Post-curse check in with woodenass.
The sheer number of problems the town was facing with the end of the curse (and the beginning of magic working it's way through Storybrooke) equally amazed and pissed off Emma. There were the happy problems; specifically those related to reunions and the jumble of memories that needed to be sorted through. There were the serious problems; the ones centered around a new awareness that left many scrambling for something that was missing in their lives. There was the unavoidable fact that magic was a pain in the ass for anyone who didn't have it. And then there was Regina.
Who was always a problem, as far as Emma was concerned.
She would have been at Henry's bedside even if Regina wasn't in hiding, but knowing that the person who she had once considered a sociopath and now knew as a sociopath and evil queen was off somewhere planning her next move? That had Emma sticking close. Even with Henry now settled in at her apartment, she couldn't shake the certainty that something was about to happen. He had a rotating list of trusted babysitters; her mother, her father, and Graham, and that made it so that Emma could leave the apartment without Henry when necessary.
Was checking in on August necessary? That depended on who she asked.
Emma had called Granny's the day before to see if he was around, and had gotten word that he was responding. With shouted words only. Through the door. It was an improvement over his previous state (wood turned man turned wood), so she had accepted it with the intention of dropping by at some point during the day. Then the day had gotten away from her, the night had been spent watching dragon movies, and the visit had been put off another day.
It was bright, though not early when Emma walked into the bed and breakfast, nodding to Ruby on her way up the stairs. The real bitch of a town full of people who were recovering their memories was trying to figure out what to call them. Ruby or Red? August or Pinocchio? Mary Margaret -that one was more complicated. She pushed that particular thought out of her head as she knocked on the door, three solid, rapid knocks before she reached for the doorknob. "August, I know you're in there." Like it or not, he was going to have to do more than shout through the door this time.
Who was always a problem, as far as Emma was concerned.
She would have been at Henry's bedside even if Regina wasn't in hiding, but knowing that the person who she had once considered a sociopath and now knew as a sociopath and evil queen was off somewhere planning her next move? That had Emma sticking close. Even with Henry now settled in at her apartment, she couldn't shake the certainty that something was about to happen. He had a rotating list of trusted babysitters; her mother, her father, and Graham, and that made it so that Emma could leave the apartment without Henry when necessary.
Was checking in on August necessary? That depended on who she asked.
Emma had called Granny's the day before to see if he was around, and had gotten word that he was responding. With shouted words only. Through the door. It was an improvement over his previous state (wood turned man turned wood), so she had accepted it with the intention of dropping by at some point during the day. Then the day had gotten away from her, the night had been spent watching dragon movies, and the visit had been put off another day.
It was bright, though not early when Emma walked into the bed and breakfast, nodding to Ruby on her way up the stairs. The real bitch of a town full of people who were recovering their memories was trying to figure out what to call them. Ruby or Red? August or Pinocchio? Mary Margaret -that one was more complicated. She pushed that particular thought out of her head as she knocked on the door, three solid, rapid knocks before she reached for the doorknob. "August, I know you're in there." Like it or not, he was going to have to do more than shout through the door this time.