WHO: Emma & Graham WHAT: Something fluffy? I hope? WHERE: Emma's Place. WHEN: Sunday Afternoon. WARNINGS: Discussions of death.
Emma was pacing her living room, aware she had to look like an asylum patient and giving absolutely zero shits about it. Why was she so upset about this?
Emma Swan didn't date. Emma Swan didn't get attached. And Emma Swan had no dreams so far about this crazy place called Storybrooke where she had a son and Graham died.
So it shouldn't bother her this much, right?
She kept pacing, waiting for Graham to get there. She'd feel better, just seeing with her own eyes that he was okay.