Regina watched Emma's fingers shake, she watched the wary uncertainty in her eyes, the old fear of trusting (both Regina herself and the people around her) rising up, and it hurt. For Emma as much as for herself.

"It's not that there's no hope," she replied, her voice steady and even and hopefully reassuring. "It's just that we have very little control over whether we find him or not. Finish that drink, and then I'll explain. And, Swan, I think you should know, I've been away from Storybrooke a very long time. More than five years now."