[Emma is really, really not a huge fan of heights. Flying was never a problem, but being stuck like this with a damn near infinite drop waiting for you if you take one wrong step?

Not her idea of a good time.]

So, here's a question for you. Who out there is able to move around without fear of plummeting to their death?

[First off, she's jealous. Second of all, she might have a favor to ask of you.]

Also, is anyone else nervous about-- you know. Rolling off in their sleep?

Anyway. I got lucky enough to end up over by the diner. I was thinking if there are people out there who are able to move freely, we might organize some supply runs for those who got screwed and trapped somewhere without food or water or other essentials.



[Private to Henry Mills:]

Hey, kid -- where'd you end up? Sit tight and don't try to jump. I'll see if I can't get a friend to give you a lift.



[Private to Mary Margaret Blanchard:]

I know this isn't the time for a heart-to-heart, but just checking to make sure you're somewhere safe. I don't know if I can get to you, but if you let me know where you are, I might be able to arrange something. ... how are you holding up?



[Private to Regina Mills:]

I'm guessing teleporting isn't an issue for you. If we can, we should get Henry and figure out some kind of safe central location to meet up. Might be able to call in a favor if we need it.


[Action:]

[For now, at least, Emma will be settling in at the diner -- she's not going very far without risking one of those lethal drops, after all, though she was lucky enough to only have a few smaller gaps to jump in order to get here in the first place. A mug of hot chocolate and a few phone calls later, she'll be feeling adventurous again, but for the time being, she'll be doing what she can to help people organize and make sure her family is all accounted for.]