Emma Swan

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(Emma arrives home to her apartment. She opens a box with a cupcake inside. She puts a single, star-shaped candle on top and lights it. She leans on the counter and stares at it.)

Emma: Another banner year.

(She closes her eyes, makes a wish, and blows out the candle. The doorbell rings. She answers the door, only to find the boy from the bus.)

Emma: Uh? Can I help you guys?

Henry: Are you Emma Swan?

Emma: Yeah. Who are you?

Henry: My name's Henry. I'm your son.

Emma: and who might you be?

Celestia: I'm Celestia, henrys adoptive sister

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(Henry pushes past Emma into the apartment.)

Emma: Whoa! Hey, kid! Kid! Kid! I don't have a son! Where are your parents?

Henry: Ten years ago. Did you give up a baby for adoption? That was me.

Emma: ...Give me a minute.

(Emma goes into the bathroom to compose herself. Henry yells from the other side of the door.)

Henry: Hey, you have any juice? Never mind, I found some.

Celestia: Henry!! dude you probably just scared her

Henry: what its, not my fault

Celestia: Why did I even agree to this

Henry: because you are my older sister and you love me

(Emma exits the bathroom. Henry is seen drinking juice straight from the bottle.)

Henry: You know, we should probably get going.

Emma: Going where?

Henry: I want you to come home with us.

Emma: Okay, kid. I'm calling the cops.

Henry: Then I'll tell them you kidnapped me.

Emma: And they'll believe you because I'm your birth mother.

Henry: Yep.

Emma: You're not going to do that.

Henry: Try me.

Emma: You're pretty good. But here's the thing – there's not much I'm great at in life. I have one skill. Let's call it a superpower. I can tell when anyone is lying and you, kid, are.

Henry: Wait... Please don't call the cops. Please, come home with me.

Emma: Where's home?

Henry: Storybrooke, Maine.

Emma: Storybrooke? Seriously?

Henry: Mmhmm.

Emma: Alrighty, then. Let's get you back to Storybrooke.

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