Regina is a very well put together person. With a constant air of professionalism and stoicism, the Mayor of Storybrooke maintained a perfect picture of authority and sophistication. It was a mask she wore well, a faรงade that was never once out of place in the public eye.
So when Regina's panicked voice sounded through the phone in the Sheriff's Station that evening, it rang in your ears like the ringtone itself.
You were at her place within a few minutes. Approaching the door, you placed three gentle, yet firm knocks against it, then waited for an answer. You weren't waiting long, because Regina opened the door a few moments after. You'd never seen the woman in such a state.
She wasn't exactly messy, but compared to her usual persona, she was out of sorts. Usually sleek black hair was unkept, a little wild, and her clothing dishevelled and wrinkled. Her eyes were slightly widened with panic, and her expression was a clear display of her distress.
You open your mouth to ask Regina what's wrong, but she's in before you.
"Henry's missing!"
Regina exclaims, a hint of raw emotion tearing through her words. You almost had to do a double take to make sure you'd heard her right, but she went on.
"I've looked everywhere, all over the house. He isn't in his room, there's nothing scheduled for him today at this time, no reason he shouldn't be in the house!"
She sounded like she was on the verge of going into a fully fledged panic, but was just barely keeping herself in check.