Three hours had past. Regina was growing tired. She had not had any sleep from the night before. She and Emma had been busy getting “True Love” from inside Maleficent’s dragon form. Well, the blonde did all the work while the mayor managed to get herself gagged and tied up to a chair at the library by Rumplestiltskin. The very same man that taught her all she knew about magic.

When Emma and Regina sought his help the first time around, Rumple, or Mr. Gold, as he was more familiarly known in town, double-crossed the two women by stealing “True Love”. He was no doubt the one to bring magic into Storybrooke and the brunette could bet on her life that he was also the one who rewound time.

The Mayor knew better than to charge up to the Dark One whom had recently regained his powers. Especially since she was unable to use hers. She had searched everywhere for her mother’s spell book. It was the first book that introduced her to the world of magic but it was nowhere to be found.

She tried her best to stifle a yawn. Regina pinched the bridge of her nose and massaged around her eyes. Her eyelids were heavy like leaded doors, slowly closing. There was no use in forcing herself to look for answers in this state.

She sat down on one of her trunks and rest her head on one of the many tomes that she had laid open on a table in front of her.

Just a short nap, she finally relented to her body’s plea to rest. The tired sorceress needed to recharge her energy before she could continue her search for a way to save her son.

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Emma sat on a chair next to Henry, her hand holding on to her son’s hand that did not have any IV drips attached. She barely left the boy’s side since his other mother had left the hospital. She hoped that Regina would find a cure before it was too late. The mayor had mentioned that Henry only had until the morning before he dies. She looked out the window to see the day break.

Time was running short. Henry’s condition remained unchanged. The duty nurse had come in a couple of times during the night to see if there had been any improvements.

Emma contemplated calling Regina to see if she had found anything but she was still very much angry with the woman and also did not want to distract her from finding an antidote to the poison.

The blonde lets go of Henry’s hand and took off her pleather jacket to blanket her body with it. She leaned back into her seat and stretched her legs. She was getting tired staying up all night. She decided to rest her eyes for a while.

She figured if anything changes, she would be able to know since she was right there next to her comatosed son.

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Regina’s cell phone vibrated loudly against the surface of an open book. The brunette woke up suddenly at the sound.

She rubbed her eyes before examining the screen of her phone. Twelve missed calls! How deep was she sleeping?!She looked at the time, 7:30 a.m.

Shit! Regina thought to herself. It had been an hour since Henry was due to have died. She unlocked her phone and called Emma whom had been trying to get hold of her for the past hour.

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“Pick up! Pick up! Pick up!” Emma chanted as she listened to the dial tone.

Right next to her, Doctor Whale and a group of nurses frantically tried to revive Henry.

Emma turned to look at the scene before her. It wasn’t as dramatic as the hospital shows on television but it was very heartbreaking to see. Her son was dying and there was nothing she could do but watch.

Doctor Whale handed the defibrillator pads to a nurse. He had already attempted to restart Henry’s heart to the best of his ability.

“Time of death, 6:43 a.m.” Doctor Whale declared.

Emma dropped her phone to the ground. She ran over to Henry and cradled his head in her arms.

The nurses had already removed all of the medical equipment the boy was attached to the night before.

“I’m really sorry for your lost, Emma.” the attending doctor placed a hand on her shoulders for comfort.

Mother Superior pulled a blanket up to cover Henry’s body up to his neck. Leaving his face exposed.

“I love you, Henry.”

Tears streamed down from Emma’s eyes as she kissed her son one last time.

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“Where is Henry?! Where is my son?!” Regina cried.

“You’re too late. He’s already gone.” Emma told the mayor.

The brunette moved past the blonde to see her son’s body covered all the way to the head in blanket.

The older woman began to sob uncontrollably as Mother Superior peeled down the blanket revealing the boy’s pale, still face.

“No! It’s not supposed to end this way!” Regina threw her body over her son’s corpse and sobbed into his shoulders. His body had already gone cold.

“They wanted to move him to the morgue but I told them to wait until you got here.” Emma informed the brunette.

“Thank you.” Regina said softly, her face still buried in her dead son’s shoulders.

“I’m sorry, Regina. We need to move him to the morgue now.” Mother Superior gently said to the weeping woman.

The brunette kissed her son’s forehead for the last time before stepping away to let the nurses move the body.

“I failed him.” the mayor said quietly to herself.

Emma walked over to the older woman and embraced her. They may have had their differences but one thing they had in common was their love for Henry.

“You did your best.” the blonde reassured her.

“No… I fell asleep while looking for answers.” Regina pushed Emma away her heart heavy with guilt.

The blonde did not know what to do. They lingered in the room in silence.

“Do you need help with the funeral arrangements?” the sheriff finally asked.

“There is no need.” Regina wiped her tears away. “If my suspicion is right, time will rewind itself and I won’t stop until my son wakes up again.”

Emma stared at the mayor like she was crazy.

With her declaration, Regina left the room to head back home. Maybe if she was back in Henry’s room, time will rewind itself to 8:15 p.m. the previous night.

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Regina took her position in Henry’s room. She did the same thing as she did before with determination that the day would repeat itself and that she will have another chance at saving henry, if it was the last thing she did.

She waited for an hour and time had not rewound. She was sure that it would but the time on Henry’s alarm clock had kept moving forward past the time the cars she once saw going backwards. It was starting to sink into her that the day was carrying on.

Regina started to worry. She was confused as to why her son survived this ordeal in one moment and they had a do-over where he didn’t make it. It didn’t make any sense to her. The mayor lost her composure and started crying again. She laid down on her side in Henry’s bed and grabbed his pillow imagining that it was her son.

The mayor had no idea how long she had been in that position crying. She didn’t even hear the blonde entering her house until she walked into their son’s room.

“I figured you may need some company.” Emma offered.

Regina wasn’t used to being exposed and vulnerable. She got up from the bed and composed herself.

“What I need is to be left alone, Miss Swan.” she said to the blonde with her back facing the intruder.

“Sorry… A few of us will be at Granny’s tonight to mourn Henry. You’re welcome to join us.”

“Are you seriously inviting me to mourn my son?”

“He is loved by people in town. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

Regina remained in her spot, not looking at the blonde. Emma lingered in the room. This was the first time she stepped into Henry’s room. She wished that she had the chance to spend time with her son in his room but Regina had always been possessive over her son.

“I’ve never been in his room ever since my first day here.” Emma said, finally. “Is it okay if I stayed here for a while?”

The brunette wiped the tears from her face. She turned to face her son’s biological mother.

“Sure.” The mayor answered curtly before exiting the room. “When you’re done, please see yourself out.” Regina shouted from outside the door.

Emma turned to look at Henry’s possession. The boy had everything any child could want. It was sad that he lived a short life feeling like he didn’t belonged.

The blonde needed one last reminder of her son. After Henry’s funeral, she had decided to move back to Boston. There was nothing left for her there. Even if what Regina said about her parents were true, they are still asleep from the Dark Curse.

She opened Henry’s desk drawer to find his walkie-talkie. The one he used for ‘Operation Cobra’. Emma placed the radio in her back pocket before leaving the mayor’s mansion.

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Regina watched from outside the diner. Many of the townspeople had gathered inside to mourn her son. She couldn’t help but beam with pride at the number of people Henry had touched. Even though people had feared her, they held a soft spot for the ten year old boy.

The brunette mustered some courage as she carried a pan of her special lasagna that she had made from scratch. Cooking had always helped calm her.

She took in a deep breath and turned the knob of the diner’s door. As she stepped in, the scene before her had changed. She was no longer at Granny’s anymore. She was back in Henry’s room. The pan of lasagna she was holding changed into Henry’s pillow.

Time had rewound once again. She turned to look at the clock, 8:15 p.m. and the cell phone in her pocket vibrated.