Jefferson carried Grace all the way home from the bus stop. She had asked him a few times if he would let her down, but whenever she did, he would tell her, "I haven't held you in twenty-eight years; let me hold you a little longer."

Grace had let him simply because of the time they had spent apart, and she wanted to indulge him. "I love you, Papa," she said as arrived at the mansion Jefferson owned.

Jefferson smiled when he heard her say that. "I love you, too, Grace," he told her.

"I know," Grace said, "and I don't blame you for leaving me because I know you were looking to give us a better life." She turned to kiss his cheek.

Jefferson sat her down at the front door, and he stared at her.

Grace just smiled. "I understand that the curse kept everyone in Storybrooke apart, but what was your individual curse?" she asked him.

Jefferson cleared his throat as he got down on his knees to her level. "My curse was to know about the Enchanted Forest," he said. "To know you are my daughter being raised by someone else."

"Then why didn't you ever come for me?" Grace asked him.

"I couldn't," he said. "I saw that you were happy, and I only wanted to know that you were happy. That was all I ever wanted for you, Grace."

"I always felt like I was missing something," Grace replied. "That there was something missing in my life; I didn't know until the curse broke that it was you."

Jefferson stared at his daughter for a moment before wrapping his arms around his daughter. "I knew, Grace, that you were missing in my life," he said. "It was a lonely feeling. A very lonely feeling."

"But I missed you," she said. "I'm glad we found each other again."

"So am I." Jefferson smiled as he opened the front door of his house. "I already have your bedroom made up," he said as he smiled at her. "Why don't you go find it?"

Grace's smile widened before she entered the house. "Looks like you did find a better life for us," she said. "Even if it's not in our own land, but I need to tell you that I would have been happy with our old life, Papa, as long as I was with you." She hugged him for a split second before letting go to find her bedroom.

Jefferson smiled after her as he watched her race up the stairs. He heard her cry of excitement when he knew she found her bedroom, and he knew that this sound was the best thing in the world to him. Who knew that it was the savior's son that convinced him to go to his daughter? He was glad though because Grace his whole life, and he would rather die than not to see to her happiness.