"So the boy tells me that I'm his mother," Regina said, contemplating the stranger in front of her.
"Yes, in another world."
"He also tells me that this world is wrong."
"That's true."
"That's...hard to understand," she sighed. "So you're his other mother?"
"Yes."
"Well, I guess I could have done much worse," she shrugged. Emma gaped at her. "Wait, that came out wrong, sorry, I just don't remember you."
"Oh, god, no, not like that, we're not..." Emma stuttered.
"Too bad. You look like quite a catch," she winked at her. Emma blushed. Not everything was wrong here.