Mal sighed quietly as she lay in her hospital bed. Ever since that storm had brought her and her friends through, she hadn't been able to catch a single moment of peace. Especially with the town sheriff Emma Swan harping at her.

"Miss Swan, I understand that you're trying to help us, but, I would also like the slightest chance to sleep. I will not reveal my bloodline or my relations to you. I will only reveal myself to my mother. I will however give you a hint as to my identity. You are walking the thin line between a dragon tolerating you, and eating you."

Emma froze. Immediately, she knew who the kid was.

"I've messed up enough with your family. I'll go find your mother and leave you alone. Welcome to Storybrooke."