Jackson was walking along with Henry, his hood up as they strolled on by. Henry started walking towards the stranger and Jackson followed along after a brief pause. Jackson looked on curiously, his hands behind his head as Henry questioned the stranger.

"What are you doing here?"

"Fixing my bike."

"And what a nice bike that is," Jackson sent an appreciative look towards it. The stranger sent Jackson a brief grin, before Henry continued his interrogation.

"No, I mean in Storybrooke."

"Just visiting."

"What's that?" Henry looked at the object on the back of the motorcycle.

"Just a box."

"What's inside it?"

"Just something I need for what I came here for." The stranger stood, putting his helmet on.

Jackson looked back and forth between Henry and the stranger. He grinned as a thought hit him. "Do you need any help with that? I sense some fun coming along."

Henry sent Jackson a queer look, continuing his questioning. "I thought you were just here to visit."

"Henry! Jackson!" Jackson turned his head slightly and saw Regina on the porch. She started marching towards them as the stranger departed.

"Better get to school, looks like a storm's coming."

Jackson whistled after the stranger took off. He felt Regina come up to the two and wrapped her arms around their shoulders.

"Henry, Jackson, who was that?"

Jackson and Henry just shrugged. Regina frowned as she looked at them. "Well, come on, let's get you to school young man." Jackson started inching away, but Regina was quick to not let him escape.

"And you, Jackson! Go inside and out on some proper shoes! You'll catch a cold, barefoot. After that, you can accompany me to work, since you're off today."

Jackson groaned.

"Hey, it's the Sheriff!" Jackson ran over and Regina frowned.

Emma looked up as she heard running come to a stop. She saw a certain albino teenager grinning and waved at him with a smile.

"Hey, kid!"

Emma's smile dropped as she saw Regina come up from behind the blue hoodie clad teen. She got back to work as she called out, "If you're looking to blame me for the storm, I think you're taking things a bit far now."

Regina crossed her arms. "I need you to look into something Sheriff." Emma glanced up.

"Someone's in town, someone new."

"Yeah, I know. I gave him directions to Granny's last night."

"You talked to him? And what'd he say?" Regina asked, bewildered.

Emma gave her a dry grin. "He asked for directions. What's the big deal? Who is he?"

Jackson frowned as he looked between the two. "I don't know, I asked around but no seems to know anything. There's something about him, something familiar."

"I thought he was pretty cool," Jackson said, balancing back and forth on his heels.

Emma snorted. "He must be one of the hundreds you cursed."

Regina blinked, confused. "What?"

"Oh, you know, the curse, Henry's whole thing." Jackson chuckled and Regina sent him a frown, before turning back to Emma.

"Sheriff, I need you to find out who he is, what he wants and what he's doing here."

Emma sighed, before facing the mayor head on. "You know as hard as you try to find one in my case, there is no law against visiting Storybrooke."

Regina glared, shaking her head. "This isn't about the law Ms. Swan. You're going to do this because I asked you to and because you'll see it's the right thing to do."

Emma closed the trunk of her car before turning back to Regina. "And why's that?"

Regina sighed as she looked towards Jackson, imploring him to walk away for a few minutes with her eyes. Jackson held up his hands as he backed away. "Geez, I'm going. I know when I'm not wanted."

Regina waited for Jackson to be far away enough before she spoke up, steel in her voice. "Because he was in front of my house, taking a particular interest in the one thing we both care about, Henry. Oh, I'm sorry, Jackson too, if you're trying to take him away too."

Emma glance down, speaking up after a pause. "I'll look into him." Regina and Emma shared a look, before the sheriff walked away, thunder cracking.

"Jackson, let's go!"

"Did I just a see type-writer in that box?"

Emma jumped, holding a hand to her heart. "Jackson! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

Jackson laughed. "Sorry!"

Emma grumbled. "No you're not, you little delinquent."

"So a type-writer?"

"What?"

"A type-writer. It was a type-writer in that box."

"Oh, yeah, it was."

Jackson sighed as Emma frowned, befuddled. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just expected something more exciting or interesting."

"Really, kid? Come on, let's get you home to Regina, before she blames me for you getting sick or worse."

"What? Home to Regina? I don't live with them, I'm emancipated. I live on my own. I just stay there occasionally to spend time with them," Jackson said bewildered.

Emma shocked, shook her head to snap out of it, "Well, let's get you home, nice and warm and dry."

"Ok, cool."