Emma paces around the smoldering fire, frustration clearly indented on her brow. Hooks looks to her in almost an amused fashion. Emma catches his smirk and quickly grabs his shirt collar forcing him to look at the fury in her eyes.

"Do you think this is a game? My son's life hangs in the balance and all you can do is sit there and smirk?" She screams in his face and pushes him back with enough force to knock Hook off the stump he was sitting on.

"Quite frankly, my dear, it is a game. It's Pan's game, and we are merely pawns. His best knights are protecting the prize." Hook explained. However, his tone wasn't smug and it seemed to have a note of pity laced into it. Emma sat down next to the man with a flustered sigh.

"What's his story, Pan's I mean. If I am going to get Henry I need to know what I am up against." Emma explained and looked toward Charming and Snow White. They lay contently in each other's arms. In that moment they looked utterly happy. A pang of bitter jealousy struck at Emma's heart. She was the one that pushed Neal away. Now he is gone and she will never have a chance of that love that her parent's share. Hook cleaned his sharp appendage aimlessly as he forced his brain to recall his earliest memories of the boy called Peter Pan.

"I was banished to this land long ago, centuries ago to be more precise. When I arrived Pan was running rampant. His power was wild and being just a mere boy he had no hope of controlling it until she came along. Tinkerbelle told me the story and it went like this…"