Mr. Gold looked around his shop, ignoring the (hazy) memories of where they all came from. Not for the first time, he wondered where he got the chipped cup on the shelf or why he still had it. It was broke. No need for it, right? He walked over and picked it up, fully prepared to dump it in the trash, when he felt a prickle of a memory formed at the edge of his mind.
A... girl? With... dark hair and... a gold dress. She dropped the cup... He hissed at the sharp pain that shot through his head. With a shaky hand, he put down the cup, and walked away, the pain fading with the memory.
The cup was still sitting on the shelf.
...
Mr. Gold walked into the Bed and Breakfast near the end of the day, nodding to Ruby. She glared and he turned his attention to the girl in front of him. A costumer? For Mrs. Lukas? That hadn't happened since... well, awhile. He never had the best memory anyway.
"I need a name."
The blond looked tense. As she should be with him and Madame Mayor in town. "Swan. Emma Swan."
He stiffened. Emma? Why did that sound familiar? "Emma..." He said, testing it out on his tongue. She turned to him and he offered a smile. "What a lovely name."
Mrs. Lukas-that old wolf-glared at him and handed him the rent. "It's all there."
"Ah, yes. Of course." He said, trying to collect himself. Couldn't show weakness, now could he?
He took the money and offered another smile at Miss Swan. "Have a nice stay," Rumpelstiltskin smirked as he looked at the savior. "Emma."
With a nod to Ruby-Red-, he walked out the door back out toward his pawn shop. He had a chipped cup to see.