Emma glanced at the compass in her hand as she walked to find Hook under the rubble which the giant had caused. It didn't seem that special or different than any other compass she had seen in her hand. One of the many foster dads she had had was a hunter and would use a compass so he would not get lost. Sometimes when he was in a good mood, he would take her with him.
"Emma!" called Hook. She snapped out of her reverie and hurried her step to get to Killian. She glanced down at the compass again and it was pointing in the direction of Hook. She shrugged and reached Hook, who was trying to get out of the rubble. Emma squatted down, reached out her hand and grabbed onto Hook's hand and pulled him out.
"You're amazing!" said Hook, looking at the compass and giving her one of his devilish grins before moving to stand next to her. Emma couldn't help but grin back. "Let me see it," Hook said, grabbing it from Emma's hand. When he held on to it, the little arrow pointed from him to Emma.
"It's even more amazing than I expected it to be," said Hook.
"Hook. I - I think it's broken," said Emma.
Hook looked confused. His brow furrowed.
"What do you mean, love?" he asked.
"We're standing in the same direction. I mean, if anything the needle should stay in the same spot, not move towards me. It should stay pointing to you," explained Emma.
"And how do you know so much about compasses?" inquired Hook.
"Um, geography class? Experience?"
"What is this geography class?" asked Hook. Emma just shot him an "I'll explain later" look.
"We should get going," said Emma. She lead him towards the hole in the wall. She put the compass in her pocket.
"If memory serves correctly, darling," said Hook as they make their way across the courtyard and start climbing down the beanstalk, "the compass points to what your heart truly wants." He just raises an eyebrow at Emma suggestively. Emma rolled her eyes at him, but couldn't help but be very quiet on the way down, thinking about the last time she let her heart have what it wanted 11 years previous.
"You're being very quiet," remarked Hook when they were nearing Snow, Aurora and Mulan.
"Just thinking," replied Emma.
"About me?" asked Hook, raising an eyebrow; Emma knew what he was thinking about. He was thinking about the compass pointing to what the holder truly wants and how when she held it it pointed to Hook and when Hook held it it had pointed to her.
What if she wasn't ready for this yet? She knew that Hook was being honest, and he was making her trust him and open up, but still, he reminded her of him. And that scared her.
