As the purple smoke cleared, Emma Swan regained her senses. Her vision cleared and blurred images took forms and color. Slowly the world around her began to make noise again. Sound were quiet at first but became louder as seconds progressed. She could smell the hospital again, yet there was this new odor that she could barely discern, yet it was definitely present. She had no idea how much time had elapsed, or exactly where she was. All she was truly aware of was how tightly she was clinging to her son.

She took in her her surroundings. Nurses were rushing about. Monitor screens were smashed, tables were overturned, and medical utensils were strewn across the floor. Dr. Whale, or whoever he was, was sitting in the corner of the room with his head buried in his hands. The hospital was in a state of absolute chaos.

"What was that?" Henry asked as he pulled out of Emma's grip.

"I don't know kid, but we have got to get out of here." She looked him up and down. He was still wearing a hospital gown, and was attached to multiple machines. She grabbed his folded clothes off of a chair nearby and handed them to him. "Get into these. Get ready as fast as you can kiddo." Emma did not like the look of the hospital and wanted to get out of there as fast as she could.

"Emma!"

Emma turned as she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"What?" she asked as she turned around. Emma identified the speaker as Mother Superior. Emma was puzzled; she knew who Mother Superior was but they had never actually spoken. The woman looked frantic and concerned.

"Emma it is important that you get to safety as quickly as you can."

"Who are you to decide what is important or not? And do you even know what is going on?" Emma asked.

"They call me The Blue Fairy. And yes, I do know what's going on. Magic has come to Storybrooke! I can feel it here. And with it has come danger unlike any of us could imagine. There are certain people here that have regained their powers, and all of us need to be on our guard! Especially you, Miss Swan. You are in danger!"

Emma had never spoken to this woman before, and yet she seemed more concerned with Emma's welfare than Emma herself was.

"Look lady, I'm going to be fine. You really don't need to be worrying about me-"

"Emma! Twenty-eight years ago I promised two people that their baby girl would be protected and saved from the curse. And whether you like it or not my job is not finished until you have broken this curse! People made sacrifices so you could live up to your calling as the Savior, and whether you like it or not, you need to listen to those of us who know what we are talking about when it comes to magic and curses! There are many people here, namely the Queen, who are very angry with you for breaking the curse. She will stop at nothing to destroy the happiness of others, and you Miss Swan have just destroyed all of her hard work. She will come after you! Not only her, every evil being in Storybrooke will be looking for your blood. And guess what Miss Swan? People are not the only danger to you. Magic is unstable here, and no one knows how it will react. Now I suggest you take your son and get to safety!."

Emma was completely caught off guard. "Okay," she whispered. "I understand." With that The Blue Fairy briskly walked out the door.

Emma sunk onto the hospital bed as Henry zipped up his jacket. She didn't know if she could handle everything. She was barely getting used to the idea that every person in this town was a Fairytale character. And now that fact that she was now a target made her head spin. She would have wished that her life was back to normal, but that would have meant that she wouldn't have Henry, and she could never give him up.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Ready to leave or ready to face a whole new world?" Emma muttered.

"Both," Henry said as he offered his hand to his mother. Emma grabbed his fingers and stood. Something about holding her son's hand gave her a sense of security. She led Henry out the door of his hospital room.

It was a madhouse inside the hospital. Patients and hospital staff were running around, which was difficult given the fact that the halls were cluttered with all sorts of objects. Emma heard people yelling for loved ones and friends. Everyone around her seemed panicked and unsure of what to do. Emma attempted to move towards the door, but was shoved out of the way. There were just too many people moving in the same direction. Emma had no idea what to do.

"Miss Swan," a velvety voice purred. Emma looked up into the eyes of Jefferson. He was dressed in hospital garb, which did not suit him in the least. His face was a mask of darkness, hidden by the greedy smile that shaped his lips.

"What do you want?" she said as she glared at him.

"Do you believe me now? Who said that you had magical properties? That's right, me. Who told you that the curse was real. Oh, me again. You really should think about trusting people more often, so you don't look foolish in the end." Jefferson folded his arms in front of his chest, and Emma could tell by his expression that he was mocking her.

"Actually Henry was the first one to tell me about the curse. Guess you are the one who looks foolish now. Look, I've got to get out of here. Stop wasting my time-"

"There is a back door at the end of that hallway," he said, pointing to the right. "Use it. It's the quickest way out."

"How can I trust you? What are your intentions?"

"Let's just say that I'm trying to be helpful," he said with a smirk.

Emma didn't know if she could trust him or not, but she needed to get out of this hospital as fast as she could. She shrugged her shoulders and followed him down the hallway.

The door was in fact a short cut, and Emma was surprised that Jefferson had been truthful. Emma kept her hold on Henry and began to make her way out the door and onto the street.

"Take care of yourself Emma . We wouldn't want anything bad to happen to the Savior," Jefferson whispered. Emma turned and shot him a dirty look. She had no idea what game he was playing, but she knew that she had to be careful.

As they walked down the street, Emma noticed that while there were overturned garbage cans on the road and a few mailboxes knocked down, there wasn't much significant damage. She honestly expected to see more destruction.

Suddenly the ground beneath her began to shake. She grabbed Henry's arm while she tried to keep her balance. Some unnatural force forced the concrete to split in two, leaving a large crevice. Emma fell to the ground, as did Henry. She pulled him close to her and prayed that they would be okay. Screams rang out all around them as the ground continued to shake. She had no idea how long the ground shook, but all she could think about was Henry's safety.

Finally, everything was still. Emma released the breath that she now realized she was holding in. She heard footsteps coming towards her, then suddenly a hand appeared in front of her.

"May I assist you Miss Swan?" Emma reached out and grabbed the hand. The man pulled her too her feet, bringing her up to eye level with him. She recognized him immediately. His eyeglasses were cracked and sitting at an angle on is crooked nose. His red hair was full of dust, and he nervously ran his fingers through it. His left hand clutched an umbrella that now contained multiple holes in it.

"Thank you Archie," she said with a smile. "Sorry you are Jiminy Cricket right? That's what Henry said. Although not much of a cricket if you ask me."

"I am grateful not to be an insect at the moment. I guess, um, Jiminy will have to do." Jiminy turned to Henry. "I must say that I am rather impressed that you figured it out. Oh, and I'm sorry I didn't believe you earlier."

Henry grinned. "You were cursed, its all good."

"Hey Hopper may I have a word really fast?" Jiminy smiled at Emma's use of his previous last name. They walked a few steps away.

"Have you seen them yet?" Emma inquired.

"Your parents?" Emma nodded. "I saw them, yes, but believe me I avoided contact."

"Why? I thought you were their friend," Emma whispered.

"Please, I won't be able to face them for a while." He looked at the ground and shoved his right hand into his pocket. "You know, having your conscience cleared after twenty-eight years is not a pleasant thing. I wronged them Emma. And I can't forgive myself. I wronged you too. I'm the reason you had to live your life without family. I'm so sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Emma was caught off guard. She had no idea what Arch- Jiminy- was talking about. Could he be referencing the wardrobe? Emma knew that August had come with her, but she did not realize that Jiminy had played a part in that. What he was saying didn't make any sense.

"What are you talking about?" Emma questioned. Jiminy froze the second the words escaped her lips. She could tell by his facial expression that he felt that he had said too much. Emma wondered why he seemed scared and eager to end the conversation. As she suspected, he began to spout reasons to leave and places to be.

"What's going on?" she whispered. He openedhis mouth to answer her, but was cut off when suddenly the ground shook again. It wasn't nearly as violent, and it didn't make her fall to the ground once more. Emma knew that this was affects of magic trying to stabilize, just as The Blue Fairy had mentioned. As the ground became still, Jiminy used this opportunity to escape.

"You should get to safety. It's too dangerous out here." Jiminy began to walk away. After a few feet he turned and called out to Emma. "They were at Granny's last time I saw them!" Emma watched as he scurried away, still curious about what the man was so concerned about.

"Henry we better get going." Henry was sitting on the ground, flipping through his book.

"Come on hurry up I don't like being all exposed out here."

"Is that because you are afraid of the Queen?" Henry asked as he slipped the leather bound book into his backpack.

"Let's get one thing strait: I'm not afraid of Regina. I'm just afraid of what she is capable of." Emma took Henry's hand and led him down the road. They turned the corner and Emma stopped dead in her tracks.

She had never seen such destruction. She could not count all of the overturned cars. There was rubble cluttering the street. Gaping holes could be found in most of the buildings. There were giant cracks running through the road. It looked as if a tornado had touched down right in the middle of town. Emma did not recognize the town that she had been patrolling for months. Her eyes swept across the road, looking for Granny's.

Emma could see the diner in the distance. There was a group of people gathered outside of it. Emma froze. There were two people she recognized even from a distance. Two people that she still was not sure if she was ready to officially meet them or not.

"Hey, I think that's them!" Henry turned to Emma with a big smile plastered on his face, only to sense her nervousness. "Are you sure you are ready for this?"

"Ready? Ready for what?"

"Um I don't know, meeting Fairytale characters? The two coolest people in my book? Snow White and Prince Charming? Your parents? Ring a bell?"

Emma just stared at her son. Slowly she nodded. She realized that she was ready. She was done waiting. She had waited twenty-eight years for the moment where she could finally meet her parents. And besides, she already knew them. They were people she cared about. They were people that cared for her. She still wasn't sure how she felt about everything. But she knew that she was ready to start this new part of her life. Emma took a deep breath and smiled at her son.

"Why don't you go say hello? I'll catch up." Henry smiled at her and took off in a run towards his grandparents. She watched from afar as he was pulled into a hug by his grandmother, and then as he threw his arms around his grandfather. Emma could not explain the happiness that it brought her, seeing him interact with his family so easily. She saw them exchange words without any problem in the world, yet Emma had a feeling that her own words would catch in her throat the minute she tried to speak to them. As if on cue, her family turned towards the road, and she could tell they were searching for her. She sa them spot her, and if she was correct, she could see hope and longing written on their faces.

They were all watching her now. She stared at them.

At the man dressed in flannel, who had a posture similar to his daughter. Who's short hair was the same golden blonde color as her locks. Who's sparkling blue eyes could be found on his little girl. The man who had fought off men and beasts alike to protect his family. The man who wept when he placed his daughter in a wardrobe, never knowing if he would see her again. The man who had offered to be separated from his wife for twenty-eight years because it was the right thing to do. The man who had nearly died trying to save his baby from the curse. The man who was her father, Prince Charming.

At the woman with the raven black hair that was cut short, yet was naturally curly like her daughter's. Who's chin, nose, and skin tone was the same as hers. Who's smile was identical to the one worn by her little girl. The woman who sacrificed herself for true love. The woman who had stood up against the Queen and won. The woman who had let her daughter go so that her baby could have her best chance and be protected from the curse. The woman who had sobbed the moment her little girl was taken from her. The woman who had fought in this and that world for the people she loved. The woman who never gave up on her daughter. The woman who had cared for her unlike anyone else had. The woman who had never hurt her and never would. The woman who was her best friend in the entire world. The woman who was her mother, Snow White.

Emma Swan walked to her parents.