You really think Emma is going to come for you?
Emma?
His eyebrows furrowed. He hadn’t thought of Emma. Or for that matter of his Storybrooke counterpart. Both had vanished into the madness of caring for a newborn and if he recalled anything about the process the haze would clear in... three to four months.
It had felt so natural to contact Roni. Her bar was under new management and her life mostly in Storybrooke now, but something of the easy companionship of the curse remained between them. She wouldn’t ignore a call for help.
She wouldn’t.
Would she?
















