We were saved by the bell from this awkward moment. My mom Emma walked in, hair flying in the breeze from the open door behind her. Snow and Charming were following close behind.

"Where's Gold," she asked.

And then she noticed my dad. He didn't look very good. My mom rushed to him, but before she could ask, my mom, Regina, said, "Gold is dead, and your boyfriend believes it's because no one trusted him."

"I didn't trust him," my dad said into my mom's hair, because she was hugging him protectively.

"We didn't trust him because of the prophacy," my mom, Emma, said, "right?" She looked at my dad. "Is he really dead," she asked uncertainly.

"What exactly was that prophacy," I asked.

"A boy will help him find his son," Belle volanteered, "and that boy will be his undoing."

"I wanted to thank him for curing me from the dreamshade," David, my grandpa, said. "I didn't expect him to give me the elixir without a price."

"Oh, the price was paid in full," Regina said to Emma.

"Why, what happened? How?" She looked at me for signs of damage, "Henry, what did you pay for this elixir you gave grandpa Charming?"

"My innocence," I said, and my mom looked horrified, so I continued. "I used to think that that an ugly, old, scaly Dark wizard was definitely a monster and a bad guy. If someone looked young, pretty, with innocent eyes, he must be the good guy."

My mom looked at me strangely, and then she looked at my dad, who actually cracked a small smile.

I had my parents' full attention, so I talked. "The dark one is supposed to kidnap children and force them to fight endless, pointless wars, not stop a war and save a thousand children. He's not supposed to heal people with that magic, he's supposed to destroy people. He's supposed to – like all the proper Dark Ones before him, make the world a worse place."

"Snuff out the light-" Belle said quietly. "I read about the Dark One lore. This was what all dark ones set out to do."

"He told me he wanted to turn it toward good, when I helped him with the sheep's wool, the lanolin," my dad said longingly remembering simpler times with his papa.

"How did he die," Emma asked, looking around.

"He sacrificed his life to save us all," my dad said quietly.

"Was Peter Pan really that unbeatable," Snow wondered aloud, "so indestructable, that even the most powerful man in all the realms…" Snow looked around for help, she was lost for words

"It's more complicated than that," Belle said. "I don't think Rumple would want me to say anything, but -"

"We know," I said.

"Oh," Belle said, "so you understand why it was so hard for him to kill his own father. He was the only family he had, growing up. He was the only one who would give him food every now and then. And clothes, and a place to live. He loved his father, even after he was abandoned by him."

"There's no greater pain than regret," my dad said with a sob. It seemed to plague my dad more than my grandpa's death. He couldn't get over knowing how lonely and lost and abandoned my grandpa Gold was. He couldn't come to terms with the fact that, while he felt all this anger for his papa for letting go of his hand at the portal, his own papa was suffering the kind of abandonment and abuse that he didn't even believe existed.

Belle put a hand on his soulder, " he really didn't want you to know," she said gently.

"Know what," my mom asked.

"That Pan was his father," my other mom answered. "It appears that Gold knew for years that he'd have to pay the price for Neverland- "

"No, no," Belle corrected, "it's nothing to do with Neverland. He didn't believe he'd ever have to go there. It's the price of using dark magic to do good. The darkness is an ancient entity in itself, and becoming the host for all that darkness-"

Just then, the ground started shaking. I recognized it as what we had before. Storybrooke was going to be destroyed. My moms looked at each other with horrified expressions.

"Someone's destroying the curse!" Regina breathed, "we're going back!"

"Why is that a bad thing," Grumpy asked.

"But I don't understand," my mom, Regina cried hysterically, "I protected the curse with blood magic! It's in my vault in the Enchanted Forest! I couldn't risk bringing it here."

"But, why is the curse being destroyed a bad thing," Grumpy asked again.

"Because I will not go back with you," I said. And suddenly it hit me. I will be my grandpa's undoing!

"Dad!" I yelled and shook his arm.

"Henry!" My moms and my dad sobbed together.

"Listen to me!" I yelled. I saw black dots swimming in front of my eyes, and I felt like I was going to faint. "Dad, don't do anything stupid!"

"What do you mean?" A few voices asked me.

"Undoing!" I said urgently, "that's the key word! Don't you see? Grandpa Gold is dead, not undone. He ended the darkness. The darkness might be able to drag him back to life somehow. But if – if the price for it is you, dad, - that will be his undoing!"

"Belle," I turned to her, "please, don't let him die for nothing. Don't let him be undone. If you find a way to bring him back, make sure it's him and not the darkness. I don't want to be the reason my family tries to resurrect him. I don't want to be his undoing!"

My family was beginning to disappear, but my mom, Emma, seemed to stay solid.

"I think I can stay, even though I wasn't born here!" My mom said.

"Because Gold wrote you into the curse," Regina said. "You are going to forget everything, though. We are going to be just stories to you."

Emma hugged my grandparents, Snow and Charming, and then everyone hugged me.

"This isn't over," I told them, as they continued to fade away, "I will see all of you again."

And then I forgot them.