Fourth Snowfall | Accidental Video
[The phone starts recording accidentally as Mary Margaret presses her hand on it, her weight leaned on it for a moment while she rummages through things. When it's uncovered, it slips to the floor, resting on a pile of things, and tilted at an angle.
In the middle of the floor of a very rustic apartment, Snow is settled on her knees. It's dimly lit and she has all kinds of things around her -- clothes, small trinkets, a few odds and ends -- but she just keeps looking through her things.
She picks out a couple of necklaces she wears at home, setting them back into the jewellery box she owns. She can't help it. She needs to go through everything to make sure it's all really hers.
When she finally gets to a box nearby, Mary Margaret cringes a little at first. She pulls out a blue leather jacket and holds it up, smiling a little sadly as she folds it and sets it aside. Once she reaches into the box again, Snow's face crumples into distress.]
O-oh... [Carefully, she lifts out a white blanket with purple ribbons, and on the corner the name Emma is clearly stitched in purple thread. She sighs shakily and lifts the blanket closer, taking the chance to smell it and Mary Margaret hugs it to her chest, her voice soft as she speaks.]
Emma, I'm so sorry. I should be with you, to look after you. [She was all alone out there and Snow wasn't sure how far she trusted Mulan and Aurora with her daughter.] If only Charming could be with you. [He'd know what to do, how to look after her.] But at least he's with Henry.
[A little huff of a sigh comes and she brushes away a stray tear.] I have no idea what to do with all your things... not that you ever had much to begin with. [She squeezes the blanket a little tighter to her chest and shakes her head a little.] I suppose it'll all have to go into boxes in the closet... [And She gets up, leaving the shot of just her bare feet as she walks away, leaving the phone to time out.]
In the middle of the floor of a very rustic apartment, Snow is settled on her knees. It's dimly lit and she has all kinds of things around her -- clothes, small trinkets, a few odds and ends -- but she just keeps looking through her things.
She picks out a couple of necklaces she wears at home, setting them back into the jewellery box she owns. She can't help it. She needs to go through everything to make sure it's all really hers.
When she finally gets to a box nearby, Mary Margaret cringes a little at first. She pulls out a blue leather jacket and holds it up, smiling a little sadly as she folds it and sets it aside. Once she reaches into the box again, Snow's face crumples into distress.]
O-oh... [Carefully, she lifts out a white blanket with purple ribbons, and on the corner the name Emma is clearly stitched in purple thread. She sighs shakily and lifts the blanket closer, taking the chance to smell it and Mary Margaret hugs it to her chest, her voice soft as she speaks.]
Emma, I'm so sorry. I should be with you, to look after you. [She was all alone out there and Snow wasn't sure how far she trusted Mulan and Aurora with her daughter.] If only Charming could be with you. [He'd know what to do, how to look after her.] But at least he's with Henry.
[A little huff of a sigh comes and she brushes away a stray tear.] I have no idea what to do with all your things... not that you ever had much to begin with. [She squeezes the blanket a little tighter to her chest and shakes her head a little.] I suppose it'll all have to go into boxes in the closet... [And She gets up, leaving the shot of just her bare feet as she walks away, leaving the phone to time out.]