He stared at the boy and realized what he just did. But before he could try to cover it up, Henry spoke,

"How do you know my name?" The boy wasn't accusing him, he looked sincerely curious.

"I—I, er, I am an old friend of your mum's. I knew she had a son named Henry…I, er, I've seen photographs of you. You've grown.

Hook smiled down at the boy who smiled back genuinely.

"Oh. Well, let me just get my visitor pass and we can go up to see my mom." Henry moved past Hook to the young woman, received a pass like his own, and walked back to his side. "Ready?"

"Aye, lad." The words fell from his mouth out of the joy of seeing Henry and knowing he was that much closer to Emma, but in reality, he was nowhere near ready to see her. What state would she be in when he finally saw her? What if his worst fear was realized and he was too late to save her from whatever fate she had fallen victim to.

He followed Henry towards the stairs silently, and halfway up Henry spoke, "How long have you known my mom?"

"Er, quite, quite some time lad. I—I..." He couldn't think of anything but the question that was eating away at him, "What's wrong with Emma?" It sounded desperate, pleading almost. Henry stopped walking when they reached the top of the staircase. "Has she been harmed?" His hand began to shake again out of his control.

Henry looked at Hook with concern and his own worry etched across his face, but something else as well. Was it recognition?

"She…she's sick." The boy's face fell and Hook knelt to the ground before him. His own pain was also on the boy's face. Just then it hit him. In this world, Emma was all Henry had. The only family they possessed was each other. They were given new memories and this boy knew nothing of the family who waited to be reunited back in the Enchanted Forest.

Hook placed his good hand comfortingly on Henry's shoulder. "Everything will be alright lad. Let's go see her." Hook rose up and kept his hand on Henry's shoulder as they walked towards Emma's room.

"This is it." Henry stopped at the door and looked in. Hook stopped suddenly. She was here. His Swan. After all this time, all his searching, he would finally see her again. He had found her, as he promised he would. But Henry said she was sick. How sick? He knew of terrible sicknesses from his days sailing the seas and of his time in Neverland. He would watch helpless as a member of his crew fell ill and slowly slipped into a terrible sickness. He shuddered to think of his Swan as ill as some of his men had fallen. Henry broke him out of his reverie. "C'mon," he said softly as he motioned for Hook to follow him. He walked forward reluctantly, but forward all the same. A curtain was shielding her form from him and finally his labored footsteps brought him around the curtain and he laid eyes on his Swan for the first time in over a year. At first glance he saw his Swan, but as he walked closer, what he saw made his stomach curl.

Her bright green eyes were shut, sunken in with dark bags beneath them. Her once beautiful face was now thin and pale. Her golden blonde hair was fanned around her, but its luster had gone. It was now just a halo of straw. He almost fell to his knees beside her bed. Henry walked around to the other side and looked at his mother lovingly, but extremely sadness and anguish colored his face.

"She's asleep. She's been asleep for the past three weeks. They can't wake her." Henry said as he reached down and took her hand in his.

"What…what do the doctors say is wrong with her?" Hook's voice cracked on the last word.

"They don't know. It's nothing they have ever seen before. There's nothing physically wrong with her. Her body is just apparently shutting down." Tears began to stream down Henry's face as he spoke.

Hook looked back to Emma and too her other hand in his.

"Oh, Emma, love, please forgive me. I have failed you."

"Forgive you for what?" Henry asked, looking to Hook.

"I have failed her, Henry. I have failed you both." Hook's head fell as his own tears burned in his eyes dangerously close to falling.