Emma might not have as many ghosts chasing after her, but there's one in particular who gets her every time. A curtain shifts from the movement of her rushing past it, and for a moment she's sure she sees him. Graham isn't there; she knows he isn't, but for a fraction of a second and a passing glance, he appears to her the way he did on his last day.

Emma reaches for the string around her wrist as she moves faster, tugging on it while she tries to shut those thoughts away. No matter how many times she tells herself that he'd want her to remember him the way he was when he was alive, the hurt she felt when she held him in her arms never completely goes away. Things would have been different if he'd lived, better, and no matter how many times people remind her that he died of natural causes, a guy dying that young feels anything but natural to her.

She's so lost in her own head that she almost misses Regina as she stumbles into the lobby, trying to get away from the thoughts that haunt her and finally taking notice of the woman sitting there when she glances up to see if there's anyone in the room. Emma isn't sure if she's welcome in the seat beside Regina, but she claims it anyway, taking a deep breath as she notices that the woman beside her is struggling with something too. "Hey, whats wrong?"