Emma stood staring at Pan. "You'll never get the child as long as I live." "That can be arranged." "Not what I meant. Saphire is my daughter now, and it's going to stay that way." "You took my personal property, and I want it back. You just choose to play the game. The game you know is impossible for you." Saphire watched as Peter Pan froze Emma and started for the door. She ran in the closet and cried, even though she knew it wouldn't do any help. The door opened, and without a surprise, it was Pan. She looked up as he stood there. "I think you will come home now." "I did ever so miss home, but I'd rather stay here." "This is a game you can't win. You know that, so come home." She looked up at him as she slowly stood. "Never!" She shoved him away and ran. "Regina! Pan's after me! Help!" "She can't do anything about me. I'm more powerful than even the dark one. I traveled this far, and I do think you're coming home." They went onto a boat to make their way back to neverland. She sat and cried as her father once again went over beside her. "Why do you hold me against my will?" "I've been looking for you for years, and you say no to me. You'll be home where you really belong." "That's where I belong. That's my home. I shall never grow to love Neverland." "I think you will"
