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There was times when Peter wondered as to when life would stop playing him, and this was one of them. Finding out that there was a chance that Jade was alive, that she was actually alive—apparently all this realm needed to do was these blood tests to find stuff out, which naturally confused Peter—that there was a chance for him to see her again. It took a moment for it to sink in which Peter was sure would never actually sink in.
Jade—or Camilla—is alive, she was alive. It seemed like a dream that Peter never expected to come true. He wanted Jade to be alive but now that he knew that she was alive, Peter wasn't sure what to think at all. There was something in him which told him that it wasn't true, that she was dead, he held her dead body in his arms, he felt no pulse in her, why would he believe that she's alive? Unless he saw her himself then maybe he'd believe it.
They were all sat inside Snow's loft after Henry went to bed. Hook had to guide both Peter and Devin back into the apartment considering that the duo was still in shock about what they heard. Of course, so was Hook, but he tried his best to hide it was much as he could. Hook knew how much Jade meant to the two boys, which was why he mentally made a promise he never made to make sure that nothing bad happened to Peter, Devin, or Baz.
"So, now that we know who we are dealing with, how do we find this ?" David asked. They were all stood around the island near the kitchen, Snow and Pan were the only two sitting. Baz was asleep on the sofa.
"Might I suggest we start by asking, if anyone has seen a woman with green skin running around," Hook suggested.
Peter gave him a look before he then sighed. "We're in Storybrooke, Hook. She'd look like any one of us, right?"
"Then we start somewhere we know she's been," Emma told. "."
"I've been over it with a fine-toothed comb," Regina said. "She left no trace."
"But you were combing for ." Emma argued. "Maybe there's physical evidence that you missed."
"The only trace that you found," Devin spoke up, "was my mother's blood. What makes you think that they'd leave anything else behind?"
Emma gave the boy a look. "There might be something else that we missed, something that wasn't as obvious as blood."
David had given Emma a nod, cutting in before either Peter or Devin could say anything. "Good idea. We'll track her."
"Boy wonder here—" Regina waved her hand towards Devin "—is right. If you want to waste your time playing , be my guest, but we can't let wander around alone with that witch and her out there."
