Emma walks up cautiously to the porch of the old house, her gun raised, waiting for something to jump out at her. David follows behind her, his gun also out. Regina and Mary Margret bring up the rear with flashlights.

"I have a really bad feeling about this…" Mary Margret says quietly.

Emma pushes the door carefully, it makes a low, terrifying squeak, unsettling the entire group.

"He must be expecting us…" Regina whispers.

Emma's gun goes in first. She surveys the room carefully from the doorway before entering the front hall. Mary Margret holds her flashlight up to help improve their view.

The place is a mess; there are stacks of newspapers in almost every corner of the room, every surface is covered with dust, stained white sheets cover the furniture and the chandelier above them is covered in cobwebs. Emma's heart is pounding loudly in her chest as Mary Margret's light searches for any trace of the guy they're looking for. The file is tucked away in her coat, feeling like an anchor, weighing her down. Her mind keeps going to Killian and where he might be held in this large house.

"I think we should split up," David says in a hushed voice. "We can find Killian faster that way."

"I still don't think we should be doing this…" Mary Margret says, swallowing hard. But no one responds to her statement.

Emma approaches a wooden staircase with dark banisters that curl up and around the second story, almost like a snake's coil. She can't see the upstairs very well, but she still had that feeling that someone is watching them from the shadows.

"Mary Margret and I will check upstairs and the attic, if there is one, you two can check down here and the basement, if it has one," David suggests. "And we'll whistle if we find anything…okay, Emma? Emma?"

"Sure," Emma says, snapping back to attention. "Come on Regina…"

"Good luck," Mary Margret whispers before following David up the creaky wooden stairs

…

"There's nothing down here…" Mary Margret says, checking the first room at the top of the staircase. The room she searched must've been a bedroom at one point, with a fireplace along one wall and a two door closet along the other. The room was completely bare and Mary Margret had even checked the closet, to find nothing but a few rusty coat hangers.

"Nothing here either," David agrees, looking in what once was a bathroom with moldy tile floors and a rusted sink and cracked bathtub on legs.

The couple makes their way further down the hall, checking each room carefully in search of their kidnapped friend.

The finally reach the end of the hall, with a single door that was shut, unusual since all the other doors were ajar.

Carefully, David turns the knob and has his gun go in first. Mary Margret shines her flashlight inside to see a much larger room than any previous ones they searched.

"This must've been the master bedroom…" David says quietly, looking at the size of the place.

"Yeah, and it also looks lived in," Mary Margret adds.

The teacher was right. There was hardly a speck of dust on anything. The sheets on the bed looked relatively new and made up. There was a glass of water by the bedside table and a digital electric clock showing it was one in the morning. There was an air conditioner in the window and ashes on the floor near the fireplace and when David looks into the bathroom, there was a towel hanging up and the smell of soap lingered in the air.

"This guy must be living here…" David says.

"That does make sense if you were breaking and entering or running from the law, an abandoned house on a lonely street would be a good place to hide," Mary Margret deduced.

"Yeah, but who lives here?"

Mary Margret goes up to the closet and opens it carefully.

What's inside scares her...

Instead of clothes hanging up, are some things that are much worse. Posted all over the inside of the closet are pictures and not just any pictures, but pictures of Emma. Some of when she must've lived in Boston and some more recently, including her getting ice cream with Henry. And all the pictures were taken without her knowledge. Clearly, this guy has been spying on her, tracking her movements, stalking her. he has some sort of obsession with her, but who?

There's a table placed in the center closet with a map covering it like a table cloth and as she gets closer, Mary Margret realizes it's a map of Storybrooke. There are small red circles on the map and the teacher quickly realizes that these circles are the homes that were ransacked. There are also pictures of the table of her, David, Killian, Crystal, Regina, Henry, even adult Neal. Mary Margret swallows hard again and her heart begins to race. She sees that the picture of Killian has a red X through it.

"David…" Mary Margret gasps nervously.

She suddenly hears loud creaking from outside in the hallway. She tries to find David, who has his gun raised at the door, prepared for an attack. The creaks sound like footsteps and they are approaching quickly. The couple holds their breath in fear and anticipation.

…

Emma opens the door that she finds leads to the kitchen. Regina shines her light into the room. To both their surprise, the kitchen is well-kept. The refrigerator is humming loudly in one corner, a small TV hangs beside a clean stove. There are dirty dishes in the sink and even a table cloth covering the table in the corner of the room.

Regina walks in without a second thought, not exactly pleased to be paired with Emma. She opens the refrigerator to a bright light and fresh food.

"This is getting weirder and weirder by the minute," Regina says. "This guy has been living here…"

There is suddenly loud creaking from above, moving along the upstairs hall, that makes the two jump slightly.

"It's just Mary Margret and David," Emma says with a small sigh of the relief. The creepy house and Killian's abduction has really got her on edge.

But Regina doesn't respond. She listens very carefully to the creaks. They sound like footsteps once she hears the rhythm in them, but there's something more there… she doesn't count two pairs of footsteps…she counts three!

Emma doesn't notice Regina's pause as she comes to a door just outside the kitchen, which she assumes leads to the basement. She opens it carefully, seeing the stairway leading into pitch blackness.

"Hey, Regina I found the base…"

Her words are cut off when the door slams shut behind her, putting her in complete darkness.

Emma tries the door knob angrily, finding the door to be locked.

"Regina! Regina!" Emma hollers, pounding loudly. "Regina open…"

Emma suddenly hears frantic footsteps leave the kitchen.

"Damn it, Regina!" Emma shouts, pounding loudly.

…

David cocks his gun into place, waiting as the creaking gets closer.

"Get ready…" David whispers. "Use the flashlight to blind him for a second and then I'll order him onto the ground. Then we'll force him to release Killian."

Mary Margret nods in response until the creaking is right at the door.

The door opens…

"Damn it! Why are you blinding me?!" Regina's voice can be heard.

"Regina?" David says, lowering his gun. Mary Margret lowers her flashlight just enough to see the reporter standing there, her own flashlight having fallen to the floor from the sudden impairment.

"Regina what are you doing? Where's Emma?" David asks.

"Are you guys alright?" she asks.

"What do you mean?" Mary Margret asks.

"What I mean is, I heard another pair of footsteps up…"

The door suddenly slams loudly behind them and latches.

"What the…"

Regina begins trying the door knob, but…

"We're locked in!" she shrieks.