Let's check in on Mary Margaret, shall we? She's playing hangman at the hospital with her favorite amnesiac. It's her turn and she's not doing well. It's only when she guesses "m" that what she's been stumped on finally becomes clear. She laughs and hides her face in her hands. "I almost hanged on my own name!" Except it's not her name, really. If the puzzle had been "Snow White," she might have recognized it more quickly. David, being the charming sort that he is, tells her, "Don't worry, I would never have let you hang. I would have added toes... a hat... maybe a horse." He doodles on the page, but we don't get to see it. Aw. "Is this a game you played a lot? Before?" she asks him. He doesn't remember. He gets frowny for a second, so she encouragingly tells him the doctors must think he's making progress if they're sending him home in a week. He doesn't seem convinced. "You're making new memories just fine," she says. "Maybe I'll like these better," he tells her. They give each other dewy-eyed smiles until Mary Margaret drops her lashes to break the stare. Just when she suggests another game, Kathryn walks into the room. "Can I guess, too?" she asks. Lady, if you haven't already seen what's going on right in front of you, then you're probably not very good at filling in the blanks. Mary Margaret can't get out of there fast enough, all, "Oops, totally didn't notice the time! Or how cute your husband is!" She lingers at the door for a bit, watching as Kathryn presents David with a box of photos. She shows him a picture of a yellow lab. "It's our old dog Ajax, remember?" He makes like he remembers, but he's obviously faking. Well, it's not obvious to Mary Margaret, who looks pretty sad.
She goes home to make s'mores. They're like a little campfire in your tummy, without the third-degree burns. "I'm the worst person in the world," she tells her new roomie. "If Kathryn was horrible, it'd be easier, but she's so... nice." Emma gives her a little smirk and asks, "What, exactly, would be 'easier'?" Mary Margaret realizes she's just been talking about having the hots for a married man so she's like, "Nothing!" Emma tells her that's "nothing" is a good idea and she talks like knows from personal experience about getting involved with a married guy. This Lifetime moment is interrupted by a knock at the door; it's Henry and he's a snuffling ball of tears and snot. Emma is alarmed and immediately ushers him inside.
Meanwhile, Archie is drowning his sorrows in whiskey. His adorable dalmatian sits on the couch beside him, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Either he's begging his master to stop drinking or he's angling for a few laps of sweet, sweet booze. Emma pounds on his office door and calls his name. When he doesn't answer, she goes on and barges right in. She's got a big rage-on going. "What did you do? You told me not to take the fantasy away. You told me it would devastate him." Archie blah-blahs about changing therapy because it wasn't working, but Emma asks him if Regina made him do it. "What could be stronger than your own conscience?" she asks. Archie says he's not going to defend his professional decisions to her. Just then, Emma's cell phone rings. She answers: "Hello, Madam Mayor, nice work." Regina needs to reach right through the phone and smack that girl. She doesn't have time for that. But maybe someday soon. She asks, "Are you with him?" Emma mistakenly thinks that Regina is asking about Dr. Hopper, but she's asking about Henry, who's gone missing. Emma pales and says she dropped Henry off at Regina's office an hour ago. "I don't know where he is," she says. Archie sighs because he knows.