Hey Everyone!

So, I got a lovely review that had a couple questions about the story, which I am happy to clarify!

A) Why Is Graham alive?

Well, as I mentioned in the Summery, there will be a version of 5B (in my story, they did go to the Underworld!) told in flashbacks; however, it will be canon divergent – so I promise you WILL see how Graham is back in the real world – but I don't want to spoil how! (Hint – he was down there, he hadn't moved on!)

B) The summery says nobody will have their memories of the past few years?

That's my bad! I meant to say, Killian will not have his most recent memories—everybody else does. Fixed it! I wanted to make the summery longer, but the darn thing cut some of it off – sorry guys!

I very much appreciate the review, and hope that clears some stuff up! As a matter of fact, we'll learn a little about Killian's mindset right now...

Storybrooke

2am

The briny scent of seawater rose, permeating Killian's olfactory senses with the familiar, consoling sensation of being in proximity to the ocean. The Enchanted Forest, Neverland, The Land Without Magic; it mattered not. The water would always be a part of him.

Stealing silently across the deck of the Jolly Roger, wraith-like under the moon and in his element aboard the ship, Killian surveyed his surroundings. The Jolly was docked at a port, and there seemed to be some sort of fishery on the shore nearby, but other than the soft rustling of the wind in the folded sails, there was no noise.

Which begged another question. Where was Cora? They had just now gone through the portal to Storybrooke together.

It was not as though he desired her companionship; rather, he harbored a deep-rooted distrust of the erratic witch, and wished to keep her whereabouts under proper scrutiny and observation, in the event she decided their newly divergent plans might pose a threat to her.

"Cora?" he called softly into the night. "It seems we have arrived."

There was no response, and he made another attempt, "Is that it, then, love? Have we parted ways? You to reconcile with your daughter, and I to slay my crocodile?"

Still, nobody answered him. Either Cora had proceeded with her own plans, or was on her way to hinder his own. No matter the case, Killian was not going to wait to finish his own mission.

There was a magnificent cutlass in his quarters, and it was eager to bite reptilian flesh.

With haste, he finished crossing the deck and, mindful of the fact Cora might still be lurking somewhere on board, he quietly opened the cabin door and began to gingerly descend into the room – which was, surprisingly, illuminated, and by something that seemed to be much more robust than mere candlelight.

Before he could concern himself as to what it was, he heard a gentle female voice murmuring into the stillness of the air, and he froze midway down the ladder. "Sometimes I think I come here more for my sake than yours. Don't tell grandma, but I feel closer to him here than at the cemetery. Ya know? Everyone thinks I should be ready to move on. Maybe I should be."

Still on the ladder, Killian carefully turned his head. What the devil had happened to his cabin?

On the ledge near his bed lie a large white pad that almost appeared to be a mattress, but was much too thin. Next to it was a red box that read 'Huggies', with a very lifelike image of a swaddled infant depicted on it. Killian had no idea what it might have to do with hugs. In the opposite corner of the room, there was a new piece of furniture which appeared similar to an infant cradle; however, it seemed a very grotesque, crude model with much higher sides, which were decorated with something that looked like very thin, densely knit fishing nets.

And in the center of the cabin, sitting in a chair with her back to him, was the woman who was speaking, her blonde head rising up over the backrest.

Somehow, even without seeing her face, Killian knew it was Swan.

"Good evening, Darling. If I may be so intrusive as to ask, just what are you doing on my ship?"