Her back slammed against the wall, but she really didn't mind. Her thoughts were else ware as Greg kissed her furiously. His had trailing up her side. They only had a few minutes, so they wasted no time shedding their clothes. Tamara moaned as Greg began kissing down her neck. His calm, "Shh" was a reminder that they weren't alone at Granny's inn, and that Neal would be out of the shower any time. So she threw all of her energy into their hook-up. Forcing herself not to think about Neal.

Just three rooms away, Neal turned off the water and wrapped a towel around his lower half. "Tamara" He walked out of the bathroom. He had just remembered he needed to tell her that he was taking Henry to the park tomorrow and wouldn't be able to take her to lunch. He walked around to the chest of drawers where a single piece of paper sat. The paper read, Went on a tampon run. Be back soon. –T He shrugged and picked up his cell phone. It irked him that he was sort of relieved she wasn't there; it would give him a chance to call Emma. It was 10:13, but he figured Emma was still up. He needed to ask her what they were going to do to celebrate Easter. He thought it would be fun to hide eggs for Henry. He sat down on the bed and listened to the call back tone, waiting in anticipation for her voice. When it finally came on it said, You've reached Emma Swan, sorry I can't get to the phone. So call back. He hated how disappointed he was in himself for missing her voice so much. After all he had just heard it and seen her this afternoon. There was no reason he should be feeling this way.

In fact over at her apartment, Emma had already gone to bed. At 10:02 to be exact. That is when she had turned out her lights and closed her eyes. Henry and her parents had retreated to their beds an hour earlier, so the house was quiet. To quiet. Emma was sound asleep when the lock on her bedroom window turned seemingly from the inside. The window opened slowly and quietly and the cool air seeped in. Emma felt a breeze and woke up; she was a few seconds too late though. She turned and her eyes opened wide as Hook's free hand muffled her scream and his hook knocked her unconscious. Hook was almost out the window with Emma thrown over his shoulder, when he heard a vibrating noise. The screen lit up and the words, Incoming call flashed on the screen. Hook scowled, and took one last look in the room and then was off, into the night.

"I should go" Tamara whispered to Greg, who wouldn't stop kissing her neck. They were both lying naked under the sheets on his bed. "No, don't stay, screw Neal." Then he suddenly sat up, "No wait, I take that back, please do not Screw Neal." She chuckled, "I won't, but you know the plan. I have to stay with him, and he can't get suspicious, so I really" She slowed down emphasizing really, as she pecked him on the cheek on last time, "have to go." He grunted and moved away as she pushed back the covers and stood up. Tamara never wanted to be mean or cruel to anyone. She didn't want to lie, especially to Neal, he was nice enough, but the plan would never succeed without him. So she mentally prepared herself to go back and be the "loving" fiancé to one Neal Cassidy.

In every way shape and form Neal didn't want to be this kind of guy. The kind of guy he was considering being. Emma hadn't answered her phone after at least 5 calls and he needed to hear her voice. It sounded cliché and stupid, but he couldn't sleep. Even when Tamara had returned and they had both gotten in bed, even with her snuggled up against him, he couldn't get Emma out of his head. So therefore, Neal was considering getting up and tiptoeing over to his jacket and blue jeans, putting them on, grabbing his cell phone and going over to Emma's. Once there he figured he would do something like throw rocks at her window, until she woke up and noticed he was there. Then would come the hard part, convincing her to let him in. He almost decided not to go, but he needed to see her, needed to talk to her. So he did. Only unlike his ideal plan, she never came to the window. So, stubborn as he was, he climbed the pipe along the side of the building. He was ever so used to flying up to windows, but climbing came easily enough. The window was slightly ajar, a detail he hadn't caught from the ground. Emma was not in her room, not in her bathroom, and all else in the house was silent. He walked over to the nightstand and found her phone with 7 missed calls. There is no way she would leave without her phone. Suddenly, Neal was reminded of something. He remembered arriving at a window all those years ago and the person he had come for was gone, window slightly ajar, and then he knew, Hook. Hook was back in Storybrooke and had kidnapped Emma. Just then the door to Emma's room opened slightly. A sleepy Henry peeked in, having awoken and heard the rocks on the window. "Dad?" He asked, " Where is Mom?"