Emma sat down on the bed beside of her son, she shook him lightly, "Henry, it's time to wake up." She told him. According to her mother, he had been asleep since lunch time. "Come on, kid. It's dinner time, wake up." She whispered, lightly shaking him.
She turned around to her dad after a few minutes of unsuccessful shakes. David decided it was his turn, he tried to wake his grandson without any luck.
"Why was he sleeping during the day?" Emma asked, still shaking him gently.
David sighed, "He told your mother that Giselle had come to him in a dream, he wanted to help you, to bring her back for you. He thought that if he went to sleep. She would tell him how he could help."
"And he hasn't woken up?" She asked to confirm the situation.
"Not yet, I mean he might still be dreaming. Who knows?"
Emma leaned over to check Henry's pulse, it was racing. She was relieved that he still had one, at the same time scared that something might have been wrong. She grabbed her phone from inside her jacket pocket and dialled Regina, she knew that Regina would want to know what's going on, and would be even more determined to help.
"How long has he been like this?" Regina asked David when she had arrived, she held onto her son's hand, sitting beside him. He was shaking, as if he was cold but the room was toasty warm.
"Is he sick?" Emma asked, trying to work it out."
"This is not illness, this is magic." Regina corrected her.
"Magic? What kind of magic?"
"The future kind."
"So what, is he stuck?" Emma demanded to know.
"My guess is that he's with her, or his mind is. I just don't know how they did it."
"It doesn't matter how they did it, all that matters is getting them both back here."
"You do realise that even if we save this girl, she doesn't belong her. She belongs in the Enchanted Forest with her parents."
Emma knew that by parents, Regina meant the other parents. Her and Killian in the future, but she couldn't help the stab she felt in her chest from Regina called them the parents instead of her right now.
"Henry is going to be okay right?" She asked, "We're going to bring him back."
Regina nodded. "Even if we have to sacrifice you to do it."
"You would get too much pleasure out of that." Emma muttered.

Giselle walked straight up to the castle gates, she had Henry in tow. The guards hardly took notice of him as they opened the brass gates for the princess. She thanked them, rushing inside with her big brother. "You live here?" He asked in awe as he looked around the giant kingdom buildings. She nodded, "Eh, it's not bad." She shrugged it off.
"If I lived here, I would never get sick of it." He declared.
"You got that right." She smiled, grabbing hold of his hand, they walked together across the bridge and over to the front doors, Giselle waved at the new set of guards as they neared, "This is my brother." She told them, but they didn't speak back. She giggled, "They always keep a straight face. It's so much fun." Henry couldn't help but compare it to Buckingham back in his world.
"Mom!" Giselle called out once the doors had shut behind them, Henry was still amazed by the location, staring at paintings on the walls, portraits of himself were among the artworks that hung over the many walls of the palace.
Emma stuck her head out from the top of the grand staircase, her eyes popped out of her head as she started to run down the many stairs. Henry had never seen his mother this way, a gown that she had to pull up in order to move so fast without tripping, her hair upon her head like the princesses he had seen in the story book, Henry almost didn't recognise him.
"Henry!" She gushed, running to meet him. "How are you here?" She asked, kissing his forehead.
"I don't really know." He answered truthfully.
"When can I meet the adult me?" He asked his mother, she dropped her arms and stepped away from him.
"Excuse me?" Emma asked, a frown landing on her face.
"You know, the Henry that lives in this time." He explained, Emma looked at her daughter and folded her arms across her chest.
"You didn't tell your brother." She accused, Giselle held her hands up in defence.
"I didn't want him to leave before he got here." She whined, knowing that her mother was upset with her.
"What? What happened to me? Am I dead?"
Emma shook her head, "You're not dead Henry, Regina wouldn't allow that to happen." She chuckled.
"Then where am I?"
"The future you, or rather, the present Henry, he's running his own kingdom now." She told him.
Henry frowned, "Is it far?" He really wanted to meet himself, no matter how strange that sounded.
"No, not far." She sounded unsure.
"Well can I meet him?"