Neal shook his head. "Emma. They said it, but I didn't believe it. My sweet, innocent, not-even-done-with-high-school Emma, now one of the top detectives in town."

"Jail time changes you, Neal."

"I'm sorry, Emma. I didn't mean for you to go to jail. But then I received a tip that if you went to jail there, they would be able to find your parents for you. I knew you wanted that."

"And you believed it?"

"Em, I'm just a year older than you."

She sighed. "Well, I appreciate the thought. You may be pleased to know I finished high school, and college, and am now a middle school teacher. 8th grade."

"Really? That's great!"

"And... I wasn't going to track down your phone number to tell you... but you might want to know... about a month and a half into that jail sentence, I found out I was pregnant."

"What?!"

"We... have a... son."

"What?!"

"Yeah, I gave him up for adoption when he was born."

"Emma... I have a..."

"Yeah. You do."

"That - that-" He shook his head. "Wow."

"Yeah. Anyway, why are you here? Were you just coming to apologize?"

"No, I've been trying for 8 years, I'd almost given up on finding you. I was actually looking for the best detectives in town, and they said Emma Swan, Belle French, and Ruby Lucas were the best."

Emma shrugged. "We like to think we are. What do you need detectives for?"

"Well, have any of you heard about the murder of Milah Gold?"

"Yeah. That was a while back. They said her husband did it, but they dropped the case."

"Cause he bought them off. But I want it investigated again, cause he did it."

"Why do you care, Neal?"

He sighed. "Let's just say... my name wasn't always Cassidy."

"What?"

"I used to be Neal Gold."

"What? So... Mr. and Mrs. Gold are..."

"My parents."