„Can we rest?" Hooked asked nearly breathless. "No.", was all that Emma said. After they arrived at the shore several hours ago, they haven't rested one single time. Emma was determined to find Neal as fast as possible. At this point, she didn't care about her mother or the unpleasant escort. All she could think of was finding Neal. Every step she took was one step closer to him.
"Emma, stop!" Snow stopped walking. "No, we gotta keep going." She grabbed her arm. "No, we don't! Hook's right, we should rest. It's almost sunset and we should set up our camp."
"We gotta find him!" Emma looked really desperate. The longer it took, the despaired she'd gotten.
"I know, honey. I know. Listen, we will find him ok? We always find the ones we love. It runs in our family remember?" Emma simply nodded. She knew her mother was right. They should rest.
"Good. Hook, would you mind collecting some firewood while Emma and I prepare something to eat and our camp?"
"Really?" He looked sniveling. "Nevermind."


Emma watched the flickering flames of the campfire. She couldn't sleep again. Her thoughts were spinning around. She thought about Henry and Neal all the time. She could feel how much she loved these two. Her boys. It's still strange to think like that according to the fact that they both just came back into her life. She's been angry with Neal for such a long time but right now, all that mattered was finding him. Even though she knew that there was still some unfinished business she wanted to believe in having another chance with him. It was the moment he let go of her hand over that pit when she realized how much she needs him. How much she loves him.

Emma looked to her right where her mother slept peacefully. Her mother. Mom.
She was so surprised when she called her parents "Mom" and "Dad". These words were so unfamiliar to her since she never had anything close to an ordinary family. And yet she still couldn't believe that there were these two people who conceived her and who love her unconditionally. She still needed some time to get used to it but it was something she'd loved to get used to. The little lost orphan girl finally found her origins and after she'd found Neal, her family would be complete.
"Still awake beautiful?" She turned around quickly. "Damn it, Hook! You scared me like hell!"
"Sorry." They both kept silent for several minutes as Hook broke the silence. "So, you and Neal… He's the one you've been in love with once. " Emma nodded.
"Do you still love him?" She took a deep breath.
"I guess I never stopped loving him. What?!" Hooked looked at her with an undefined expression on his face. " Ahh, I can see it." " You can see what?" "The look on your face."
"You too? Seriously?" "What's that supposed to mean?"
"My mother and Gold kept telling me the same thing. Even Henry did."
"Well, I guess we all know how love looks like then." "You know, I denied it long time. Having feelings for him. But the moment I lost him I just realized that he's…" "The one?"
"Yes. He is…he is the love of my life. It's him. It's always been him." "I'm happy for you. I mean that you have a chance for your happy ending." "I'd like to say the same to you. I'm sorry. "
"Don't be, love. I might never get over her but in the meantime I learned how to life with it."
"So no more attempted murders?" "No, I'm done with it. It wouldn't bring her back anyway so I guess I should start living my life and, well… be a part of something." He smiled at her with his typical Hook-smile.
"I guess you should." Emma let out a sigh. "Thank you, by the way."
"For what?" Emma inhaled. "For many things, I guess." "Like?" "Like coming back to Storybrook or helping to save Henry. And for this." "You're welcome, beautiful. Like I said, I just needed reminding that I could actually care about others. Friends, beautiful?" Hook reached out his hook.
Before Emma could react or do anything suddenly a masked shape gripped Hook and hold a sword against his throat. "One sound and you're a dead man, Hook." Emma looked at the person and was surprised as she recognized who it was.
"Mulan?"