—Grinning slyly Fiona circled around Emma Swan, otherwise known as the savior. Oh, she did look forward to this little spectacle and hoped Emma wouldn’t disappoint. “Miss Swan isn’t it?” she asked though she knew the answer. “Tell me Emma. How do you plan on getting your little boy back? Pan no doubt already has him in his clutches. And when Pan has something, he never gets it back.” Leaning forward a bit Fiona gave Emma a little wink.