[Babies and more babies. Their dreams mingle, not quite crashing together hard but blurred at the edges of each. The fancy chambers of the castle where the walls slowly become a tiny hospital space in another corner. The lights are flickering and a baby's heard crying loudly though there isn't anyone but her in this scene. Emma (not as a teenager for dream reasons amiright) is cuffed to the bed by her ankle, shaking her head like someone was going to hand the child to her and she just can't.]
I can't be a mother. [It'll be the lullaby not far off that distracts her enough to start to snap out of this, eyes going wider and suddenly looking around.]