Emma Ran. She ran as fast as she could but she could feel her heart pounding in her chest against her ribcage, running had always relaxed her, the faster she ran the more relaxed she felt because whatever she was running from...she was getting further and further away from it.
But not this time.
This time she wasn't running away from something, she was running to something...to Henry, or where she hoped Henry would be!
Her breathing grew faster but kept in a steady pace, inhaling and exhaling, inhaling and exhaling, inhaling and exhaling...
as she silently prayed to anyone who could possibly be listening, begging them to let her find her son soon. She didn't want Henry to run away from anything, not like she did...she ran when she became afraid or felt threatened by things, when everything became too much for her but being in Storybrooke with Henry, finding her family and all the curse breaking she had seen and been a part of had made her realise that you cant run from your