The two had reached the ground. Hook held out his hand to help Emma down, holding onto it a moment too long. Snow noticed.

"Are you hurt?" asked Snow, grabbing her daughter in a hug.

"I just got cut. That's all. No big deal," said Emma.

"By him?" whispered Snow.

"No. I cut my hand on the beanstalk, Hook helped clean it up," explained Emma.

"And you got the compass?" asked Aurora

Emma nodded, holding up the compass by the chain.

"We should move out. Who knows where Cora is," said Mulan.

The five of them walked for a long time before reaching another clearing where they decided to make camp.

"Someone should keep watch for Cora," said Snow.

"I can do it," said Hook.

"No. I don't care what Emma says. I don't trust him," said Aurora. "Who knows if he's working for Cora or not?"

"I'll stay up with him," volunteered Emma.

"Emma, you don't need to do that," said Snow.

"No, it's okay. Probably won't be able to sleep after that experience," said Emma. Finally, the other three women agreed and they set up camp.

"Lovely. The two of us alone again," said Hook, sitting down next to her. Emma just gave him a look.

"Knowing Cora, she will probably try to catch up with us," said Hook trying to make conversation. She just looked at him and nodded.

"And she'll probably throw us all off with that shape-shifting thing she can do," replied Emma.

"Ah, so you've experienced that have you?" Emma just nodded again.

"Is that why you're so afraid to trust me, love?" asked Hook.

"What - ?"

"There's a chance I could really be Cora disguised as Killian Jones."

"No that's not why I don't trust you. I do trust you," said Emma, lying.

"You're lying, Swan. For someone who can tell when anyone is lying, you're rubbish at it yourself," said Hook.

Emma was just silent.

"Don't worry darling, if I'm correct about that compass pointing to what you truly want, I'll forgive you," winked Hook.

Emma looked at the compass; it was around her neck for safekeeping so it wouldn't fall. Sure enough, it was still pointing at Hook.

"Why don't you trust me?" asked Hook, all playfulness gone.

"I already told you. I do trust you. It's just - you remind me of someone, that's all." Emma was getting annoyed.

"The one that broke your heart," said Hook, moving closer to Emma.

Emma didn't say anything.

"Try something new, darling. Trust me." Hook moved even closer, so their legs were touching. Emma tried to stay calm. This was all scaring her. Every time she tried to open up and let someone in, something happened to them: Neal had betrayed her, Graham died in her arms, August changed back into a puppet.

"It's just that -" Emma started, not knowing if or how she should say it. Hook raised an eyebrow, encouraging her to go on. "Every time I let someone in, something happens. Someone died in my arms, Hook," she said.

Hook could empathize with this. After all, Milah had died in his arms.

"How did he die, lass?" asked Hook.

"Regina - Cora's daughter - didn't like it that he had moved on from her and so she crushed his heart," said Emma, tears pricking at her eyes at the memory. It had been well over a year since Graham died, but it still hurt her to think about it.

"Well, we're more alike than you think we are," said Hook, wiping a tear that dared escape Emma's eyes with his thumb.

"Yeah, I guess we are," said Emma.

"But don't worry, love. It'll take a lot more than your trust issues and vengeful people to get rid of me," promised Hook.