Storybrooke Center: Emma just notices a Denver Boot has been put on one of her tires, when her phone rings. It's Regina. She says she thinks it's time they made peace. "Why don't you drive over to my office..." A beat. "Or...walk. Whatever suits you." Heh. She's so bad.

Mayor's Office: We get a great view of that Woods wallpaper. I covet it, but not for a whole room, maybe just an accent wall. Regina apologizes and says she just has to accept the reality that Emma is in town. When Emma agrees, Regina adds, "And that you want to take my son from me." Emma says she has no intention of taking him away. She is only there because he got to her and she needs to make sure he's okay. "The more you try to push me out, the more I want to be here -- especially after seeing how troubled he is." When Regina picks up on the word troubled, Emma explains that while she only got through a few pages of Archie's notes, the kid thinks everyone in town is a fairy tale character. Regina: "And you don't?" Okay, now I think she remembers her Evil Queen identity. Ack. I can't make up my mind, because Regina is also asking that question to make sure an eavesdropping Henry hears Emma's answer. Emma: "How can I? The poor kid can't tell the difference between fantasy and reality, and it's only getting worse. It's crazy." Henry appears in the doorway. "You think I'm crazy?" Emma calls out to him as he runs off. She turns back to Regina. "You knew he would be here." Regina: "Did I know that my son comes to my office, every Thursday at precisely 5:00 PM, so I can take him to dinner before his therapy session? Of course I did. I'm his mother." She places her hands on the arms of her chair, as though she were sitting on a throne. "Your move." Emma: "You have no soul. How the hell did you get like this?" Regina watches Emma walk out, and then lowers her eyes. We cut to...