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."
(killian jones)











