Emma's eyebrows rose slowly until they practically disappeared into her blonde hair. She nodded, thinking she was gonna need about a thousand more drinks to get through all of this.

"Well, that sure sounds like a party." Emma lifted her glass to swallow from it, finding that her hand was shaking just slightly. "And you're absolutely sure there's no hope of finding Henry?"

At least if he wasn't there, it meant he wasn't trapped like they were. But Emma would rather know he was safe, have him there with his mothers. Was that selfish?