HOOK'S POV

It was almost three and I was beginning to lose hope when I heard her voice from behind me.

"So tell me who she is. My mother, that is." She demanded. This would be tricky. Mary Margaret had been specific. I couldn't tell Emma anything until she could talk to her first. But I had to say something to make her come with me. To make her realise how important all of this was. I had the spell Gold had given me but it was only supposed to be a last resort.

"Your mother. Yes. I can tell you all that when we get there. Are you ready?" I asked, leading her to where the car Regina leant me was parked. I wasn't a bad driver considering I was used to a bigger vessel and choppier waters than a highway but I had managed to get here in one piece.

"No. I don't know if I can trust you yet. You have to tell me something I know is true." She said.

"Ok how about this. I come from a town full of story characters and magic. I am a pirate who fights a boy who will never age and I have a hook for a hand which I am not wearing right now because I was told not to scare you off." I said all in one breath. She looked at me like I was crazy which was understandable.

"I knew this was a waste of my time. I'm off, you should get back to the mental home before they notice you're missing." She waved and turned away. This was my last chance. I had to use Gold's magic. I ran up behind her and she turned around. I threw the tube of gold dust in her face and she coughed and spluttered.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" She yelled, wiping her face. I could see the change. Her eyes went foggy and she stood still for a moment before falling sideways. I caught her just before she fell to the ground. She was lighter than I thought she would be, perhaps she didn't get fed well here.

Well, there was only one part of the plan left to execute. I had to bring Emma home.