Robin wakes up as Roland repeatedly taps his shoulder. "Morning my boy," he says with a smile, letting his eyes slowly adjust to the sunlight thats peeking through the drafty window of the hotel room. A horn blares in the distance.

"Papa! We're going to America! We're going on a ship, Papa!" Roland can't contain his excitement. Robin chuckles.

"Yes we are, little man, we're going to America." He himself is quite excited, though he misses their home.

Roland jumps off the bed and scurries over to their bags, pulling out a piece of paper and a pencil. He sits down and begins doodling. Robin smiles, walking to look out the window at the view. From his room, he can see the Titanic perched at the dock.

While looking at it, he begins to think back to his home, the Enchanted Forest. Only a month ago he and Roland had been hunting and camping in the forest with his Merry Men, dodging Sheriff Nottingham and avoiding the Evil Queen's Black Knights at every turn. They'd been living a dangerous life as outlaws, but Robin had to admit, it was fun. Their lives were good, they stole from the rich and gave to the poor. He'd lost his wife, Marian, when Roland was born, but they'd done alright. After all, he'd had his Merry Men. They were his family.

Just a month ago he and Roland had been hunting a wild boar through the dark forest when suddenly they came upon a lake. Robin had been through the forest hundreds of times, he knew it by heart, and never had he once come upon this lake before. Curiously he and his boy walked up to the water. Robin bent down to take a sip, but when he touched it, it suddenly began to swirl. Before he and Roland could back away, they were sucked down. After a moment of utter fear and confusion, Robin's feet hit the ground. Opening his eyes, he knew immediately that they were in a different world. He felt Roland grab his leg tightly. He patted the boy's head to comfort him, all the while taking in his new surroundings. They had wandered up and down cobblestone streets with strange looking shops and people dressed in odd clothes.

Robin is pulled out of his trance when Roland speaks. "Papa, I'm hungry."

Shaking his head and taking his eyes away from the ship outside, he turns to Roland and gives him a smile, "Well get dressed son and we can go get something to eat." Roland flashes a wide smile, dimples on full display, then jumps up and begins changing out of his pajamas. Robin repacks their two travel bags with their little belongings and after a few minutes, they're leaving the room heading out of the hotel.

Regina wakes with a start. She hadn't slept well. She woke up several times during the night, as she'd done every night since Robin's death, seeing the love of her life fall lifeless to the floor in her office as Hades smiled viciously from across the room.

She sat up quickly, not immediately recognizing where she was. Henry, feeling her sudden movement, wakes up himself. "Hey, mom, its ok" he reassures her as he notices her fearful look. She turns to him as the events of the day before reenter her mind. She gives him a small smile.

"Yes, Henry, I know." Regina starts to feel hope returning to her. "Come on lets get up and wake Emma and Hook," she says as she steps out of bed.

A few minutes later, she and Henry have dressed in the travel attire they'd bought the day before. Regina was not too keen on wearing the floor length starchy gown she'd picked out. Today she's wearing a deep red dress that's cut low on her chest. The corset squeezing her breasts tightly, showing off their plump, voluptuous shape. The gown reminded her a little too much of her Evil Queen days, but she had to admit, it did look good on her. Regina and Henry gather their bags and leave the room, meeting Emma and Hook outside of their door.

"Damn, Regina, I thought the point of buying these ridiculous outfits was to avoid standing out," Emma gestures to Regina's chest. "You're the furthest thing from discrete in that dress," her annoyance evident in her voice.

"Miss Swan, if you're jealous then maybe you should've bought a different dress," she smirks at her with an air of confidence. Regina'd always been proud of her body, after all she worked very hard to keep herself in pristine shape.

Hook rolls his eyes at the two women, "thats enough you two. Now, whats the plan?"

"We're gonna grab some food then board the ship," Emma replies simply as her stomach let out a low growl.

Regina's confidence wavers slightly. She's nervous. She hadn't really thought about how she was going to approach Robin.

"Mom, what's wrong?" Henry senses her uneasiness and places his hand on hers, attempting to comfort her. She brings her eyes to meet his.

"Do you think this'll work?" She asks, her voice coming out shaky. She turns to Emma. "How am I suppose to convince Robin to come back with us. He'll think I'm crazy, talking about being from the future." She pauses briefly before continuing "And how do I meet him? He doesn't know me, but I know him so well, I'm gonna scare him! What if sees me as the Evil Queen?" She's clearly starting to panic.

"Woah, woah, Regina, calm down. Robin is your soulmate. It may be difficult but he will believe you, I know it." Emma says reassuringly.

"How— how do you know?" A tear rolls down Regina's cheek and she brings her gaze to the floor.

"Because I have faith. I believe in you Regina. Robin believes in you. He loves you. He just doesn't know it yet." She gives Regina a sweet smile. Regina can't help it as her lips begin to curve up in a smile of her own.

"It'll be fine, love." Hook adds, wanting to help comfort the distraught and clearly broken woman, "And I don't think you have anything to worry about, especially in that dress. We all know you're his type," he smirks suggestively. Emma nudges him lightly to get him to shut up. Regina rolls her eyes but her smile stays intact.

"Ok. Lets go then."

Regina hooks her arm in Henry's and the four of them make their way out of the hotel and down the street to a small restaurant. They quickly eat their breakfast and get in line to board the ship.

The crowd is worse than the day before. There are people everywhere. Some are dressed in prim and proper clothes, adorned with hats and gloves, walking tall and turning their noses up, clearly thinking they're better than anyone else. As they make their way to the passenger ramp they spot the red-headed girl and her mother a few paces ahead of them.

"So this is the ship they say is unsinkable?" they hear the older woman say, turning to a man in a grey suit with a top hat.

"It is unsinkable!" he responds "God himself can't sink this ship."

"Ha! Don't think so pal" Emma comments a little too loud. The man turns around, having heard her comment. He was about to scold her when caught sight of her long blond hair and her quite beautiful figure. His eyes rake her body, up and down. Hook notices this man's eye's wandering over his girlfriend, (who hadn't noticed as she was looking back to make sure Regina and Henry were right behind them) narrowing his eyes at him, he clutches Emma closely to him. The man gives Hook a glaring look, then proceeds to turn around and place his arm around the red-head, Rose. She visibly flinches at the contact but continues to make her way up the ramp.

Robin and Roland enter their room in the third class compartment of the ship. It is small, with two sets of bunk beds, but it's perfect. Robin begins to unpack as Roland hops on the bed rolling around and giggling. He can't help the smile that creeps on his face as he watches his son.

The door to their room opens. Robin and Roland look up to see two young men enter the room, smiling widely.

"Hi, I'm Jack Dawson," the first one says, holding out his hand, politely greeting his new roommates for the trip.

"Robin Locksley," he responds, shaking the younger man's hand pleasantly, "And this is my son, Roland," Robin places a hand on his son's back. Roland looks up shyly and lets out a quiet "Hi"

"Very nice to meet you Roland," he sticks out a hand and Roland shakes it, copying his father. "And you Robin" Jack says nodding to him. "This is my friend, Tommy," he gestures to the man behind him.

"Pleasure," Tommy says, shaking both Robin and Roland's hands.

"We're gonna go out on the boat deck, wave goodbye to the crowd," Jack says, pointing behind his shoulder, depositing his bag on the bunk bed opposite Robin.

"Oh Papa can I go? Please?" Roland gives his father a pleading look, eyes wide and impossible to deny.

"We'll both go, my boy" Robin chuckles as his son hops up excitedly, grabbing his hand and practically pulling Robin out of the room behind Jack and Tommy.

They climb up the many floors until they reach the boat deck. The four of them wave goodbye to no one in particular as the ship blares its horn once more and begins moving out of the harbor. After a few minutes, the crowd on deck begins to disperse, most people heading back to their rooms. Jack, Tommy, Robin, and Roland decide to stay out on deck and enjoy the view. They discuss their lives. Robin tells them about Marian and how his boy is incredibly mischievous. Jack and Tommy relive stories about their many adventures in Europe. In the middle of one of his stories, Jack falls silent. His eyes have fallen on a beautiful red-head standing at the first-class balcony. Tommy and Robin follow his gaze.

"Always the dreamer," Tommy smirks, shaking his head.

"Ah, come on mate, it is the ship of dreams after all," Robin replies, smirking himself. The mysterious first class woman, feeling Jack's stare, looks down at him. He smiles back at her. She turns to leave as a first-class man approaches her. They speak briefly before she stomps off, clearly upset.

They continue to sit on the benches on the deck. The four of them enjoying each other's company. Jack is trying to figure out a way to find the woman again to speak to her. Tommy keeps telling him how crazy he is, pining for a woman he has no chance of getting with. Robin laughs lightly at their bickering and looks around at the open ocean around them. His eyes scan the deck. There's several groups of people perched around the deck devouring the view of the afternoon sun on the wide expanse of ocean. He sees parents pointing dolphins out to their children, a man drawing a portrait of a young man and woman (probably newlyweds, Robin thinks to himself), and a group of four people deep in conversation. He's suddenly intrigued by this group. A dark haired man and a blond woman are facing him, while a boy, one maybe 10 years older than Roland, and another woman with long dark curly hair, have their backs to him. He finds himself looking the dark haired woman up and down from behind. Even in an expensive first-class starchy gown, he can see her beautiful curves.

"He's checking you out," Emma says to Regina, noticing Robin admiring Regina from afar.

"Good," Regina nods slightly. "Now he's seen me and we can return to our rooms." They had decided that he best course of action was to let Robin get sight of her and let him approach her on his own.

Robin can't stop himself from staring. He knows its not polite. As captivating as she is from behind, he wants to see her face. As if right on cue, the woman turns around. His breath catches in his throat. She's the most beautiful woman he's ever seen, and oh so familiar, but he can't place it. He feels as if he's seen her before. Maybe in the Enchanted Forest? But that can't be possible, he thinks to himself. He makes eye contact with her and smiles at her sheepishly, slightly embarrassed for being caught staring. After a moment she returns the smile, before walking toward the stairs to the first class section of the ship.

"Wow, Robin, and I thought Jack was crazy," Tommy laughs heartily, having seen Robin's reaction to the woman.

"That a boy" Jack says, patting Robin's back, smiling brightly.

They stand up to leave the boat deck. Robin smiles to himself, visualizing the woman's warm chocolate eyes on his, seeing her beautiful body turn to face him, her perfect red lips curving up in a smile, her round voluptuous breasts rising and falling with each breath. Holding Roland's hand, he follows Jack and Tommy down the steps back to their room, all the while unable to shake the feeling that there's something familiar about this mysterious goddess of a woman.