Emma had to admit, as much as she knew this would work, she was quite nervous – the 'what if's' floating around in her mind. What if this didn't work? What if Neal was captured by police while she was gone? What if Neal didn't want her when all was said and done? What if she was left alone, broke because Neal took all the money?

The blonde took a deep breath as she stood in front of the train station. This had to work. It just had to. Everything would be okay. She had to keep thinking that.

"Okay Emma," she murmured to herself. "Let's do it." Neal's face had been so happy when she came up with this plan. She couldn't let him down because she was afraid what would happen. She straightened her back, before heading inside. She held her bag close to her, looking around as if she didn't know where exactly she was supposed to go, to try and avoid the stares of the police that were standing there. She passed them quickly, going to the lockers. Looking around to make sure no one was looking at her, she pulled the door open with Neal's key.

The watches were beautiful. She almost didn't want to give them up, but she knew that walking around with stolen watches would be a lot more dangerous than just turning them in to the police and making the money that way.

The 'proper' way, as she heard one of her foster mothers say in her head.

"Um, excuse me?" she called to one of the officers, who turned. "I think there's something in here you will want to see…" She bit her lip, for effect.

The officer and his partner started making their way over to her. She stood aside, allowing the officers to see into the locker. It was so strange, actually trusting the police instead of running away from them, but she knew Neal wanted to start over with his life, and so she would do this for him. Perhaps she would learn to trust them too, depending how the rest of her life went after tonight.

"Oh my God," one officer said to the other. "Radio those in Arizona. Tell them we found those watches."

Emma feigned shock. "Watches? You mean as in this man?" She pulled out the wanted posted. "I-I found it in a coffee shop." It wasn't a lie, really. It's where Neal had found it.

The officer nodded. "You are going to be a very lucky woman, Miss…"

"Swan. Emma Swan," she said. "Lucky how?"

"Reward money. The jewelry store is offering twenty thousand dollars, the value of these watches, for anyone who finds them, and since you found them…"

"I get the reward money…" Emma finished. "Wow… twenty thousand dollars. I never thought I'd get so lucky." Which again, wasn't fully a lie. Twenty grand wasn't anything she thought she'd be able to come by.

"We need your phone number, so the store owner can contact you about the reward money," the officer said. Emma nodded, and gave him her number.

"Do you know exactly when they'll contact me?" Emma asked.

"A couple of days from now, at the latest, I would imagine." His partner nodded.

Okay. They could wait that long. Neal could go up to Canada for safety, and she would follow him once the money was wired to her account. This was working. "Okay," Emma said, smiling at them. "Thank you officers." The smile was genuine, because she really was thankful that they were both buying it, and she was grateful to have money to start her life with Neal.

"You're free to go, Miss. We'll call you if we need anything," one of the officers said. Emma noted his badge said 'Jones' on it.

"Thank you," Emma said, smiling as she walked away.

An alleyway; Neal P.O.V.

Neal wanted to pace in front of the train station, but he knew how wrong that would look. He didn't want anyone to think that something was wrong, even though to absolutely was wrong. He was nervous – what was taking so long? He really hoped Emma didn't get in trouble, or held back by the police for something she herself might have done in the past.

The man ran a hand through his hair and sighed. Damn, he needed a cigarette, but he'd quit when he realized he was falling in love with Emma.

He looked at his watch, sighing again. He really hoped Emma would be back soon.

Running footsteps had him looking up, and he saw a widely grinning Emma Swan launch herself into his arms. "I did it! They're going to transfer the money into my account in a couple of days. We're free now Neal!"

Neal laughed as he caught her, taking her over to the Bug so they could talk privately. He kissed her deeply, grinning against her mouth. "I knew you could do it." Even if he had been very nervous about Emma actually being able to get back.

They jumped at a tapping on the window. A man, who didn't appear to be a cop, was standing outside their car. Neal's eyes glanced around, making sure they weren't parked illegally, or blocking anyone in, and they weren't, so he frowned, Emma having the same look.

The man gestured for Emma to roll down her window, and she did so, halfway, not giving the man any room to try anything funny - just enough to talk.

"Who are you?" she snapped.

"My name is August. I'm your guardian."

Emma laughed. "Guardian? Oh, that's rich. If you're a guardian, where the hell have you been? My life has been hell. I've had no guardian."

Neal had never heard her laugh so hard, but she was right – if this man was her 'guardian', why did he apparently leave her alone for who-knew-how-long?

"This world is full of temptations. I was distracted, and then… I wasn't able to find you. Emma is a common name in this world."

'This world'? Oh man, this guy must have escaped from the hospital down the street. Neal and Emma could only stare at him.

Emma P.O.V

Someone at the agency must have sent this guy to freak her out – straighten her into a better life. Well, it clearly wasn't going to look – not now that she and Neal had decided to change their lives for the better.

"What exactly do you mean by 'this world'? Everyone is from this planet, unless you're one of those that think you were abducted by aliens from Mars or something." Her lips twitched into a sarcastic grin.

He, apparently, didn't find it funny.

"I'm serious! You need to get away from this man!"

Emma snorted. "Why?"

"Because you have a destiny to fulfill, and you can't do it with him!" the man, August, said.

"Whatever destiny I have will obviously happen because it's, you know, my destiny. Can't I be happy and do my 'destiny' at the same time?"

August seemed flustered. "B-because!"

Emma laughed. "So, what is this 'destiny' that I have?"

"There is a curse that was placed on our land…" Oh, there he was again with the weird land thing, "and you are the one that is supposed to break it."

"A curse. Really?" Emma asked, raising an eyebrow.

Neal P.O.V

The word 'curse' had Neal's head snap up, the laughter gone from his eyes. This man was from that realm? They'd heard about the curse in Neverland – a pirate that had joined Hook's crew just before Wendy and her brothers brought him to London was from that world, fearful of a curse.

And Emma was the one that was going to break it?

He'd thought he'd left magic behind in Neverland, but the thought of having it back… was quite tempting.

"Emma – Emma…" he said. "Maybe we should hear him out. I mean, otherwise he might not leave us alone."

Emma rolled her eyes, but sighed. "Alright." She opened her car door, and Neal did the same. He made his way to Emma, taking her hand, silently warning the man that he wasn't going to deal with any jokes – not if it involved the realm his leader came from.

"Take a look at this…" August said, lifting up the cover of the box on the back of what he assumed was his motorcycle.

Neal gazed inside, and his eyes widened. His costume from Neverland. He never thought he'd see it again.

Emma though, seemed to see something else.

E.P.O.V

Her blanket. She didn't understand. She'd left it in the trunk, with the rest of her meager belongings. It wasn't possible that he could have snuck it into his box. Neal would have noticed while she was gone, and they both would have heard something while they were in the car.

"How did you get my blanket?" She went to reach in, but August slammed it shut.

"It's not your blanket, and it's not… whatever it was you saw," he said. "It was a vision of what your mind wanted to see."

Emma frowned. "How does this prove that I'm any sort of savior for any sort of curse?"

August frowned too. "Don't you get it? Your parents sent you to this world in this blanket."

"I know that, genius. They dumped me on the side of the freeway and left me in it," Emma said.

The man, the stranger, shook his head. "No. I was sent with you. I'm the one in the newspaper. But I lied and said you were found on the side of the road because that seemed to be the most normal here!"

Emma was slowly beginning to get frightened. This man was much more paranoid than she'd originally thought.

But even so, this was weird. Completely not normal. Could it be possible?

No. This was ridiculous.

"I'll make sure she breaks this 'curse' thing, alright? Can you leave us alone now?" Neal asked, obviously sensing Emma's discomfort. "You're scaring her."

August stared. "You're kidding. You don't believe in this? After I confirmed that I was the one that found her? After what you saw in the box?"

"Listen, just tell us what Emma has to do in order to break the curse, and we'll take care of it."

August growled. "On her twenty eights birthday, she has to make her way to a town called Storybrooke. Destiny will guide her from there."

Neal nodded. "Fine. Now go away."

August sighed. "You'll believe fully one day Emma. I know it."

Emma couldn't help it. She didn't feel fear too much, but this was just insane. Neal led her back to the car, helping her in, before they quickly drove away, Emma clutching the seat just a little tighter than normal.