Henry sat in his bedroom window, still looking out of his high window. He rested his chin on his crossed arms, and stared at the clock tower across town. He focused on it so hard; he could see the hands and ticks. They were unmoving as always, but he was hoping. Hope was the thing that Ms. Mary had told him about.

Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a very powerful thing.

He smiled at the memory. He hoped Mom would believe him. He saw how much alike they both were. Both orphans, both fighting to save the only good left in the world. Because the truth was, Emma Swan was already fighting. She just didn't know it yet. He pursed his lips, and stared harder at the clock, as if his intense gaze would make it move. But he knew better. The only thing that would make that clock hand move even one inch was Mom's faith in him.

Please Mom, just for one week. I'll explain everything in just one week. Please believe that I'm not crazy. Use your superpower.

He squeezed his eyes closed and repeated these thoughts over and over, praying that she would take a chance on him.

And when he opened his eyes, the clock moved.