Emma was sitting in a brown leather armchair it rose high above her and the sides curled inwards slightly by her head. She didn't particularly like it. She was sipping tea out of a china mug and a man with straggly hair and scaly skin and such small pupils that seemed to stare at her crazily. He sat opposite her a small round coffee table between them with the tray of tea on it. He was sitting on a chair similar to hers. Emma wondered who this man was and why he looked to familiar to her,

"So dearie," he began. At once she remembered, this man was Rumplestiltskin. Though he seemed to bear a strange resemblance to Mr Gold; who owned the Pawn Shop in the centre of the town. "Decided whose heart you are going to take?"

Emma was sitting in her seat but she was also viewing the scene from a standing position in the room near the table with a strange assortment of flasks and jars on it. Her perspective switched between the version of her sitting and the version of her standing. The two sitting didn't seem to notice her standing. "Yes," she said, the voice coming from the version of her sitting. Emma Two.

"Excellent," he giggled. "So when do you plan on enacting it,"

"I haven't decided," Emma two smiled. Emma noticed the malicious almost evil and cunning smile she gave and never knew it was even capable for her to form such a look. "What curse?" Emma asked. Emma Two looked up for a second and made eye contact, but within a second the moment passed and it was if Emma wasn't even in the room with Emma Two and Rumplestiltskin.

"Haven't decided or won't say dearie?"

"Both,"

"So whose heart shall it be?"

"I don't believe that's any of your business,"

"Which parent? Mummy or Daddy,"

"I'm not telling you,"

"What harm will it do? After all I'll find out soon enough when they don't exist in our new lives,"

"You won't remember,"

"I'll find a way,"

"And why would you want to?"

"You get your happy ending from this curse and so do I,"

"Of course, Baelfire," nodded Emma Two in understanding. "How sweet that you would do all this to try and find him and he might not even want to see you. After all you did leave him, you would find that sticks with a child,"

"You're different dearie, you're colder somehow,"

"I have done what needs to be done so I can focus on this curse. I cannot let myself get persuaded otherwise. You would find even in something so filled with darkness there is always one small crack that makes you question. I have gotten rid of that crack," Emma Two smiled and leant forward and placed her tea down. "Thank you for the ingredients Rumple," she patted the satchel on her lap, "When we next meet, it'll be in much nicer circumstances,"

"Good luck dearie,"

"I don't need luck," Emma Two got up from her seat and waved her hand and disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Emma Swan looked around her where was she meant to go now, it wasn't as if she could follow her other self; she had just disappeared.

"Enjoying the show dearie?" Rumplestiltskin asked. She couldn't see what he was looking at due to the chair but she needn't worry as he soon got out of it, his leather scaled jacket with the long lapels, and the low cut top showing off his body scaly skin. He pointed at her with his disgusting dirty nails. "I wonder are you remembering or are you just dreaming. I suppose it could be both,"

"You can see me?"

"Of course I can, after all this is your dream, or it is a memory?" he smiled.

"You look like Mr Gold,"

"That would be because he and I are one of the same. Same man different lives. A dream life and a real life. You decide which is which, wakey wakey! Or are you going to sleep?"

Emma sat up with a jolt in her bed. A fine layer of sweat upon her brow, her dream was just at the tip of her mind and she was trying to remember it so she could tell Killian about it, but as soon as she had walked into her bathroom it had disappeared.

It was only when she was at work and Mr Gold walked in and came to her counter to order an icedtea that she remembered. "You were in my dream last night!" Emma exclaimed.

"Is that so Miss Swan?" he asked politely as he handed her over the money.

"Yes. I mean, it wasn't you per say, it looked like you but wasn't you,"

"Right..."

"I mean you looked like this truly disgusting scaly imp. Not that you, I'm sorry Mr. Gold," Emma quickly turned around and began to prepare his iced-tea. "I completely forgot about it until I saw you. Was just a strange dream is all,"

"Some people say dreams are just memories of a previous life," he told her.

"That's strange you were, well not you. Rumplestilstskin was talking about dreams and memories in it," she gave him a shy smile as she gave him his drink,

"Who did you say I was?"

"You were Rumplestitskin," she told him. "Nothing like the fairy tale though. No, you seemed a lot more terrifying. Just a dream though,"

"Yes, just a dream dearie," he smiled as he took his iced-tea to go and left Granny's. Emma looked after him and thought it strange how he had suddenly used the term 'dearie' just like in her dream but she couldn't recollect when he had ever said it in real life. Then again she very rarely spoke to Mr Gold, he always seemed cold and someone you wouldn't want to mess with. She'd never understand how he managed to such a lovely wife, the Librarian Belle.

As Emma walked past Mr Gold's shop on her way home she couldn't help but have a quick glance in through his window. She knelt down as if to tie her shoe and stayed looking as she noticed his reveal a safe behind a picture frame and take some sort of jewelled egg out of it. She quickly hurried away when he looked her way afraid that he had spotted her spying on him.

"What's Mr Gold's first name?" Emma asked as she lay down on Killian's sofa as he worked under his sink. Trying to fix his plumbing, unsuccessfully, which was proved by his constant swearing then apologising for swearing.

"I don't know," he told her through clenched teeth, lying on his back with his head staring up at some pipes and his hand working a spanner on one of the joints. Emma sat up onto her knees and looked over the back of the sofa.

"Oh shit!" he shouted as a pipe separated and water fell all over his face,

"Getting wet there Jones?" she smiled,

"Shut up. Just help me get this in,"

"You know exactly what every girl wants to hear, don't you Jones? Where's the romance?"

"Just help me!"

"Fine," Emma sighed and she jumped over the back of his sofa and walked over to him. She crouched down by his head, "What do you want me to do?"

"Take hold of my spanner,"

"Oooh, demanding aren't we,"

"Stop with the innuendos Emma," he told her. Emma just giggled and took the spanner off of him and he was able to put both hands on the pipe. "I'm going to push it into place then I need you to use the spanner whilst I keep hold to,"

"Tighten the joint?"

"Yes," he nodded. He grunted a couple of times and spluttered as the water fell on his face, but he finally popped it back into space, Emma tried to go around at her side angle with the spanner bout couldn't quite get it around the pipe. "I can't get to the pipe with you lying there," she told him, "And frankly I don't want to straddle your upper chest to get to it,"

Killian rolled his eyes and shimmied his body away but kept his hands steady, Emma lay down next to him and was able to get the spanner around the pipe joint a lot easier and was able to tighten it. "So what do you think his first name is?"

"I don't know,"

"Well what do you think he looks like,"

"Emma...I don't know. Maybe it's Tony,"

"Seriously, Tony?"

"Well I don't really think about Mr Gold. What's the obsession with him?"

"Done," she said and sat up he did the same, "I had a dream about him last night," Killian raised his eyebrow at her. "No, not like that. It was a weird one. You know I told you how I had a dream that I was a princess, well it was kind of like that except. Well I was planning on doing something and he was there but he wasn't Mr Gold he was Rumplestiltskin and he was all scaly and kind of disgusting and creepy."

"Yeah well I've never really liked him. He's always been a bit shifty,"

"Yeah I suppose," she sighed. "Ruby and I are going out tonight if you want to come,"

"Again?"

"Well we weren't out long last night, come on, you have to admit you had some fun last night,"

"You had fun last night" he corrected

"That guy? Oh it was nothing. I didn't feel anything. So come on out tonight"

"Look I've got to get this plumbing done,"

"Okay how about this. Once you get it fixed we all go out to celebrate?"

"Fine,"

"Good," she smiled. "Sounds like a plan."