"What the hell is going on here?" Regina demanded, frowning. Now that she was closer, she could tell something was very wrong.

"What makes you think anything is going on?" Emma asked, glancing at Regina. "What are you doing here?"

"Henry is worried about you," Regina said. "And I can see why." She frowned as she looked at Emma.

"I'm fine," Emma said, turning away from Regina again. "He doesn't need to worry about me."

"You are not fine," Regina snapped. "This is not fine. I don't know what this all is, but it's not normal." She frowned.

"Maybe it is," Emma said, flexing one of her hands and just looking at her fingers. "Since when have I ever matched anyone's idea of normal?"

"This is not normal for you," Regina stressed. "You're not like this, Emma, you never have been. Tell me what happened."

"Why did something have to have happened?" Emma asked, glancing at her. "Maybe I'm just finally finding myself."

"I doubt that. You spent years finding yourself already, Swan," Regina said with a snort. "You didn't change so much so suddenly without reason."

"What do you care?" Emma asked, finally turning around to face her. "You don't even like me enough to use my first name."