Regina is sorting through her mail, cursing the existence of junk mail when she comes across a strange letter from Town Hall. When she opens it to find a marriage certificate with her name on it she's completely baffled. Until she sees the other name on the certificate and realizes it must be some sort of joke. Something like this is just up Emma Swan's alley, right?

Regina isn't worried when a bottle breaks going through her mother's potion ingredients. They're inert and not magically charged until mixed together. It's only one bottle so everything is fine. Until she starts speaking the truth about everything, including Emma Swan.

After Emma finds herself on the wrong end of a gang attack she's stuck on bed for a week with Regina taking care of her. Emma is sure she's going to go insane over all of Regina's fussing over her. But when Emma wakes up after a nap and hears strange noises from downstairs, maybe she isn't the only one who needs taken care of after the attack.

Emma really hates allergy season. It turns her into a sneezing mess. So when she gets the bright idea to try and fix it with magic she's delighted. Nothing can go wrong right? Right. Until Regina shows up.

When Regina wakes up without Emma beside her she knows something is wrong. When Emma's things are completely gone from the house she suspects the worst, Emma's left her for good. But when Emma comes knocking on her door just as confused as she is they realize they might have a bigger problem.

Emma's gotten herself into a little bit of a pickle. Why she ever told her friends back in New York that she left town to be with an old flame, she'll never know, but now her friends want to meet this person. With Henry bugging her that he wants to see the friends he left behind she has to think on her feet, pirates that don't bathe won't do, so there's one option left, Regina.

All Regina wants to do is relax after work, but it seems some people don't know the meaning of business hours.

After all the bad guys have been defeated Emma's life is boring and patrols are like watching paint dry, until she sees a guy stumbling down the street in the middle of the day like he's drunk. Except he's not drunk, in fact he looks a little undead. Then things get interesting.