Grasping for air, Emma sits upright in bed. She looks around at the unfamiliar space. This isn't her room back in Mary Margaret's loft; this place is not home. And she remembers why.

"There has to be another way!" Emma holds onto Henry as she watches the purple smoke move towards them-the smoke from Pan's curse.

Regina's eyes cloud with tears. "I wish there was, but Henry and you will have a good life in New York. You'll have an apartment, a job, a real life without monsters. Your memories will be intact."

"Remembering might be too hard," Henry chokes out. "Not being able to see you ever again."

Emma nods her head, but she doesn't want their life to be a lie. Even if the memories hurt like hell, she would rather know that she had people who loved her than have nobody at all. She just wish there was a way for them to all escape the curse and move to the city with Henry and her. Just when she found her family, she has to leave again.

Her eyes meet Hook's who stares at her intensely. She can see the turmoil in his eyes. Then she meets Neal's eyes whose are also clouded with tears. He just found Henry, and now he has to leave him too. It isn't fair. This is not how it was supposed to happen.

Emma bids farewell to her family, holding tight to her parents before they pull away. Her mom is sobbing into her dad's shoulder, muttering how she has to leave Emma again. Neal comes over to them next, kissing Henry atop his forehead.

"Be good, Henry. I love you."

Henry holds tightly onto him, crying. Neal break away from him, going to Emma next. He grabs her into a hug. "Take care of him, Em."

"I will," she hugs back. "He loves you."

He smiles sadly at her. "I know."

Emma grabs Henry's hand and they start to walk to her bug. But Hook rushes over to her. "There's not a day that will go by that I won't think about you."

She tries to hide the tears blurring her visions, giving him a sad smile of her own. Simply, she says, "good".

"Mom!" Henry comes running into her room. "There's something you need to see!"

She watches as he runs from her bedroom. Pulling off the covers, she puts on the robe that's hanging on the hook by the closet. Tying the belt as she goes, her jaw nearly drops to the ground when she sees the door to their apartment opened. And sitting beside it with a bottle of rum in hand is no other than Hook.

Emma's eyebrows shoot up. "How?"

Henry shrugs his shoulders. "The last I remember is us crossing the time line and Hook saying something to you. From there, I woke up in this apartment."

"Odd," she mutters under her breath. At least Regina gave Henry and her a nice apartment in the heart of the city. Crouching down beside Hook, she shakes him lightly.

Henry has made his way into the kitchen, slamming cabinet doors until he finds a box of poptarts. Emma continues to shake Hook until her finally jolts awake. His eyes meet her, almost bugging out of his head.

"Swan?"

"Yeah," she confirms for him. "What-how are you here?"

He presses a hand to his forehead. "I don't bloody know, but I have a damn awful headache."

Emma stands back up, holding the door wide open. "Come in, I think we have a lot to discuss."

At some point, Henry tells Emma that he has to go to school. It's a short walk from the apartment, and he vows he knows how to get there. None of this makes sense to Emma, how everything just falls into place as if they're not starting a new life. In a new town.

"What do you remember?" Emma slides Hook a bottle of Tylenol and a glass of water to subdue his headache. Who knew Captain Hook wouldn't be able to handle his liquor?

He swallows the pills with a disgusted look on his face. "You getting into your car. Then I wake up to a beautiful blonde in the hall."

She rolls her eyes at his blatant flirting. Not even the confusion of the situation can kill his mojo. She wonders if Regina provided him with a job or an apartment. Then again, if he got spit out by the curse, she presumes not. "Do you have a place to live? A job?"

"Slow down, Swan. My mind can't process too much right now. To answer your first question, I think you finding me in the hallway is very telling as to my housing situation. And I am just guessing that the second answer also coincides with my first."

Emma balks at him. He's practically a stray living in the city. "Well, you can stay with Henry and me until you get on your feet. You need to find a job."

"And what do you suppose I do?" he asks.

She shrugs, bringing her coffee mug to her lips. "Your guess is as good as mine. I start my new job today. Back at it as a bail bonds person. Maybe somebody will have an idea for a job."

"Love, they'll take one look at me and think I'm hooked on those smooshed leaves teenagers like to feel on cloud nine."

Emma reigns in her laughter. If Regina didn't give him a place to live or a way to make a living, then she certainly didn't get him caught up with the lingo of this world. This might make for a very interesting time. "Um…it's called pot. Just an fyi, consider losing the hook and buying some new clothes to fit in."

He scratches nervously behind his ear. "I don't mean to be a burden, Swan, but I don't have any money."

"Okay," she pushes out of her seat. "I don't go into work until tomorrow, so maybe we can spend today working on your 21st century knowledge and getting you into some modern-day clothing. As for the hook, we ought to schedule you an appointment with a doctor. They probably know where the prosthetic hands are."

"Are you saying my hook…? I-" she sees the fear in his eyes. He doesn't know this world like she does. Nor does he even know how he got here. He doesn't have a place to live, a job or anything that would comfort him from his old life. At least with her, she has Henry to keep her sane. And a job.

She gives him a small smile. "I know this is a lot to take in Ho-Killian. We need to start using that name now."

He raises an eyebrow at her. "I'm surprised you remembered."

Picking up her purse, she gives him an eye roll. "Let's go shopping, pirate."

"As you wish."