Finding You Always

Thanks For the Memories

Chapter 158: Thanks for the Memories

"Lucy!" Henry called.

"Lucy...you need to slow down!" he called, as he finally caught up to her in the open mouth of the cave.

"I did it..." Lucy said, as she picked up a piece of glass from the dirt.

"Did what? Found glass?" he asked.

"This isn't just any glass! Don't you see? It's a part of my Mom's glass slipper! This proves I'm right about the curse and my Mom! She's Cinderella," Lucy insisted.

"Lucy..." Henry sighed in a chiding manner. But she put the glass in her pocket and continued on.

"Lucy...we need to go back up! It's dangerous down here!" Henry called, as he followed her further into the underground catacombs.

"No...there has to be more! You and my Mom belong together! You're my father," Lucy insisted.

"Lucy stop...I'm not!" he snapped and she looked back at him. He sighed and knelt beside her.

"Look...I'm flattered that you'd want someone like me to be your Dad. But I'm not...I had a daughter. But she died in a fire...with my wife," he confessed. She was about to protest, but he continued.

"They're buried in a cemetery, not far from here. I can show you..." he said.

"No...that's just what the curse is telling you. We're not dead! Just like the curse is telling Great Grandpa David that his wife is dead. But she's not...she's Mary Blanchard..." Lucy insisted.

"Lucy...listen to yourself. Detective Nolan isn't anywhere near old enough to be your great grandfather," he admonished.

"Yes he is! It's in your book! Snow White and Prince Charming...and everyone else didn't age, because of the first curse and then everyone in Storybrooke aged really slowly, because of their chalice," she argued.

"Lucy...the book isn't real!" he cried. She huffed and continued on through the cavern and stopped when she saw a flash of white, draped over a rock

"If the curse isn't real...then how do you explain this!" she cried, as she picked up the soft, white knit blanket and showed him the name embroidered on it in purple. It was a little dirty, but she brushed it off and was certain that Snow could get it cleaned. Henry looked at it in scrutiny, noticing that the purple stitching read the name "Emma".

"This is your mom's blanket! And if it's been taken from her...then something is really wrong," she pleaded.

"Okay...I'll give you that. This is some pretty good evidence...but there has to be some other explanation. Curses and magic aren't real," Henry refuted, as the ground trembled beneath them, cutting off more of Lucy's protests.

"Okay...that's it, we need to get out of here," he insisted. Lucy stuffed the blanket in her bag and allowed herself to be dragged back to the opening they had come down in. Once they were above ground again, Henry started brushing the dirt on her clothes off.

"Promise me you won't go down there again," he insisted. She nodded sadly. He was never going to believe. There was clear evidence right before his eyes, but the curse had really stolen all the hope her parents had. At this point, she knew it was likely that her great grandparents were the only hope.

Later, Henry dropped her off at the Belfry penthouse and then he idly drove back to Hyperion Heights. He parked along the road and waited a few moments, before he got out and went to the cemetery with a handful of Hyacinths. He placed the flowers on the gravestones of late wife, Cynthia Swan and daughter Emily. A fear tears slipped down his cheeks, as he stood there for quite some time.