"I'm sorry," Emma spoke softly. She studied Victor for a moment. "I don't remember anything after taking the dagger from Regina, but you looked like I might need to say that. I could also be wrong. This place is messing with my magic," She admitted.

To a degree that is.

"I'm still not sure that it was good that Regina kept him," Emma took a drink. Somethings about Storybrooke still boggled her mind.