Henry thought he knew what it felt like to be afraid. There had been many times during his short life that he thought he felt fear. He was scared when he was little and didn't know why the thunder was so loud. He was scared when Sheriff Graham died and he realized his mother was the one responsible. He was scared when Emma and Mary Margaret fell through that portal and he wondered if he would ever see them again. He was scared when Storybrooke was about to be destroyed, taking away everyone he loved and leaving him alone.

But all of that paled in comparison to the fear he was feeling now, as the portal opened up beneath him and he was forced to the edge of the pier. Behind him he could hear his family yelling for him, and he tried to turn around to see them, but Greg pulled his arm forward and he felt himself begin to fall. All the air left his lungs as he saw the portal approaching.

This was what true fear was. He was terrified of what Greg and Tamara were going to do to him, and he was terrified of where they could be taking him. But worst of all, he afraid of being alone. His family would be trapped in Storybrooke with no way to find him or rescue him. Hook stole the last bean, so it was impossible for anyone to follow them. Henry was never going to see his family again.

At that realization, tears began to slip down his cheeks, and the portal closed behind him. He still felt as if he was falling, falling, and would continue to fall forever. He couldn't scream, couldn't breathe. There was only the feeling of magic closing in all around him. Suddenly he felt himself pass through something, a layer of magic gathered more tightly together. Then he passed through another, and another.

Curious, Henry opened his eyes and saw a cloud of green swirling around him, and Greg and Tamara still holding on to him from either side. He looked down and saw a collection of magic approaching. As they passed through, he saw a flash of another world appear before him, and he realized that each layer they passed through was another realm. Wonderland, Oz, and other places he didn't even recognize flashed before his eyes, and he wondered if this trip through the portal would ever end.

Suddenly the magic pulled away, and Henry felt his feet connect with the ground. Unable to stay standing after that long fall, he fell forward and his face collided with the sand. For a moment he couldn't move. Going through the portal had drained him of his energy, though he couldn't say why. He felt tired, and the sand was so warm. He almost wanted to just stay there and listen to the sound of the waves.

But he knew he couldn't. He struggled to crawl forward with his bound hands, and he looked around to get an idea of what world he could be in. They were lying on a beach with white sand, and the sun glinted in the waves of the bluest ocean he had ever seen. It was beautiful really, until he turned to look inland. Before him stood a dark forest, with towering trees that barely let any sunlight through their leaves. Vines wrapped themselves over the ground and around braches, looking like they could reach out and grab you at any moment.

Henry felt a sense of dread coming over him, and he knew he did not want to enter that forest. He didn't even want to be in this world at all, he just wanted to go home to Storybrooke. Suddenly a strong hand gripped his arm and pulled him roughly to his feet. Henry tried to jerk away, but Greg only pulled him closer.

"Let go of me!" he shouted, and continued to struggle against the bigger man. He kicked Greg in the shin as hard as he could, but it didn't make any difference. Tamara came up from behind and grabbed his other arm, immobilizing him even more. "Just let me go back to my family!"

"Sorry, but we can't do that. You're too important to our cause." Greg said, looking around the beach for something, and dragging Henry along with him.

"Why am I so important?" he asked, "What do you want with me anyway?"

A loud screech sounded out in the forest, and Henry glanced over fearfully. His imagination went wild imagining whatever terrible creature could make a terrible noise like that. Tamara drew her gun, and they moved closer to the water. "You're going to do something for us, Henry," she said. "Something important."

"I'll never do anything for you!" he spat back at them. "You're the villains! I'll never help you!"

"We're the villains?" Greg stopped walking and turned Henry so they were facing each other. "No, we're not the bad guys here. All we want to do is get rid of magic, and you're the key to do doing that." Henry felt dread rising from within him as Greg smiled. "Magic ruins everything, you know that. Don't tell me you think that magic is a good thing."

Henry narrowed his eyes and stared back at Greg. "You're lying. You can't destroy magic, it's impossible!" At least that's what his mother told him when he tried to get rid of magic all those weeks ago, which was another reason why Greg must not be telling the truth. Henry knew that magic was bad. It tore apart his family and made good people do bad things. He would like nothing more than to get rid of magic once and for all, but Greg and Tamara were the bad guys. They hurt the people that he loved, and they tried to destroy his home and everyone in it. So how could they want to destroy magic? That was what Henry wanted, and there was no way he and the villains could be after the same thing.

Greg shook his head. "No, it's not impossible. We've done it before, and we'll do it again. But this time, it will be permanent."

Henry narrowed his eyes, and Greg stood up and started walking again. Henry stumbled along as best he could, but the combination of loose sand and being dragged against his will made it difficult for him to stay upright. Before long he tripped, and Greg stopped to pull him up again. He called over to Tamara, who was looking in to the forest. "Do you see anything?"

"No, nothing." She answered. Greg sighed and kicked the sand.

"What are you looking for?" Henry asked. "Where are we anyway?" He didn't answer, but Tamara approached him and grabbed his arm again.

"We're in Neverland."

"Owen Flynn? The director will see you now." Owen glanced up at the secretary in surprise.

"Already?" he asked. He'd only been sitting there a few minutes, and from what he'd been told it typically took hours of waiting before the director called for you.

"Yes, already." she answered, gesturing to the door to the director's office. "Apparently she's very eager to see you." Owen nodded nervously and straightened his suit jacket. Twenty-eight years he'd been working with this organization, ever since he lost his father in 1983, and never once had he been admitted to see the director. Hardly anyone had. Only those who received special assignments were asked to meet with her, and it was considered a great privilege.

Owen paused before the door and read the words on the window. "Wendy Darling". Just the name, nothing more, but then again nothing more was needed. Everyone knew who she was, what she'd done. Her story was practically legend among all the people who worked for the home office. Owen was told about it when he was just a kid, a kid rambling on about magic and his father but no one believed him. No one, except for Michael Darling that is.

The old man had believed every word Owen said about a magical town that appeared out of nowhere, and the evil witch who was holding his father captive. Mr. Darling took him under his wing, and Owen looked to him as a second father to himself. It was he who introduced Owen to the home office, gave him his purpose in life. Together they worked for years to find a way to eliminate magic from this world. He only wished the old man had lived long enough to see their project succeed.

And now here he stood, right outside the office of the woman who started it all. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door and stepped inside. The room was a bit smaller than he imagined, only large enough for a couple of bookcases, the desk, and a single window, but it was no less grand. All the furniture was ornate, and no expense was spared with the decorations of the room. Along the back wall he noticed three large, antique paintings, all depicting scenes from the classic tale of Peter Pan. Peter teaching the Darlings to fly, saving Tinker Bell, and battling Captain Hook aboard his ship.

Then he dropped his eyes to the woman behind the desk. She wore a white business suit, a pearl necklace and earrings. Her hair was white with old age, but Owen could see that didn't affect her. She stood and walked around from behind the desk to greet him with as much energy and grace as a woman half her age would have done.

"Owen Flynn?" she asked, reaching forward and shaking his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine, director."

"Oh, you can call me Ms. Darling. Please, sit." She gestured to the chair, and he did as she asked. As she turned around to talk back to her seat, Owen wiped a bit of sweat from his brow. He genuinely hoped she couldn't see how nervous he was at the moment. "Now," she began with her British accent that so familiar to him because of Michael, "I understand you've been working with us for a long time, Mr. Flynn. Twenty-eight years?"

"That's correct, ever since I was nine years old."

She nodded. "That's an awfully long time. In fact, I'd say you've been here longer than any of our other agents, besides those in my own family of course." She looked down at her desk and begin looking through some papers. It was difficult to read upside down, but Owen thought he caught his name on a few lines. She must have been looking at his personal file. "According to this, you've been looking for a town called Storybrooke all your life, travelling up and down the east coast of America in search of it."

Owen nodded. "On my own time, of course." Ever since he was old enough to travel by himself, he'd spent every vacation looking for Storybrooke and his father. Even if he only had one day off, it would be spent driving through the northeast states. New York, Massachusetts, Maine, everywhere. He never found anything, but still he kept looking. He couldn't give up on his father after all this time.

"Tell me more about this town." The director said.

"Well, my father and I were camping in the woods and it just popped up out of nowhere," Owen explained. "We drove through that area the night before and it was all forest, and then the next day, a whole town magically appeared. There was this woman, the mayor. Her name was Regina. She had the Sheriff's heart, and she was controlling him with it, with magic. She tried to have my dad killed so she could keep me there, but I managed to escape. My father is... still trapped there. And I've been looking for him ever since."

Wendy nodded and walked over to the window. "Ever since I started this organization, I've never heard of anything like this, and believe me, I've been doing this a long time. Longer than you can imagine. This town you're describing... if what you say is true there must be more magic in that place than anywhere we've found so far."

"It is true, Ms. Darling. I've seen it with my own eyes." She smiled and walked back to the desk, handed him a picture. He looked down and saw what seemed to be two ordinary people in a city, one man on a motorcycle and another standing beside him on the sidewalk.

"One of our best people took that picture a few days ago. The man on the motorcycle? That's Pinocchio." Owen's eyebrows shot up, and he looked back at the picture. "She followed him back from an assignment in Hong Kong. Now she's trying to gain the confidence of the other man in the photo, a Neal Cassidy."

Owen nodded, and handed the picture back to the director. "What does all this have to do with me?"

"They were talking about Storybrooke." Owen froze, hardly able to believe what he was hearing. This was what he'd been waiting all his life for, a sign that he was right. Storybrooke did exist, which meant that he may finally be able to find his father.

"They... they know where Storybrooke is?" He tried to keep the excitement out of his voice, but it was impossible for it to go unnoticed.

"Yes, that's why our other agent is getting to know Mr. Cassidy. We hope that he'll be able to lead us to Storybrooke soon," the director said. Then she added with a smile, "And since you have such a personal connection with the town, I'm placing you on the project as well." She leaned down and pressed a button on her desk, but Owen was barely paying attention. He could hardly believe this was happening! Wendy Darling personally assigning him to a full-time search for Storybrooke? It was everything he ever dreamed of.

A few moments later the door to the office opened, and Owen stood to see who had entered. A dark-skinned woman walked inside gracefully and reached for his hand. "You must be Owen," she said with a smile. "My new partner."

He nodded, still not trusting himself to speak. The director then introduced them properly. "Tamara, this is Owen Flynn. Owen, this is Tamara Franklin, my granddaughter."

"It's nice to meet you," he said, and turned back to the director.

"You two will be working very closely together," she said, "So do try to get to know each other. Now, as for your assignment, Tamara will continue to gain Mr. Cassidy's confidence. After this curse is broken, he should make his way to the town. In the mean time, Mr. Flynn, you're going to try to find Pinocchio, August Booth as he goes by in this world. We lost track of him soon after he left New York, and we have reason to believe he was on his way to Storybrooke."

Owen nodded and she handed him a file with the name August Booth printed on the front. The director continued. "If you do find your way to Storybrooke everyone there will know your name. We want to keep a low profile at first, so you'll have to change it. Tamara can help you with that."

He turned as Tamara nodded his way, confirming she could help him change his identity. "Come on," she said, moving toward the door. "I'll help you pick out a whole new identity." Owen started to follow her out the door, but then something stopped him. He turned around and faced the director again.

"Thank you for deciding to give me this assignment. I've been waiting for this my whole life."

"Oh don't thank me," she said modestly. "I'm not the one who gave it to you."

"You're not? But I thought you were in charge of the whole organization."

"Oh no, I just handle the day to day administration. The real overseer of this whole thing is..." she trailed off, and a smile came over her face. "An old friend."

Greg turned around, scanning the beach one more time for any sign of the Lost Ones. "Where are they?" he asked Tamara, but she seemed just as confused as he was.

"I don't know. They're supposed to come looking for you as soon as you set foot on Neverland. At least that's what my grandmother told me." He sighed and looked down at the boy who was still struggling in his grip. He wished this kid would stop fighting him so much so he could focus on the task at hand.

Suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he was spun around before he could protest. Henry slipped from his grip. He tried to reach back for him, but hooded figures were surrounding them, pulling them away from each other. These must be the Lost Ones. One in particular stepped forward and took off his hood. He was tall, with a long scar across his face. Greg had a sinking feeling in his gut that they weren't going to be as friendly as the lost boys he saw in the movie.

"What are you doing here in Neverland?" the boy asked slowly. Greg glanced towards Tamara, since she was the one who knew the most about this land.

"We were sent here by Wendy," she said, but the boy's expression didn't change at all. "We brought the boy you've been looking for, the one who can destroy magic." At that, the boy smirked and turned his attention towards Henry.

"Well, is it true? Are you the one we've been waiting for all this time?" He didn't answer, just stared at the boy with hate in his eyes. The boy smiled and reached in to his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. Greg couldn't see exactly what was on it, but the boy took one glance at it and nodded. "He's the one."

The reaction among the other boys was evident. They seemed surprised that he had finally been found, and relieved that the search was over. They all visibly relaxed, and Greg felt the grip on his arms loosen. "Bag him." One of the boys came up and threw a burlap sack over Henry's head, then they started dragging him over to their boat, him struggling all the way.

The lead boy nodded, and all the others released their hold on Greg and Tamara. "Thank you for bringing him to us," he said, and he turned around to leave. As the other boys jumped back in to the boat, Greg started to panic. They couldn't leave them behind, not after all they went through to find Henry and bring him here. They used magic, opened a portal for goodness' sake.

"Wait, we're coming with you!" he said, and he and Tamara moved toward the boat. The boy held up a hand.

"Your services are no longer required. We can take it from here." He started to turn around again, but Tamara grabbed his shoulder and made him face her again.

"Listen, Felix," she said, and he squinted his eyes. Very few people addressed him by his real name, especially those who weren't from this world. "We've dedicated our lives, given up everything else so that we could get rid of magic once and for all. Both of us have sacrificed more than you know so that we could see this day. So you are going to let us come with you, because not only do you owe us for finding the boy when you couldn't, but Wendy sent us here personally as her representatives, and I would hate to see what happens when he finds out you didn't let us come."

Felix narrowed his eyes, considering all she had to say. After an excruciatingly long moment of thought, he finally gave a barely visible nod. "Fine, you can come with us." he said, a slightly annoyed tone in his voice. He turned and jumped on to the boat, Greg and Tamara climbing in after him. As the boys began to push off, Greg finally got the courage to ask the question he'd been wanting to know that answer to for so long.

"So, who is it exactly that you're working for?" Felix turned around and smiled widely for the first time. Greg felt his heart begin to race in anticipation of the answer.

"Why, Peter Pan of course."