Liam Jones had lost the count of the decades he'd been imprisoned in Neverland. They could be centuries for all he knew. And yet he lived imprisoned in that cave, in the shadows, without being able to see natural light or smell the salty air of the ocean. Almost nothing to bring joy into his days, a prisoner of that devil child that had an entire army of vicious children at his command. And a few pirate villains had come and go in the centuries; desperate and seeking for revenge from what he could learn in the fragmented conversations from his warders. He felt sorry for those poor unfortunate fools that had lost everything in such terrible ways that were willing to descend to the deepest low in order to find some sort of solace. In those moments, his mind would drift towards his brother, always thinking about his little brother. He'd be gone from the world now, after centuries had passed. He could only hope Killian had found peace and happiness in his life.

The sound of footsteps interrupted his somber thoughts and Liam turned around, his eyes trying to discern who was coming his way. His face broke into a soft smile when he recognized her. The only thing that had brought joy to his days.

"Tink…" He whispered as she reached to him, her hands grabbing his, a haste fear consuming her.

"Liam… I've found a way." She whispered hastily as she pulled her knife and cut the ropes that tied him.

"Lass, even if you can free me from this cave, we are still trapped in this wretched island." He whispered, his hands caressing hers softly. "And Pan would retaliate against you… I – I can't have that."

"No, Liam, I've find a way to free you, completely." Tink said smiling, her hands reaching for the pouch at her waist, pulling a vial with her. "This will allow you to go back to the Enchanted Forest, you just have to free its contents over you and think of the place."

"How did you get this?" He asked, not daring to take the vial from her hands.

"I was able to sneak it from Pan." She whispered to him, shifting nervously. "We don't have much time… you should hurry."

"Is this enough for the both of us?" He asked hopeful but Tink shook her head.

"No, that magic is not strong enough to pull me out of this place…" She said, trying to fight the tears that were coming to her eyes, her hands shaking between his.

Liam shook his head vehemently. "I can't go through with this, then." His eyes bore into hers. "I can't leave you here, at the mercy of him."

"He needs me, he won't hurt me. I'll be fine." She promised before she removed her hands from his to cradle his face. "But you need to leave now, Liam; before it's too late for you." Her forehead rest against his.

"I don't want to leave you…" He whispered, one of his hands now tangled in her hair as the other fidgeted with the vial.

"You have to." She whispered, her nose nuzzling against his. "Do it." She pleaded.

I'll come back for you. Liam promised silently to himself before he poured the vial over himself and thought of the Enchanted Forest.

And then she was gone and it was all a blur. He blinked for a second and when he opened his eyes, he was standing in the middle of familiar docks. He was only able to smile for a second before he noticed the cloud of green and grey smoke enveloping them.

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Michael Dillon woke up on his bed, the remnants of a hazy dream haunting him. He couldn't pinpoint exactly what had happened on the dream, but he couldn't shake a dreaded feeling from inside him. He slowly got off the bed and moved to the kitchen, turning on the stove and heating the water for his morning tea.

He could see the clock in the tower had started to move overnight, marking a new morning in Storybrooke. The correct time on the clock and a hazy dream to haunt him. It seemed to be a morning out of the ordinary, for a change.