Chapter 2

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"Who are you?", the boy demanded. He looked to be close to Emma's age, maybe a little younger. His brown hair was longer than most coming down to his ears but he was probably just due for a haircut. He was dressed in an old pair of jeans, a red and white checkered button up, and over top was a black pea coat and red and grey striped scarf to protect him from the cold. His brown eyes stayed trained on hers as they both fought to catch their breath.

"I...uh", as if her brain was functioning again, she scrambled to her feet, her attention now behind her where she expected find the wolf stalking towards them. To her surprise, there was nothing but an empty street. "I...wait, who are you?" She made sure to turn the questions back on the kid.

"I'm Henry, Henry Mills", he said extending his hand. It was only then she noticed he was carrying a rather large book. "I don't think I've ever seen you before", he gave her a puzzled look.

"Ya, I uh, just got into town", she hoped that answer would suffice.

"By yourself?", he questioned.

"No", she gave him a look as if to say 'duh'. "With my...brother", she lied. Although if she could get a hold of August to have him come pick her up it wouldn't be a total lie. "He just sent me to pick up some things for breakfast"

"After midnight?", there was no way he would be buying any of that, "None of the stores are even open."

"We're from Boston, like ninety five percent of the stores are open twenty four seven.", Emma replied smugly. That was not a lie. There were nights she would sneak out of the group home just to get a slurpie from the 7/11.

"Well, not in Storybrooke, The Dark Star Pharmacy is the only thing that's open late. That's only til like eight, probably because Mr. Clark can't stop sneezing long enough to lock up", Henry said with a hint of sarcasm, man this kid could talk.

"Whatever", Emma waved him off. Gathering her back pack she tried to walk past Henry only for him to step in front of her. "What?", she huffed.

"You still haven't told me your name", he replied. Like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Seeing that he wasn't going to let her go without an answer she sighed, "It's Emma, now can I go?"

"Free country", he shrugged, moving to the side to let her pass.

"Thank you", she replied with some sass. She took two steps before curiosity got the best of her. "What are you doing out here?", now it was her turn to give the accusatory eyes.

To her surprise he held his ground. What surprised her more was his answer. "I'm running away. When I get to he nearest bis stop, I'm going to buy a ticket to New York"

"What's in New York?", now she was curious.

"None of your business he replied.

Just as she was about to give an equally snarky remark back, she heard footsteps coming up the street.

"Henry!", a man's voice shouted. Emma turned to look at the boy and saw a look of fear. Turning back, she noticed the man looked to be wearing a sheriff uniform. Not even thinking, she took off running. No way was she going back to Boston, not when she was so close.

Henry on the other hand was frozen. He had been caught. It lasted a little longer than he thought, but obviously his mother and noticed his bed was empty and sent Sheriff Graham after him. Knowing there was not point in running, he walked towards the man with his eyes down.

"Henry, your mother is worried sick about you", Graham's accent was even heavier the deeper he breathed. "Come on, let's get you home". Graham clapped a hand on Henry's shoulder and guided him towards his crusier. All the while, Emma was watching from behind a stand of flowers. She felt bad for the kid but it sounded like he had parents that actually cared that he had run away. Unlike her, who still needed to find a place to sleep for the night.

Waiting til the Sheriff had driven out of sight, Emma continued up the street. Turning down an alley she noticed a yellow bug sitting to the side. It's back tires were flat and it looked like it hadn't been washed in years. Thinking it was as good a place as ever, she tried the door. Unsurprisingly it was locked. Looking around she spotted a pile of boxes and trash. On a wim, she dropped her back pack and walked over to see if she could find something to help her jimmy the door open.

As if by a miracle, she found a wire coat hanger. Bending it she went back to the car and slid it between the door. Obviously, her short time on the streets a couple years back had taught her a few things. It took a few tries, and words she probably shouldn't have said, before she managed to get the lock free. Smiling triumphantly, she opened the door, grabbed her bag, and slid in. Throwing her bad into the back seat, she then managed to climb, ungracefully she might add, into the back.

Taking a minute to inspect her shelter for the night, she noticed she rather liked the car. It had a homey feeling to it. It was small, but not too small. Just right for her. Unzipping her bag, she pulled out her baby blanket and wrapped it around her. Curling up on her side, she was finally able to take a breath since watching the bus drive off without her. Closing her eyes, she let herself succumb to the exhaustion, drifting off into a deep slumber. She'd have to figure out what to do for food and how to get a hold of August still, but that was a problem for tomorrow.

Henry, after arriving home to a worried sick mother and enduring her lecture about leaving the house without her, made his way up to his room. Opening his book, he started to turn the pages, looking for one in particular that had been on his mind since he met that girl on the street. There was something about her that seemed so familiar. He had never seen her at school and she said she was from Boston, but still.

Finally, he arrived at the page he was looking for. In the picture, was Snow White and Prince Charming. Their story had not been the typical Disney version and Henry liked that. Instead of a helpless princess, Snow White was strong, courageous, caring, beautiful and hopeful. A bandit on the run from the Evil Queen. She had met the Prince after she tried to steel a a satchel of jewels to barter passage on a ship. He had tracked her down and the rest, as they say, is history.

Henry kept his eyes trained on the image of the fairy tail couple. In this story, Snow White had just given birth to their daughter, and was getting ready to send her off to the wardrobe hat would carry the baby away grok their land before the Evil Queens terrible curse could strike. That baby would one day come back and break the curse.

That was it! That's why the girl had seemed so familiar. Henry had been given the book a few weeks prior by his teacher Miss Blanchard. He had figured out quick that this book was more than just stories. They were true, and everyone in this town was a part of them. He also knew that Miss Blanchard had to be Snow White and his own mother, the mayor, he had discovered...was the Evil Queen.

"Emma", he whispered, "She's the savior." A smile spread across his face as he looked out at the clock tower in the center of town that never moved. Emma had come back and she was going to break the curse.

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