entranceway | ( one; voice )

[Emma has read what information has been made available, she’s walked the grounds and the corridors of some of the mansion’s ground floor, and she’s combed through what public postings she could find to look through on the device she’d found in the pocket opposite of where she kept her own phone. She’s been digging for evidence since she got here, but what she’s found?

She’s not buying it. The message that comes through is voice only, not wanting to reveal her face or her exact location right away-- though she’s pretty damn sure that whoever’s responsible for this is watching her and has a good idea of where she is, if not who.]

Look. I know someone is out there listening.

[She doesn’t know exactly who, but someone.]

This game of yours? I’m not interested. I don’t know how you got me here, or how you set all this up. Maybe it’s some messed-up alternate reality game, but I didn’t opt in for any of this. I don’t care how elaborate it is, or how much work went into it-- my kid is at home waiting for me, and I am not screwing around.

[Her tone is hard, angry rather than anxious, determination winning out over uncertainty.]

‘Wonderland.’ Cute, but I’m not impressed. All I want is for you to point me towards the exit. You can do me a solid and we can do this the easy way-- or we can do it the hard way. Trust me, whatever weird stuff you might be into, I can promise you won’t be happy if we go that route.

[She stays on the line, just to wait for any kind of possible response-- but she doesn’t really know what to expect. This entire thing has her out of her depth, even if she’s not willing to admit it.]

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Henry... Swan.

[Frown.]

I know a Henry Mills. And one of his army of parents is Emma Swan. He doesn't remember that right now, though.

[Alright, that gives her pause.]

... Emma Swan.

[She tenses.]

My son doesn't have an army of parents. It's just the two of us.

[It's always been that way.]

Your family also has a long history of curse-induced amnesia. [He shrugs, like it isn't a big deal.] True love's kiss should fix it. And it doesn't even need to be romantic love.

[True love's kiss.]

Are you hearing the words coming out of your mouth right now?

Hey, it's not my fault your world is dumb.

My 'world' is perfectly normal, thanks. I don't have time for this. If you aren't going to even pretend to be sane, then I'll find someone who is.

Henry. Kind of gangly. Wears a lot of scarves. Father's named Neal and he's the s-- [Son of Rumplestiltskin is not gonna fly here, will it?] --scum who abandoned you!

[Sorry Neal. He knows it's more complicated, but Emma probably doesn't.]

[She tenses, and there's a moment of silence before she goes on.]

How the hell do you know all that?

Cause everything I've been saying is true. You just won't listen.

... look. I don't have time for this.

[Admittedly, she's starting to get freaked out, but she won't say as much.]

Thanks, but no thanks.

[Aaaand she hangs up. Sorry, kid, she'll make it up to you later.]