Henry stared at the book. It seemed so long ago that he was traveling to Maine to tell him mom that she was, well, his mom. It seemed so long ago that she lifted the curse. He couldn't even remember how many curses had been cast since. Regina had once told him that he'd have more family than he would know what to do with, and he did. He had two mothers, with two boyfriends. He had Snow and Charming for grandparents, along with Rumplestiltskin and Belle. And there was Zelena and Pan, also related. But Pan was dead, and Zelena was banished.

"What're you doing up here?" Robin asked, sitting down on the bed next to Henry. Henry shoved the book under the covers, along with the Author's pen. He didn't want anyone knowing he still had it.

"I'm just ... thinking."

"Well, don't hurt yourself. Regina and I are going out. Would you mind looking after Rolan? Snow's downstairs with the baby if you need her."

"Yeah. No problem," Henry said. Robin left, and Henry pulled the pen and book out from under his pillows. He opened to the next blank page. He dipped the pen in ink, and then pressed it to the page. Before he could write anything, change the feeling of absolute uselessness, the house shook. Henry dropped the book and ran to the window, pen clutched in his hand and dripping ink. A green cloud was rolling the way through Storybrooke. Henry recognized it immediately. It was a curse.

Henry ran downstairs.

"Henry!" Snow called out. She was clutching Robin's baby in one arm, and holding Rolan's hand with the other. "Find your mother!"

"Which one?"

"Both of them! Someone with magic!"

Henry ran out the door. Wind was blowing every which way. He clutched to the fence. "Mom!" he called out. Someone else answered his call. Right before the green cloud enveloped him, an older boy appeared. He was wearing green, and had brown hair. His eyes were green, matching his clothes. Henry recognized him immediately.

"Pan," he said. "But you're dead!"

"Come on, Henry," he said. "I'm here to help."

The green cloud enveloped them, but then it dissipated. If this was a real curse, it should have taken them somewhere. But everyone was just where they had been before.

"What happened?" Henry asked.

"Oh, I took their memory," Pan said. "I didn't need them to go anywhere, just to think they had."

"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

"Oh, you wish. But you see, heart can be split and shared."

"Who would give you their heart?" Henry asked sourly.

"You, Henry. You split your heart with me the moment you thrust it into my chest on Neverland. While you live, I can't die."