Killian took his box of things from Mary Margret's car and walked up to the path to Regina's house. He watched the car drive off and knocked on the door, only because he had given back his key when she had come home from the hospital. "Regina?" he said loudly, but no response came. He waited for a few minutes, causally shifting his weight from one leg to the other before knocking again. "Regina! It me!"

He waited for a while, but no response came. He knew she was inside. The chandelier over the dinning room table was lit, and one thing Killian knew about Regina, was that she never left the lights on. She had said it was a waste, but he had always thought nothing of it. He knocked again, this time a bit louder, close to a pound. No response came yet again. He walked around and went up her driveway and lifted up the mat to where she kept the spare key. "Something would never change." he thought as he pushed the key into the back door of the house and opened it.

He grabbed his box and slid the key into his pocket. "Regina! It's just me! You don't need to hide!" he yelled as he dropped his things on the kitchen counter. There was a meal unfinished, one that Mary Margret must have started on the counter because of the two plates already half made. Toast in the oven had been burnt to a crisp. He took it out and threw it in the garbage can.

He slowly walked through the house, checking all of the rooms on the first floor, then moving to the second. Mary Margret's room had already been packed into one of the many boxes that were in the garage. Henry's room was still as empty as it had been the day that the Charming's had come and emptied it, only a desk and an empty closet they had not bothered to fill. They? There was no they anymore. It was her house. He didn't belong there now.

He walked across the hallway and into Regina's room. That is where he found her. "Regina!" he yelled as she rushed to her body which was laying across the floor, her legs unusually bent and her head was already developing a large bump. He lifted up her limp body and checked her neck for a pulse. Her heart was pulsing slowly, her breath still warm on his bare arm. He shook her a bit. "Wake up! Regina, wake up!" he said desperately.

Nothing.

He carefully lifted her up and laid her down on her bed, pushing the quilt up to her shoulders to keep her warm. He removed a photo album that was open to the pages he remembered her filling of her mother's death. He was with her that day when she had gone to Gold and asked if he had anything of Cora's. She looked through those pictures so often. He decided that if she wanted to look at pictures so badly, he would take some of them together. He had bought a camera and learned how to use it, taking pictures every moment her could. She was so proud of him.

But that was a while ago. Those picture were spread across the rest of this album along with all the other memories. That is all they were anymore. Just memories.

Suddenly, Regina gasped sitting up quickly. Killian put the book down on his- no her side table. "Regina! Your awake!" He reached over and gave her a tight hug.

"What are you doing here?" she said with a horas voice.

He smiled at her. "I am here to take care of you."

"What happened?"

His smile faded. "You blacked out..."

Her face filled with sudden disrepair. "It is progressing, isn't it."

"Yes."

She began to rub at her eyes, smearing her makeup onto her cheeks. "How did you get in."

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the shiny golden key. "Under the mat, by the garage. Although, there are may other ways I could have come in, but you told me to stop with the pirate thing."

She grabbed the key out of his hand and placed it on the side table quietly. "You know, I sometimes forget you are a pirate. I picture pirates a ruthless and mean or with an eye patch and parrot."

He chuckles a little before holding up his left hand. "Well I have a hook, but I don't really fancy birds. I prefer more, human company."

"Well I not to get you for your birthday then."

He got up from her bed and fixed the sheets from where he was sitting. "Get some rest Regina." She shot him a weak smile and slowly turned on her side before gently closing her eyes. He turned around and grabbed the door knob. "I love you. Sleep well." he whispered before he shut the door.

"I love you too..." she mumbled into her pillow drifting off into a deep sleep.

It was early in the morning, but still he was some how able to convince David that he was going to go to the beach to swing on his favorite rope swing. He walked over to the docks and looked around until her found the place where Emma had said that Tamara had thrown his dad into a portal. This had to be the place. The Storybrooke Cannery.

He walked through the doors into the poorly lit factory, which he doubted was even still being used. It smell bad. Repulsive really. Sardines was not a very pleasant smell to begin with. He took a look around dodging pipes and crates all around. There was a stare case at the end of the large room, which he went down. If there was something something any person would want to hide, a basement would be the logical place to put it.

There were many offices in the basement, most left empty, but one had a few things in it. He walked into this room, with the file cabinet drawers still open. It had been emptied. Ever paper gone. He knew this was where Greg and Tamara had taken his mom. He could still see all of the things that they had left behind. The bed, the machine (Full of bullets and knocked on the floor), and some cameras. Everything had been here.

"Damn it!" He yelled kicking the filed cabinet. Something fell off of the top of it. A small box. He quickly picked it up with his right hand and ripped off the duck tape. He opened it up and read the note. 'Tamara, thank you for sending this to us. I don't think Emma will be needing this anymore. Use on the Dark One and send him to us.'

He reached into the box and pulled out a cuff. Not the one used by Greg and Tamara on his mom. Emma's cuff. There had been two this whole time.

He dropped the box and ran with the cuff in had back to his home. Not his home with Emma. The One with his real mom.

Killian opened the door and saw Regina staring at the ceiling. "How are you doing, love?"

She opened her mouth to talk, but struggled to find works. "Not so well."

She walked over to her bed side and bent down beside her. "Is there anything I can do?"

"I want to remember."

He was taken back by her statement for a minute. Was she joking? He looked into her eyes, but he saw she was serious. "Are you sure?"

She took another heavy breath before trying to sit up. "Positive."

He took the bag out from her closet and filled the goblet with the neon blue liquid. She slowly pressed the goblet to her lips and tilted it up to sip down every last drop of it. A blue haze drifted over her face. A tear dripped down her cheek.

"I remember."