Killian Jones watched Emma fade from his sight as she left the room. He felt incredibly betrayed. He helped her get this far, and she leaves him stuck here with a bloody giant? How dare she! He had only met her a few days before, why was he feeling so hurt? And why were there tears in her eyes before she turned away from him?

Hook began fiddling with the cuffs. If he could get out of them soon, then maybe he could catch up with the group before they got too far.

"You won't be getting out of those cuffs without my help," a loud booming voice said. Hook started, turning towards the giant.

"How did you manage to stay so quiet all of a sudden?" Hook asked before he could stop himself. The giant smiled down at him, amused.

"Did you see how precariously stacked these treasures were? How do you think I managed to keep them like that if I stomped around constantly? That's always been for show, to scare away intruders. Contrary to what seems to be popular belief, I really don't enjoy killing people. It just always seemed necessary to protect myself. Your friend there was the first human I've met that genuinely seemed like she didn't want me dead."

"She is quite the woman. Reminds me of someone I knew long ago." Hook said mostly to himself, pulling the cuff down his wrist so he could see the name inscribed there. "I don't suppose I could convince you to release me? I'm afraid she may not realize just what she's up against." Plus, Hook was worried that the longer he was stuck up here, the more chance he'd get left behind. The giant managed a cynical grimace.

"She spared me, so I owe her. But I don't owe you anything. You're stuck here."


Emma lay on the ground, staring at the vast swirls of stars. Mulan and Aurora were already asleep as Mary Margaret stood watch. Emma was exhausted from climbing, but she just couldn't fall asleep. Her mind was racing. She had this bad feeling that something was about to happen, something bad. And she couldn't get Hook out of her head. He just reminded her so much of Neal, but with one hand and a generous amount of eye makeup.

"So what happened up there?" Mary Margaret asked, watching the flames lick the cool air. Emma stayed still, hoping to avoid this particular conversation. "I can tell you're awake, so you might as well stop pretending."

"I left him. Nothing more to tell." Emma said, turning to face her mother.

"Why? Why does it matter if he's with us or not?" Emma stayed silent for a moment. She really didn't want to talk about this, but she could also tell that Mary Margaret was trying to make up for lost time, trying to be a mom to her.

"He reminds me of…" she trailed off, trying to put the jumbled thoughts in her head together to form a coherent sentence. "He reminds me of someone I knew a long time ago." Mary Margaret gave her a knowing smile.

"Henry's father?" she asked. Emma nodded, glancing back up at Mary Margaret. She wasn't sure how much she should say. Her first instinct was to shut her out, but Emma also figured that if Mary Margaret was willing to make an effort as her mom, maybe Emma could make an effort to be a daughter.

"I was in love with him, and he left me, let me take the fall for his crime." Emma managed to say. Mary Margaret watched her for a moment before looking back at the small fire.

"I'm sorry." She said, her voice filled with regret. Emma sat up, torn between what she felt was an obligation to comfort her newly discovered mother and the urge to flee the situation. She decided on the second option.

"I'm gonna go find more firewood. I'll be back in a minute," she said, patting Mary Margaret's arm awkwardly before standing and heading into the woods. She only walked a few yards into the trees before leaning against a tree. She felt incredibly overwhelmed all of a sudden. If someone had told her a month ago that she would be trapped in a land of fairytales with Mulan, Sleeping Beauty and Captain Hook, fighting Ogres, Giants, and Regina's evil mother, she would have told them they were crazy. Unless it was Henry, which then she would smile, nod, and play along. But now, she was having a bit of a mental breakdown. It seemed like everything she had believed before had suddenly all crashed around her. She just needed a few minutes to collect her thought, and then she'd head back to camp with a couple logs.

She took a deep breath and slowly returned to her normal guarded self. She was about to turn back when she heard a twig crack.

"Mary Margaret?" she whispered, eyes wildly searching the area.

"Not quite," a painfully familiar voice drawled. Captain Hook stepped from the shadows smirking at her with a devilish gleam in his eye.

"Hook. How did you find us so quickly?" she asked.

"I had help." Hook said, brandishing a dagger from his belt.

"Cora," Emma breathed, glancing around nervously. "You're back with her."

"I did tell you, darling, that I'd swear allegiance to the first person to get me to Storybrooke. And after your little deception, I didn't have much of a choice, did I?" he said, stalking towards her slowly, a smirk spreading across his face. "And I believe you have something we need."

Before she knew it, Hook had Emma pressed against a tree, his hook digging into the bark next to her head. He brought his dagger up, pressing it gently to her throat.

"Where's the compass, Emma?" he whispered in her ear, his breath sending a shiver down her spine.

"I don't have it," she said, tensing as she felt the dagger begin to bite into her skin. Hook's grin widened.

"You'd think someone who prides herself on being a human lie detector would be a bit better at lying," he said, digging his hook out of the tree and sliding it around her bicep. He sheathed his sword. "I'll just have to search you then."

He placed his hand on her side; sliding it slowly down to the pocket she had slipped the compass into right before she had betrayed him. She placed her hand over his, stopping it before it reached the compass. She pressed closer to him, smirking as the grin dropped from his face. In one swift move, Emma switched their places and grabbed his dagger, pressing it to his throat. She winced slightly as his hook dug into her arm. She pulled the hook out, wincing slightly, and took it from him.

"Nice try," Emma said, stepping back. She kept the tip of his dagger pointed at his chest, insuring he wouldn't try anything.

"You bested me," he said in disbelief, "Thrice. You're the only one who's ever done that." The flirtatious pirate exterior fell away as Hook looked at her in awe.

"Emma?" Mary Margaret ran up to her, bow and quiver in hand, and Mulan and Aurora following close behind. "Hook?"

"He snuck up on me. He was trying to get the compass. He's working with Cora." Emma said, not taking her eyes off Hook for a second.

"Where is that witch?" Mary Margaret asked, glaring at the pirate.

"Such harsh words for your grandmother." A voice said from behind the group. Mulan pulled her sword from her belt, turning towards Cora, who appeared from thin air. Emma turned around, pointing Hook's dagger at Cora instead.

"Step grandmother," Snow said, knocking an arrow into place and aiming at Cora. Cora's face twisted into a sinister grin. She waved her hand, and the compass materialized in her hand. Emma felt her pocket, confirming Cora had taken it.

"NO!" Aurora shouted, rushing towards Cora. Aurora reached for the compass in Cora's hand, but Cora simply plunged her hand into Aurora's chest, pulling her heart out.

"AURORA, NO!" Mulan shouted, stepping towards them. Cora grinned, slowly squeezing the heart, savoring the look of pure agony on the young princess's face. She crushed it into dust, letting the ashes fall to the ground. Aurora fell over, dead. Mulan's nostril's flared in barely contained anger, but Snow stopped her from making the same mistake the other princess did. Hook stepped around Emma, taking his hook from her hand and backing towards Cora. He smirked back at Emma as he returned his hook to its rightful place, but his smirk faltered when he felt something wrap around his arms.

"Sorry Hook, but you won't be coming with me." Cora said, manipulating the trees around them to lift him off the ground. She turned him to face her.

"You didn't really think I'd allow a washed up pirate come with me, for, what, a quarrel over your hand?" She said, uncorking the bottle of ashes and pouring them into her hand. She turned and blew the ashes into the air. They began to swirl, forming a large swirling circle. She moved to step through it.

"CORA!" Snow shouted, pulling the string of her bow back and letting an arrow fly. Cora turned just as the arrow should've hit her, but the arrow flew sideways, burrowing deep into a tree. Cora grinned again, before turning and stepping through the portal. Mulan was first to follow, and Snow White was close behind. Hook hit the ground as soon as Cora was through the portal, the magic leaving the branches that had been holding him back.

"Come on, Hook, let's go," Emma said, pausing briefly to help him to his feet. She rushed towards the portal, only to have it swirl into nonexistence right before her eyes.