You don't think…" Snow started to ask, but didn't quite finish her sentence as she waited to see her daughter's reaction.

Emma seemed to already know where Snow was going with her question, though, and she just stared at her mother with wide eyes that looked like a definitive answer that said, Yes, that's exactly what I think.

"What," Regina asked as she looked between the two of them. "What are you trying to say?"

"I think…maybe…Sidney had something to do with Tuck's murder," Emma slowly explained.

Regina's eyes widened and her lips parted as her jaw almost went completely slack.

"He could have used the snake to send you a message," Emma added.

Regina took a deep breath and slowly released it in a shuddered out sigh. She clenched and unclenched her fists as she gradually started to bring a hand up to her stomach.

"He wouldn't. He couldn't," Regina insisted.

"Why not? He's got motive," Emma said.

"Because…because he practically worships the ground I walk on. As much as he may have hated what I did, he still tried to be with me. He even made a wish so that he could be tethered to me in some way, but the wish backfired and that's how he ended up in my mirror."

"Maybe being imprisoned in your mirror whether it was his wish or not gave him time to think," Snow supplied.

Regina shook her head.

"But… It just doesn't make sense," Regina continued to argue.

"Actually, it makes a lot of sense," Emma said. "And, you know, maybe he used that candle to cast a spell so you'd have nightmares of Leopold. Then you'd be forced to remember what you did to him."

Regina went from fear and disbelief to intense fury. She fixated fiery eyes on Emma with sharp determination to destroy the blonde, if it was the last thing she did.

"You've been having nightmares," Snow asked, confused as she continued to bounce and sway baby Neal in her arms even though he looked completely dead to the world by then. "Is that why you think you saw him?"

Regina closed her eyes and huffed as she tried to keep her rising anger at bay. She dropped her hand from her stomach and tightly clenched both fists at her sides as she squeezed her eyes shut more firmly to will away the building magic that rose with her anger within her. It flooded inside of her and rushed to the surface while it begged to be unleashed.

Emma cringed when she saw the look on Regina's face.

"Oh, you didn't…you didn't want anyone to know about that, did you," Emma posed her question as a statement with a regretful and apologetic expression.

"For a while there I thought you were actually different," Regina said, "but twice now you've proven to be just like your mother. You open your mouth and you act before you think of the consequences."

"Regina, I'm sorry," Emma said and took a step toward the brunette.

When Emma stepped forward, Regina held up a hand to stop her and then took a step back while she shook her head.

"Save it," Regina spat out and started to leave the station.

"Wait, Regina—"

Emma tried to follow after her, but Regina disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke only a few steps later. Emma's posture immediately crumbled at the same time she heavily sighed.

"Well that could've gone better," Emma mumbled and slumped down in the nearest chair.

"Oh, honey, you didn't mean to hurt her," Snow tried to comfort her.

"Yeah, but somehow I always manage to."

Snow looked at her with big, sympathetic eyes and almost started to say something else when she reached out a hand and tried to place it on top of Emma's on the blonde's knee.

Emma pulled her hand away and stood.

"I need to find Sidney and ask him a few questions," Emma said before she walked right through the space Regina disappeared from and left the building on foot.

Regina appeared in her foyer in the same purple smoke she disappeared in at the station. Her house was quiet, as usual, but as soon as she arrived she felt a chill within her and an odd and unwelcome tingle that trembled down her spine.

"Neat trick," an all too familiar voice said from a short distance behind her.

Regina whirled around on the spot and stared at the man in front of her dining room table with a wide open mouth and apprehension-filled eyes.

"I suppose you learned it before my demise," he asked and slowly started to approach her.

Regina matched his steps. Every time he walked forward, she walked back.

"How is this possible," Regina asked as she looked him over from head to toe and back again. He looked as he did before his funeral and while even magic could do many, many things she was told time and time again that it couldn't bring back the dead.

"I imagine the same way you are able to vanish in the blink of an eye with a simple hand gesture, My Wife."

Regina instantly felt bile rise from her stomach to her throat at the use of a title she never wanted.

"Magic," Leopold continued.

"Magic doesn't bring people back. It can't."

"Maybe not the samemagic as you've been taught," he said as a smug smirk slowly started to appear on his face. "But I assure you, Regina, I am very much real. I do not only exist in your nightmares anymore. I am flesh and bone, once again alive and well, like you and the rest of the people in this town. Although, I suppose you aren't faring well like everyone else lately, are you?"

Regina gulped and realized too late she had backed her way into a corner when her back lightly hit the front door and she was trapped in place as Leopold quickened his pace to close the distance between them fast enough to hinder her escape.

"I also have to admit that I'm not exactly like everyone else these days either," Leopold added as he stared her down, close enough to the brunette by then to watch his breath blow through wisps of her shoulder length hair. "I am not exactly as I once was. With death comes a change I can't even begin to describe. When I first returned, I wasn't ready for destruction. I was only surprised to be back. But it didn't take long before I felt this sense of dissatisfaction. It was as if I had unfinished business to take care of and nothing would feel better than to handle it."

Regina tried her hardest to regain composure, to not look as afraid of him as she felt. She was stronger than she was before, stronger than him. He may have really been back from the dead, but as far as she knew he still didn't have magic. She did.

And yet, she stood frozen in fear with her back against the door. He was the part of her past she thought she'd managed to bury far faster and far better than she'd buried the Evil Queen. Well, he wasn't buried anymore. Not by a long shot. It made her terrified of what exactly that meant in general and what, specifically, that meant for her. She didn't want to be a victim again, but she wasn't entirely sure she could avoid it. Even if he never touched her again, he was already in her head and because of that she still felt covered in him in the worst way a person could feel that way.

"I want to make you a promise," Leopold started to speak again, "and unlike my vows at our wedding, I will keep this promise. I will take everything from you. You stole away my life and denied me the chance to watch my daughter succeed. I've been told of what you did to her, how you made her run from you while you ruled over our people, how you kept her from her love. When I agreed to take you as my wife, I thought you were too innocent and sweet. Pure.

"It is upon my rebirth that I see now you are no different from your mother. You were pure once, but over the years every part of you became as tainted as that heartless whore Cora and you killed me to truly be Queen after acquiring the title through our marriage. Because we both know without me you would have been nothing. So it seems that's all you wanted from our arrangement and once you had it, you made it yours and insured you were seen as more than just my companion. Maybe so you were no longer thought of as my companion. Maybe you wanted them to see you, see that you had power."

Regina finally closed her mouth, but only to swallow down tears as her eyes began to water. She balled her fists at her sides and tried to keep her breathing regulated, though she was on the verge of an emotional break.

"Then it must eat you alive to know you let me in to your life, let me get close to your precious daughter," Regina threw back in his face with a slightly raspy voice. "Well, I bet it would just devastate you to know that even she isn't as pure as you and Eva hoped she would always remain. There's a spot on her heart. A dark spot that speaks to the darkness within her."

Leopold snarled and his hand shot directly up to her neck. He squeezed her throat and growled as he moved in closer so their noses brushed.

"If it is true then it is your fault and you will not get away with it. Stay away from my family, Regina."

His hands were tight around her neck. Her eyes started to bulge from the panic and lack of oxygen while she stuck around to listen to his threat. When he applied even more pressure, his fingers thick and heavy around her airway like lead, she refused to listen to anything else. Even though she hated to give him the small victory of watching her run from him, she decided she wanted to live—even she had to live through pain yet again— more than she wanted to remain trapped as he held her too hatefully and possessively in his murderous grip. She fled in another cloud of her magic.

Her magic dissipated when she stood in the cobweb-riddled basement of the Mills mausoleum and before the final tendrils of purple smoke could fade away above her, Regina gasped and bent at the waist. She reached out and walked toward the nearest surface until she gripped the edge of a stone cubby-hole on a wall lined with cubby-holes, some occupied by trinkets from the Enchanted Forest and others—like the one she clung to as she gasped and coughed repeatedly in an attempt to breathe again—were vacant.

After a couple of minutes, she calmed herself and controlled her breathing then slowly sank to the ground. She rested her back against the wall of cubbies and pulled her knees up to her chest. She placed her hands on her knees and hesitated as she looked up at the ceiling of her vault for a moment before she clawed at her pant legs then took a deep breath with heavy lungs. She released it in a loud cry while she let the tears of anguish and fear from both her past and present roll down her face.

She shuddered against the wall as she cried and tightened and loosened and tightened her grip on her pant legs. So many nights she'd cried in silence or not at all. So many nights, even when she awoke to the sight of a modernized room in Storybrooke, she bolted upright in bed in a cold sweat. There were an abundance of times she hadn't been able to express all that she felt about her situation and by the time she created the town with the help of The Dark Curse, she had pushed down those feelings too much for too long. With Leopold's unholy return, it all welled up within her and then burst out of her.

Emma made it to her car before she realized she had no idea where Sidney lived. So she sat outside the station in her bright yellow Bug and waited until her mother cleared out of the station before she used her resources as sheriff to look into the man's records. Unfortunately for her, a little over five minutes had passed and Snow still hadn't walked out the front doors yet. Emma wondered if her mother knew the same thing she did and knew that if she waited long enough, the blonde would return for the information she needed.

After another few minutes, Emma sighed and let her head fall back against the headrest of her seat. She closed her eyes and sighed and when she opened them again, she leaned forward and started her car. There was one other place that might have the resources, or maybe even some paperwork, on Sidney Glass.

As she started to drive off, she caught a glimpse of her mother in her rear view mirror as the raven-haired woman reluctantly made her way to her station wagon with baby Neal still cradled in her arms. Emma semi-scoffed through her teeth and shook her head as she headed straight for Regina's office and then allowed herself to wonder if and hope that she would see the brunette there. She knew not to expect anything, but Regina had vanished from the station so it was a possibility that instead of going home she went into the office. Regardless of what was going on with the other woman, Emma knew that at some point Regina would go back to work. She wasn't sure that Regina would do it so soon, but she really hoped she had. It might have been the best thing for her given the nightmares and the recent murder. Routine, consistency, moral support. They could all be the key to helping cope with everything.

But, of course, Emma knew Regina well enough to know that no one resisted assistance more than the mayor. Regina wasn't in her office and Anna had thankfully taken the hint the other day and hadn't come in for work either. Town Hall was a little on the quiet side, but it was still wide open to the public even if their Mayor wasn't around. There were council members and other important people, and even the janitorial service, still at work so everything except the Mayor's section of Town Hall was unlocked. All the information Emma needed and could possibly find there, however, was within Regina's closed office.

She really didn't want to invade the brunette's work space—even though she'd broken in to the woman's office once before—because Regina was more on the fragile side than not lately. An invasion of privacy, even at work, seemed like the exact wrong way to go about the other woman's situation. But she needed to talk to Sidney as soon as possible and she'd already committed to ditching the sheriff's station to avoid her mother so she did what she had to.

She picked the lock to Regina's office.

She would be in and out and Regina never had to know. She wasn't going to rifle through anything even remotely personal and everything would be returned to its proper place so it wasn't like she just barged into Regina's home and raided her underwear drawer. At least that was what Emma told herself a second before the lock clicked and she was granted access to the office. She had to convince herself it wasn't a big deal, even if it sort of was, because otherwise she would only take that much longer to track down the number one suspect in a murder investigation. She may have been the head of law enforcement in a town full of fairy tales the outside world had no record of, but a man was still dead. He deserved justice and people needed to be kept safe from his killer. Last she checked, she was also the Savior and that was what a Savior did. They saved people. Factor in the title of Sheriff and it was officially her job, and not just some prophecy, to get done what needed to be done in order to get a murderer off the streets.

She pulled open the office door and the alarm immediately went off in a loud wail. So much for Regina never having to know. She had no idea what the security code was so Emma just entered the office and swiftly made her way to the filing cabinet. Like the criminal she used to be, Emma efficiently flipped through manila folder after manila folder in the cabinet drawers starting from the top drawer to the bottom. Her nimble fingers along with her impressive processing ability—at least, it was impressive when it came to stealing and cop or theft related attention to detail—she managed to land on a file labeled "Swan, Emma". It wasn't what she was really looking for, but she knew the only reason Regina even had a file on her was due to the man she wanted to find.

She pulled out the file and flitted through the photos and tried to find any kind of paper trail that could somehow trace back to Sidney. There was nothing. She sighed out of frustration and dropped the file on top of the cabinet drawer that remained open right in front of her. After a moment, she closed the folder and went to slip it back into its place among the other files when a certain file struck her with a sense of intrigue.

Near the middle of the heap of files in that particular drawer there was a folder labeled "R. PROPERTIES". Out of all the other folders it was the one with the least specific title and bells rang and flags waved in Emma's mind. She wasn't sure what "R. PROPERTIES" meant or if it had anything to do with what she needed to know, but clearly it was something worthy of a curious mind inquiring more information than the file label revealed.

She slipped her own file back into the drawer and picked out the new folder. She opened it and saw several papers stapled together like a single packet of information right on top. She set the folder down, wide open with more inside of it, and grabbed the packet. She flipped through it and noticed they were all addresses. Some addresses were highlighted and others weren't, but a few of the non-highlighted addresses had letters placed next to them in the margin of the paper. There were only two letters used in the margin: M and X. None of it made sense to her so she kept looking and set aside the packet of papers for what else was in the folder.

The next thing she found were pamphlets and brochures of places Emma had seen in passing through the town, but hadn't stuck out too much in her mind. They were all of condos and townhouses that had been recently renovated and some were given new names. One of the places that wasn't a condo or townhouse was the third pamphlet on top of the larger brochures. It was for a building that was one of two recreational centers in town, but according to the pamphlet it was more recently referred to as a physical rehabilitation center.

Emma frowned and furrowed her brow. She scanned over the rest of the pamphlets and brochures again and noticed that all of them were renamed as some kind of rehabilitation center. Emma figured that must have been what the "R" stood for in "R. PROPERTIES".

Regina's remodeling the town to include a variety of rehabilitation options, Emma asked herself.

Just as she was about to abandon the brochures for another few items within the file, which was more paperwork that looked kind of like permits from the glances she caught while still looking at the pamphlets, one of the last places mentioned in a brochure grabbed her attention.

The sign in front of the lot of condos that were sectioned together like a small grid of four decent sized houses read: Storybrooke Transitional Living. Translation: Regina had apparently converted one of the nicer looking condo spaces into a halfway house. That was new and interesting information to Emma. She thought about what that meant and why Regina would approve, or maybe even insist upon, all those changes when Emma heard mumbled conversation and footsteps.

She remembered she'd been in the office for a while with the annoying alarm still screeching about the security breech, so she closed the folder and kept it as she then closed the cabinet drawer. She went to a window and sure enough it happened to be the same window she busted the last time she broke into the office over a year ago. Instead of breaking the glass, though, Emma unlocked the window and slipped through it just before two guys, which she assumed were from the alarm company, walked into the room. In seconds, she was in the clear and ran off with the "R. PROPERTIES" file in her hand. She still needed to find Sidney, but in that moment she needed to find Regina first.

Note: Definitely more Emma and Regina scenes coming up. So sorry if this seems too slow burn for some of you, but I promise they'll get a little bit closer in the next couple of chapters.