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Grand Canyon.

Steep cliffs and a whole lot of sand on their feet and warm sun above their heads. It sounds perfect. The Johnsons have been going about the trip for days now; and Emma had been spending extra hours in the computer looking up pictures of the landmark, deciding which shirts and cargo pants to bring. She had never been on a road trip before. The homes she had been either disliked travelling or couldn't afford it. But the Johnsons travelled a lot. Emma knew that from the pictures on bound books on the coffee table and the frames hanging by the staircase. Her room had a closet of suitcases and large bags, skating and climbing gears and whatnot.

The day finally came.

Her first adventure. Emma vowed to never sleep on the road. She'd watch the scenery change from a busy city street to a calm countryside, then to scorching desert plains. Emma dragged her bags to the living room, and set it beside the larger suitcases, far prettier than hers, too. Hers was a gift from her social worker. It could originally be red, faded into a dead pink with age.

"Emma dear…" Mrs. Johnson gave her a stunned look from her place in the kitchen, eyeing her bags with a hesitant smile.

Andrea, the eldest and of Emma's age, crossed the room. "Oh, wow. This is going to be awks." Awks for awkward, Emma realized. "I thought no strangers on family trips, mom?" she whispered into the air, but enough for Emma to hear loud and clear.

"I'm sorry honey, but Andrea's boyfriend is coming with us and with all our stuff, there's not a room for another person in the car, dear." The older woman said, weary that she might have caught the words that came out of her daughter's mouth.

Oh. Suddenly, she was washed with shame. "Oh, no Mrs. Johnson. I was just…" She wracked her brain for a way out of the embarrassment, "…laundry. I was taking my clothes to the laundry, that's it."

"Of course," One last quip before Andrea went back to fiddling with her phone. "Oh, and now that you mentioned it, I have laundry upstairs, Em. Do you mind?"

Emma blinked back tears, and shook her head. "I'll just get them for you."

She climbed up to her room, and didn't bother holding the waterworks. Tears burned her eyes, and it was all she could do as she gathered dirty garments on the other girl's door.

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"Grand Canyon looks beautiful in these pictures!" Snow beamed, scanning the glossy magazine like a kid on sugar rush. Apparently, the books and other stuffs in town were dated 1986, the year it came to this world. Emma had newer stuff in the trunk of her yellow bug. "Have you been in this place?"

Emma looked away from the morning paper, not catching her mother's dialogue. "What?"

"This place."—she held up the page, "Have you been here before?"

Thirteen years ago, she almost had. "…uh, no. Place is a bore, I'm sure."

"But it looks warm." Snow trailed her fingers on the paper, "…growing up in the Enchanted Forest meant long, harsh winters. I was born in one. The harshest, they say."

Fairy tale cliché', and Emma smiled. She had the whole day to herself, and there was no point trying to argue with her mother. This morning she had been terribly ill; yet the fever had gone down, and she no longer needed assistance eating, now all she wanted was to get back on her feet. David worked their shifts alone, while she curled in her pyjamas, hot cocoa within arm's reach.

For a while, there was just silence and the steady flipping of pages coming from both sides of the room. Snow was hunched in a white chaise, Emma slouched on her parents' bed, basking in the warm afternoon sun.

"Why haven't we tried going to places like these? We're a missing a lot." Her mother spoke again after some time, and Emma saw that she had moved to the travel magazine.

Emma chuckled, "Because you can't leave town without losing your memories?"

Snow sighed. "It's not fair."

"No, it isn't." It never was. Her mother grew up in a castle as a princess, loved by many. Surely, she had ponies to ride and jewels to adorn her dresses. David grew up in a different circumstance, but his upbringing proved Emma that she didn't need wealth to be happy. Even Regina grew up in royalty, cared for by her parents—okay, Cora had other plans, but still….

Henry had Regina growing up, and she loved the kid in ways he didn't always understand.

Emma had nothing.

No one.

"You know what, when this is all over, we should ask Regina to make a spell or something that would allow us to leave town."

"Twenty eight years in this town, I'm sure you've grown really bored with it."

"This world has a lot more to offer than the one I grew up in!" Snow said, brimming with excitement. "Someday we'll take a camper and go on road trips. You and me, David, Henry and the baby…" she paused, more people coming into mind, "Neal, Regina, and maybe our pirate friend, and Mr. Gold," she shook her head, a smile on her lips, because they have all grown so much to stand each other's presence and basically become a part of their dysfunctional family, "…we'll go to these places. Grand Canyon, the Statue of Liberty, Taj Mahal, Hawaii, and this Disneyland…"

Emma laughed along, "You'll love it there. Snow White's a pretty big hero in Disney, too. I'm not sure Regina and Killian would like their animated counterparts, though."

"Oh I've seen the movie. Regina will not be pleased."

She nodded in assent. Killian would slit the throat of the man responsible for his more popular moniker. "…well, I lived in New York for a year. Henry and I have been there several times."

Snow gaped in awe. "We will go back there." She said in a promising tone, "As a family."

Of course it wasn't fair; but it is fair now.

Emma had everything she ever wanted, and it was never too late for that.