Emma glared at the man in front of her. "Neal, how - you - you just somehow tracked me to Hong Kong, to this hotel, took a flight here, and found me, to get me to believe in... what? Fairytales? Had enough of that today, thanks."

"No. Well, yes. You call them fairytales, but they're not, they're history." He took a deep breath. "My history."

Emma started to slam the door in his face. "No - wait - Emma - please -"

Henry came to the door. "Mom? Who is this?"

Neal looked at the boy standing near him. "Emma... oh, Emma... this..."

"This what?", Henry asked.

"Kid", Neal said. "How old are you?"

"10, why?", Henry answered, confused.

Neal could have sworn there was something constricting his airway for a second. "Emma... but that means... is he..."

Emma couldn't take it anymore. She exploded. "Yes, okay?! Yes, Neal, this is your son! Henry, this is your father!" She moved away from the doorway.

"Mom... you always said we could never talk about my dad... why... what..."

Neal was still in shock, staring at Emma and at the boy in front of him. "You look so much like I did at your age..."

"Really?"

"Really." He turned to Emma. "Emma, look. I need to tell you. I know now who your parents are, and I realize... we have something pretty big in common."

"You mean other than Henry?", she asked.

"Yeah", he said. "The Enchanted Forest. I was born there, and so were you."

"Really?"

"Yes, Emma, really. Use your 'superpower' then, see if I'm lying."

She looked at him. "Just because you believe in something doesn't make it true."

"Trust me, Emma. I would not lie about this. I tried to pretend I wasn't from there, that I was just Neal, an ordinary guy. But I'm not. My name is Baelfire, I'm from a magical land, and my father is Rumpelstiltskin."

"Cool!", Henry exclaimed.

"Emma, please, it's true. Your parents gave you away because of a curse. A curse my father created, and it brought everyone to this land."

"Neal, I-"

"Emma, I wouldn't lie to you. I never, ever would."

"Neal, you abandoned me! Sent me to prison for your crime!"

"Because I was told it would lead you to your family!"

"By who?"

"Pinocchio", Neal said. "By Pinocchio. He came to this world with you, and he's been watching you."

Emma looked at him. "Give me proof."

"Go to the address the dragon gave you, and you'll have all the proof you need."