"I... how can you... and my son... my boy... you had a... a son?"
"Yeah", Emma said. "Then he came and found me and told me the truth about the curse and everything, but I didn't believe him. Then he told me I could find proof, so I came here for it. And I met a woman named Mary Margaret... we're supposedly family..."
"Well he didn't tell you much, then, if you don't even know how you and Ms. Blanchard are related."
"How are we related?"
"She's your mother."
"What?!"
"She's your mother... you know... the woman who gave birth to you..."
"Yeah, that much I got, but she looks about the same age as me."
"Well, time was frozen here for a while."
"How long?"
"Since the day you were born."
"Wow... that is so confusing... what about my father?"
Rumpelstiltskin shrugged. "No idea. Anyway, about my boy... how is he? Is he happy? Is he alright? What did he say about me?"
"Don't no, not sure, I think so, and not much other than that you created the curse. Shouldn't you know those things though?"
"I haven't seen him in a long time. Not since he was a young boy... several centuries ago."
"CENTURIES?! How old is he?"
"I don't know, I've lost track. Younger than me. But when I last saw him he was just 14."
"What happened?"
"None of your business. Anyway, you have a curse to break."
"What? I wasn't told anything about breaking the curse..."
"But you're the savior. You're the only one who can."
