A/N: I couldn't wait until the second half of the season airs, so I thought I'd have a go at the continuation of the story after E3x11 'Going Home'.
"We're back." Snow uttered while touching the bottom brunette curls of her hair, as she recognised what was once her old home, the Enchanted Forest. "I also have long hair again, my curls! David, David! The last time Emma and I came here, we fought - wait... Emma... Emma."
"Wait, you just called me David, and you just said Emma. Emma, our daughter. We still have our memories, but Emma has probably forgotten us. Regina did give her new memories." Charming said, with a surprised look on his face.
Regina looked down in sadness. Henry, her only son, and Emma too, have now forgotten her, and Storybrooke, while they remembered. She didn't even think once about why the curse failed to take away their memories, all that roamed around in her thoughts was Henry, as well as Emma. This was her family, her pride and joy. Although when she first met Emma, she wanted to get rid of her, as she viewed her as a threat, but now they've grown together, struggled and even helped each other. Regina gave up her life for Emma and Henry's safety, Regina paid the price for the curse Pan enacted.
"They forgot. They won't remember us." She said, with tears in her eyes.
"Ay, it's true." Hook echoed in agreement.
The Enchanted Forest was just as Snow remembered it, from the last time she was stuck there with Emma. It was nothing but trees, damaged castles and ogres. She was unaware of any of their fates.
"So what happens now? I propose we live our previous lives but in peace, if Regina could consent to that." Charming proposed.
Regina wiped away her tears subtly. "Figure it out, Charming." She sneered sternly.
Meanwhile in the real world, Emma and Henry had just drove past the Storybrooke picket line, as Storybrooke disappeared from behind them and their memories of Storybrooke no longer existed. They no longer remembered Regina, Gold, David, Mary-Margaret or even Neal. The only memory Emma had had of Neal were from before she had Henry. She didn't remember Neverland, or travelling to New York to find him. She only remembered him abandoning her, and leaving her to go to prison.
"Mom, what are doing in Maine?" Henry asked, curiously.
"Oh kid, you must've hit your head pretty hard back there. We went camping in the woods, don't you remember?" Emma answered.
"No, I don't remember. Are we going back home, home to Boston?" Henry asked.
"Yes kid, we are. We're going home." Emma replied smilingly, while ruffling Henry's hair.
Back in the Enchanted Forest, everyone started to make their own way home. Regina had realised she now had to live alone, after she killed her father in order to enact the original curse herself, and now after Snow had killed her mother too. Sometimes, Regina thought whether it was ever a good idea that she purposefully left her mother behind in the Enchanted Forest when she casted the curse. Admittedly, she felt her mother had never loved her, and only lusted after power, until she realised that her mother had no heart. However, her life had also gotten more miserable after Cora came to Storybrooke, and Regina never knew why she even went to join forces with her mother, however that never stopped Regina from loving her. Regina's father was a different story. Of course, she regretted killing him, but without the curse, she wouldn't have found her son Henry. She wished she could hug him, and now she wondered how he was doing.
Neal had also wondered where he was going to live. Would he go back with Snow and Charming, or reclaim his father's castle, or at least ask Robin Hood if he could stay there. He decided to go back to his father's castle. Belle followed too.
Neal's father's castle - well Robin Hood's castle now - was just as Neal remembered. Dark. A dark castle which no longer belonged to The Dark One, but a vigilante outlaw. Neal stepped in, and shouted out "Robin Hood! Robin! Robin! Anyone here?"
No one answered. Suddenly out of nowhere, a little boy appeared out of nowhere. He realised it was Robin's son.
"Who's this little guy?" Belle asked.
"He's Robin Hood's boy. " Neal replied.
Belle suddenly remembered that moment when Rumpelstiltskin spared Robin Hood's life. If he hadn't, his son wouldn't be alive. Belle thought that she was the only one that saw the good in Rumpelstiltskin at most times. Everyone else thought he was a villain, even himself. Belle didn't.
"We'll stay here until Robin gets back. I'm not sure if my papa's old house still exists, very unlikely. Who's taking care of him anyway?" Neal said, while pointing to the boy.
Back in the real world, the night was eerie, dark and cold. It was 10 PM. Emma and Henry were still driving back to Boston. Henry had fallen asleep, and Emma was getting sleepy too. Emma took off her jacket, and had placed it on Henry so he wouldn't get cold. Realistically, it only took 4 hours to get from Maine to Boston, however the roads were pretty congested, she had just crossed Maine's borderline, and decided to take a pit stop and nap, continuing the drive back home in the morning.