Emma looked at the abandoned castle. What happened, she wondered. The windows were covered up, chains locked the doors, and siding was falling off. A sudden chill brought goosebumps to Emma's skin. Maybe staying outside is for the best, she thought. She was looking for a place to sit when she heard a yip in the distance. She searched for Pongo but by the time she spotted him he'd already found his way into the building.

"Pongo!" Emma shouted, darting after him. She made it to the poorly boarded up entrance and pried a board away. As she stepped inside she was grateful for her boots because glass littered the floor. Meandering through the empty open layout she felt a strange sense of familiarity. It crept over her skin like a chill in the air. Pongo's tiny barks brought her to a large set of doors that opened to a big room with a marvelous staircase. There's no way this was always a machine shed.

Pongo took off, going up the stairs and out of Emma's view. "Pongo, get back here!" Emma ran after him and found him in front of several paintings. Her skin crawled as she felt oddly connected to this place. Who were these people? Emma stared at the paintings for only a second more before facing the empty room. "Hello! Anybody home?"

"Did you hear that?"

August dropped another grape in his mouth, swallowed. "No."

Neal stood up. "Come on." He moved from one of the many bedrooms to the great hall before ending up in the ballroom where he saw a girl walking around. "Hey! What are you doing?" The girl looked up, fear lacing her expression, and took off towards the stairs. "Hey! Stop! Hold on a minute!" Neal ran after her and when they stopped in front of the many paintings he panted. "How did you get in h-here?" Neal was struck dumb when he saw a pair of forest green eyes staring back at him. Emilia? Neal shook his head trying to gain the use of his vocal chords back.

"Excuse me," August said, snapping the tension.

"August," Neal whispered in a rush. "This is who we've been waiting for." He looked down at the thing next to her and rolled his shoulders. "A dog."

"Are you Neal?" Hands on hips, Emma stood tall, hoping to be intimidating.

"Cute," Neal mumbled. "Perhaps. That all depends on who's looking for him."

Emma shrugged off the cute comment, sincerely hoping it was directed towards the dog. "I'm Emma and I need a ticket. They say you're the man to see even though I can't tell you who said that." Neal was only a breath away and Emma felt another wave a familiarity.

Neal started circling Emma. The name alone was no coincidence, this had to be her.

"Why are you circling me?" Emma demanded. "What, were you a vulture in another life?"

"I'm sorry – I'm sorry, Enya."

"It's Emma." Emma's frustration radiated, filling the large room.

"Right," Neal said, still struggling to form complete sentences. Way to go idiot, you couldn't even get her name right. "Emma, it's just that you, well, you look an awful lot like- You know what never mind. You said you were looking for a ticket?"

"I'm looking to get to the Enchanted Forest."

Neal, yet again, stared, unable to speak. What were the chances? This girl was the whole package. "You want to go to the Enchanted Forest?" Neal risked a glance back at August but found him preoccupied with that dog. Rolling his eyes, he focused back on the green ones staring at him with curiosity.

"Yes," she said slowly. Was he acting like an idiot or just that slow?

"Is there a last name that goes with Emma?"

Emma laughed and looked back towards the paintings. "This is gonna sound crazy, but I don't know my last name. I was found wandering around when I was eight."

Neal's heart sped up. "And, uh, before that, before you were eight?"

"I don't know," Emma said, her voice rising an octave. "I don't remember. I have very few memories from before the orphanage."

Neal crossed his arms over his chest and mumbled to himself. "Well, that's, that's just perfect."

Emma straightened back up and found control of her voice again. "I do have one clue though and that's the Enchanted Forest. So, can you two help me or not?"

Neal worked to get August's attention from the dog, he needed the tickets. Tickets in hand he spun back to Emma. "Here's the thing. We've got three tickets. One for each of us and then the third for, well, Princess Emilia."

Emma's heart sunk. "Oh."

"We're going to reunite her with her father," August finally spoke to her.

Neal looked her up and down. "Ya know, you do kind of resemble her." Neal walked down a few paintings to small one of the Charming family.

"The same green eyes," August said.

"Those charming eyes," Neal agreed.

"David's smile."

"Snow's chin." Neal looked from the painting to Emma and back to the painting. "She's the same age, the same physical type."

"Are you trying to tell me that you think I am Emilia?"

Neal laughed and threw his hands up. "All I'm trying to tell you is that I've seen thousands of girls all over the country, and not one of them looks as much like the princess as you. I mean look at the portrait."

Emma stepped closer, admiring the framed painting. There was a little girl, long blonde curls that didn't match Emma's short cropped hair. The eyes though, could it be, could this be what she'd been looking for? Emma laughed and backed away from the painting. "I knew you were crazy from the beginning, but now I think you're both mad."

Neal stepped back, offended. "Why? You don't remember what happened to you?"

August continued scratching the dogs head. "No one knows what happened to her."

"You're looking for family in the Enchanted Forest."

"And her only family is in the Enchanted Forest."

Neal shrugged. "You ever thought about the possibility?"

Laughing, Emma spoke, "That I could be royalty?"

Neal and August looked at each other, nodded and said, "Yes."

Emma looked back to the painting. "Well, I don't know. It's kind of hard to think of yourself as a princess when you're sleeping on a damp floor. But sure, yeah, I guess every lonely girl would hope she's a princess."

"I wish we could help you, but the third ticket is for the Princess Emilia. Good luck." Neal walked off forcing a reluctant August to put the puppy down and follow him.

"Neal, why didn't you tell her about our plan?"

Neal thought about how familiar she looked and shrugged. "All she wants to do is go to the Enchanted Forest. Why give away a third of the reward money?"

August shook his head, sighed. "I'm telling you, we're walking away too soon."

Neal chuckled softly. "Not to worry. I've got this all under control. Okay, walk a little slower and in 3…2…1…"

"Neal!"

Neal turned and found Emma running towards him. He was immediately thrown back to when he was younger and Emilia would run around with him. No, he told himself, do not get attached. No one even knows if this is her for a fact and there's no way to prove it either. "Did you call me?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "If I don't remember who I am, then who's to say I'm not a princess, right?"

"Go on."

"Yeah," Emma said, still short of breath. "If I'm not Emilia then the king will certainly know right away, and it's all just an honest mistake."

Neal agreed. "Sounds plausible."

August picked the puppy back up. "If you are the princess then you'll finally know who you are and have your family back."

"You know," Neal said, shifting away from the dog. "He's right. Either way, it gets you to the Enchanted Forest."

"Right!"

Neal grinned. "May I present Her Royal Highness, the Princess Emilia."

Emma scooped Pongo into her harms. "Pongo, we are going to the Enchanted Forest."

"Uh, the dog stays."

"What are you talking about?" Emma looked up from Pongo. "The dog goes."

"No, the dog does not go."

"I say he goes."

"I'm allergic to dogs."

Emma rolled her eyes and handed Pongo back over to an enthusiastic August. She was going to the Enchanted Forest. It was finally happening.

"Emilia?" Walsh nearly fell off the high ceiling ledge laughing. "Yeah, just one problem there, fella. Emilia's dead. All the Charming's are dead. They're dead! Am I right, my friend?" Walsh looked to the green magic swirling in a tube next to him. He peeked closer but was pushed off the edge, only holding on by his tail. He looked back at the girl for a split second before he was being carried off.