Chapter 3: Your Worst Nightmare

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She closed the door and was about to shower when she saw something laying on her bed. It was a note. She opened the tiny piece of paper slowly.

ℰℳℳᎯ,
ι ʝυѕт ωαитє∂ тσ ℓєт уσυ киσω вєfσяє уσυ ¢ℓσѕє уσυя єуєѕ αи∂ ∂яєαм αвσυт мє(σf ¢συяѕє) тнαт уσυ ωєяє вєαυтιfυℓ, му ℓσνє. ι нα∂ fυи тσиιgнт, ѕωαи.
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Her heart fluttered. Wait how had he-?
She looked down at the paper and flipped it over.

ᎵᎦ... уєѕ ι вяσкє ιитσ уσυя вє∂яσσм. ∂σи'т fσяgєт, ιм α ριяαтє ѕωαи.

She smirked and shook her head. After showered and slid into her warm bed, Emma couldn't fall asleep. She figured it was a mix of Killian and how he felt and Henry's new girlfriend. Forcing herself to close her eyes, she indeed dreamt indeed dreamt about Killian and that kiss. His "I love-" was broken off by a pounding noise followed with the wall blowing up.

It was Gold on the other side, but he wasn't alone. A swarm of the most evil villains were behind him. Hovering behind him was Pan, Zelena, Cruella, Maleficent, and Ursula.

"You may love her, but I love power. It's time villains get their happy endings." She jolted awake to a horrible pound at her bedroom door. Emma sat up sweating. What the hell was that dream? She jumped at Henry's voice.

"Mom! Hook's here I'm leaving, I'll see you around five or six." Henry opened her bedroom door and looked at her. "How long have you been sleeping? It's already 11," she sat up. Wow, she never slept that late.

"Henry, don't wake her I left a note saying I was going to be sailing with you. Let her sleep mate and let's go," she heard the soothing voice of Hook in the other room.

"Nah it's okay I need to wake up anyways, I have to get to the sheriff's station. David is probably wondering where I am actually," she got up out of bed. "Hey Henry, you and Killian can get going. I need to get ready and head to the station soon," she smiled at him still in her pajamas.

"Okay mom, I love you" he grinned at her.

"I love you too, kid," Emma said as Henry closed the door behind him. She walked over to her closet and slid into skinny jeans, boots, a white shirt, and her red leather jacket. Emma decided to call David, wanting to apologize for sleeping past her alarm. There was no answer. She tried the walkie talkie.

"David?" She asked. No response. David always answered his walkie talkie and phone when he was on the job. She didn't realize, however, how serious the situation would be until she got there. Did David needed help? She rushed out the door grabbing her badge, gun, and keys hoping that nothing bad had happened to her father.

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