longestnight_old | first snow queens, and now this.

Emma had gone to sleep in Storybrooke and woke up somewhere else.

First off, waking up in a whole different state with a whole new set of memories was one thing, but the same set, and something's bound to happen. Instantly, panic had shocked her right out of bed, instantly grabbing her keys and her jacket---not even bothering to change out of the yoga pants or tanktop. This wasn't even her house. Just who the heck's house was this? Were we even still in Maine?

Momentarily, she stops in her doorway. What if.

"Henry?"

No answer. If she'd come here of her own volition, Henry would be here. But this was like her apartment---only, you know. Not. It was someone else's.

There's some massive warning bells going off in her head. This was, by all means, impossible. Graham's shoelace was still on her wrist. It had all very much happened. She hadn't gone back in time, this wasn't the Enchanted Forest or Neverland, or---

It's then that someone else walks into the door of the apartment. A complete stranger.

"Hello? Excuse you? Where am I and who are you---" Emma reaches forward, in an effort to stop the intruder---but the intruder continues forward right through her, like she were a ghost.

So not only was she out of Storybrooke, now unable to return, with Henry probably stuck there as well (The fact she didn't know for sure began to wriggle into the back of her mind), she was in all likelyhood, dead as well.

Her red jacket was carelessly thrown on the sidecouch, and picking it up, it also falls right through any other (usually) impervious surface. She scowls. Her and her jacket were ghosts.

"This is....creepy." she mutters, watching the absolute stranger march on through their own apartment, grabbing a cupcake from the fridge, and beginning to snack. Taking her issues outside, she tries to ask someone for help. Any stranger passing by the building. No one replies because everyone passes through her as well. She's invisible, a ghost. For a moment she's sure it's just a nightmare, one of those dreams buried in the back of her mind, built up by the torment of being left at foster home after foster home, the loneliness and solitude she'd committed herself to when she was young. She'd wake up, right?

She'd wake up and there would be her family, her fairy tale family. Her Mom and Dad, coddling baby Neal, and Hook, sloppily making breakfast, and Henry, asking her if she was okay.

But this isn't even Storybrooke, and she's not sure if the real nightmare is that she's not home, but that she may be barred by magic from ever going back to what she had. The realization sets in and she can't help but fight the tears welling up in her eyes. I'm dead. I'm gone. I left. What will Henry think?

"Anyone? Can anyone hear me?"

( Hey, so here's Emma Swan from ABC's Once Upon A Time, fresh out of season 4, but not so much so that she's quite OP. The time period set between Anna and Elsa's departure and the appearance of the Chernabog is where she's been taken from, so still quite in the rocks with Regina and finally settling in with her magic. Also hi! If you haven't met me on Plurk yet, I'm becca! I'm also taking up the reigns for Pitch! My Plurk is takozu, feel free to add me if I haven't already added you and hit up my intro plurk for additional info. C: )

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That he did, even if it was a little fainter than it should be. Looks like Nova and the others were right about his powers being somewhat diminished here, at least for now. One way or the other, they did the job, and he found Luna without too much trouble. Though what she was actually doing stopped him up a minute.

He landed next to her, and glanced down at her for a moment as Luna just stared through the window. It didn't seem like she was going to do anything other than stand there for the moment, so Clark was going to take it on himself to be something other than unnerving. Judging by the tears in Emma's eyes, explaining things was the least he could do.

"We can." Clark says, opening the window and floating inside. Yes, Emma. You're seeing Superman, straight out of the page of a comic book, cape flowing in the breeze and all.

"Sorry about my friend, here." He glances back towards Luna before offering Emma an apologetic smile. "She tends to do things her own way."

"I know this is probably more than a little strange, but we're here to explain things."

Emma doesn't catch sight of Luna until the very last moment. She's stopped short and the girl's gaze paralyzes her for a moment. Emma isn't sure why she's so scared in those few seconds, probably because she's reminded of herself. Maybe she was looking at herself.

But the glasses, the vacant expression, and then suddenly, the superhero?

Everything just got a whole lot weirder, and the more it did, the more she was at ease. This was actually a nightmare. A tear does escape before she can wipe them away stubbornly, not allowing herself to feel scared in front of these apparitions.

"I'm dreaming." she mutters, half to herself, half to her new company.

"I'm dreaming, you both look like you've walked out of one of Henry's comic books. This is what I get for eating before going to sleep." Or having a liiiiittle too much tequila with the good Captain. That's a whole different story.

"It's not a dream." Luna corrects her approaching the window but remaining outside "Though for some child you might be."

Mysterious and slightly unhelpful, Luna scanned the room slowly before settling on Emma once more.

"I don't think there are any comic books written about me, but apparently there were a number of very popular novels and movies written about my friends and I was a supporting character. I can show you later if you like."

Being self aware and exposed to her own canon materials by Abed had not done much to help Luna's usual spaced out attitudes. Still she had located Emma with surprising speed simply by wandering through the area so she had proved useful up to this point.

"It's a little hard to believe," Clark conceded, "but it isn't a dream."

"I know it's a lot to wrap your head around, but I promise it'll sense soon." Or at least more sense. Sometimes he forgets everyone's life hasn't been as eventful as his.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Emma's pretty good at putting two and two together, but her mouth closes and wait was that really a novel and movie character in front of her?

Because that was definitely Superman.

"But, but I'm not in any---" Books? Yes you are Emma. Don't say another word.

"I'll be damned." Wait a second.

"You're both here telling me it will make sense soon, but people----people are literally walking through me! This isn't some----back-in-time bull or portal to another different land, is it?" As far as she could tell, there were still cell phones, technology. This looked more like the real world by the second, save for Supes and the schoolgirl. Emma finally gets her shit together amidst the panic; she wasn't alone anymore. But she wasn't getting any answers that she liked either. She sets her jaw in an attempt to look intimidating. She may very well be without magic, ~~when in actuality, it'd never been more powerful~~ but she was willing to fake it.

"Where am I. Where's my son."

"There are portals, I don't believe there is time travel involved." Luna offered and then her expression finally changed to one of concern.

"Probably safe. Probably with you, or a version of you." She looked thoughtful and then carried on, "There is a child, or children in this world who felt scared. And they thought about someone that made them feel safe and strong. Someone to protect them from the nightmares that were frightening them. You are someone they thought of. And here you are."

All said as casually as if she was discussing the history of a local business or telling the plot to a novel she had just been reading.

"In a way, it's a little flattering." She added.

Maybe, but that doesn't necessarily mean that it's a situation everyone's going to readily accept.

"There's more to it, but it might not be best to get into it here." Superman quickly scans the horizon. No sign of company, but that might change. "If you're willing to come with us, we'll take you somewhere safe, give you a more in-depth explanation. Once we're there, we'll make sure you know exactly where your son is, even if I have to go out and find him myself."

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Hearing both accounts just doesn't satisfy her. She's still not sure what is going on here; this has still got to be some kind of fucked up dream. A freakin' superhero and a----supporting character.

But what the girl told her got her thinking. A child or children, that felt scared. They thought of someone who makes them feel safe and strong? To protect them from nightmares.

Henry. With his heart of the truest believer.

It's that thought alone, along with the fact that supporting character and Superman is staring at her that does make her think a little bit about it. And after all, she entertained the thought for a second; Henry would tell her to use her superpower. And neither of them are lying. Portals, different versions of her---all these things weren't strange or completely implausible to her.

So this is real, or a more fucked up dream than Storybrooke. And by now, savior and Chernabog and Ice Queen---Emma's had her fair share of fucked up dreams.

"Fine. I go with you. On the promise I know exactly where Henry is."

"I can't promise that." Luna answered truthfully "But I can promise we'll try. There are many different magical and technological devices we have access to at The Workshop so it stands to reason that one of them should be able to pierce the universes and locate family." After a moment she smiled warmly again.

"Especially as you care so strongly for him. Emotions hold a great deal of power in this world."

Producing a crystal orb from her pocket she turned slightly so her side was facing Emma and spoke to the orb "North Pole please." Once she had politely requested their location she threw the orb in a gentle underhand toss and it burst expanding into a glowing, swirling portal with only a faint amount of suction. There would be no whisking anyone to a far off land against their will with these portals. Assuming that Superman would make sure Emma didn't change her mind Luna started for the portal to show in good faith that it was safe.

Clark glanced over as Luna opened their portal back to the North pole, but he didn't move from Emma's side. Instead he put a hand on her shoulder.

"We'll find him. I promise."

What the heck is that? Is that a portal? We pulled a portal out of our pockets?

There's going to be a lot of explaining here, Lucy.

"The North Pole?" Oh god.

Superman was obviously real, just like the rest of the stories, but now Santa.

Her list is only getting longer. She purses her lips and looks rather serious between the two of them. Luna was a clever girl, and made it a point not to promise her anything, and despite reminding her of herself when she was younger? Emma's less skeptical of her. Superman though, was a hero, just like her. She wouldn't trust herself, so you can imagine what kind of conflict she's having right now trusting him.

"You bet your ass we will."

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