The next morning, Emma felt oddly refreshed, despite how the first part of the night started. Since she knew Killian was safe, she felt calmer than she had in days. And tonight was the night he was going to come home. Well, he was supposed to. If they were not able to recharge the hat, Emma and Snow would start searching for another way to create a portal, but hopefully it wouldn't come to that. If that was the case, it could take months. But Emma had faith in Killian- he would come back to her. She got out of bed and, to her delight, no nausea. "Thanks, kids," she said as she rubbed her belly. It felt like she was starting to get more of a bump. She was so excited to show Killian! She left Snow asleep and went downstairs to find Neal and Henry completely knocked out. She could only deduce that it had been a long night and everyone needed to sleep. Emma began to make breakfast and it wasn't too long before Neal got up and went to make coffee.

"I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Emma said as she flipped the bacon in the skillet.

"You're making bacon. No amount of magic can keep you asleep when that smell fills the house," Neal said, going over to the coffee maker and filling it with water.

"Magic?" Emma asked confused.

"Long story, I'll tell you later. Are you okay?" Neal asked, pausing for a moment as he measured out the coffee.

"I feel great," Emma said.

"I take it you saw Hook," Neal said, leaning against the counter. Emma blushed a little. "It's okay, you're allowed to be happy."

"Thank you, Neal," Emma said, turning toward him.

"For what?"

"For protecting us last night, for always being there when we need you. I don't know what we'd do without you," Emma said.

"Oh, you'd be fine," Neal said with a wink. "And I needed protecting myself last night. My father was here."

"Gold helped?" Neal nodded. "Well, he wouldn't have become protective of us if it wasn't for you." Neal poured himself some coffee and sat down at the breakfast bar.

"You're giving me too much credit, Emma, but thanks. I'm glad I could be here for you," Neal said before taking a sip. "When do you want to head back to the library?"

"If I could, I'd wait there all day," Emma said. "Killian said sundown, but I'll probably start my stakeout there as soon as I'm done my shift." Emma put the last of the pancakes and bacon on a plate before going to wake up Henry. "Come on, kid. Breakfast before school."

"Aw, Mom," Henry said, flipping over to his other side. "Do I have to go? None of the other kids have magical attacks at night. Can't I stay home?" Emma pulled him out of the sleeping bag and steered him to the table. Henry instantly dove into the plate of bacon before Emma could even bring him some pancakes. "Do you think Killian will be home before I get out of school?" Henry said with his mouth full of food.

"I hope so, kid," Emma said. Neal helped Henry get ready and they both took him to school. Emma checked on Snow before leaving, making sure she didn't miss school either. After she and Neal parted after dropping off Henry, she felt like she was practically skipping to work. The sooner the day was over, the sooner she'd see Killian. She just knew it.

The sun had already set as David and Killian went over the last rise to Lake Nostos, they were surprised to find it fully flourishing again. David looked around in amazement- it was exactly the same as when he was here the first time, and that gave him pause. As Killian took a step towards the lake, David put a hand on his shoulder.

"Be careful. There must be a siren here if the lake is flourishing again. The last time I faced a siren, it almost cost me my life," David warned.

"I think I can handle the lass," Killian said. David gripped his shoulder harder.

"Be careful," he emphasized. Both of them went to the edge of the lake and took out their goat skins. "Let's fill these quickly and get out of here." Once they filled the goat skins and their canteens, David was ready to go, but Killian paused at the water's edge. "Let's go!"

"Wait. What if I heal myself here? I don't trust Rumplestiltskin to heal me without some sort of price," Killian said. He took the jar out of his satchel and took his hook and holster off.

"Do you, um, need help?" David asked uncomfortably.

"I don't know. Do you want to hold my dead hand unless it was absolutely necessary?" Killian asked. David shook his head to decline. Killian took the hand out of the jar, placed it up to his bad arm, and dipped it under the water. They both held their breath as he brought his arm back up- nothing changed. Killian looked instantly defeated.

"Maybe it's been too long for just your wrist. Maybe you need to submerge your whole arm," David suggested. David helped Killian take the load off his arm so he could drop his arm in easier. Just as he was about to dip his arm in, a woman began to emerge from the water. "Hook, run!" David yelled. The siren stretched out her hand and David fell instantly unconscious. Killian scrambled to put his hand back in the jar, but when he reached for his hook, the siren blew it out of his reach.

"Well aren't you a clever lass," Killian said. The siren slowly approached her and Killian drew his sword.

"So brave," the siren purred.

"Sorry, lass, your seductions won't work on me," Killian said, keeping Emma in the forefront of his mind.

"Oh, really?" the siren whispered. "Is a pirate's heart so steadfast? Isn't it in a pirate's nature to take whatever opportunity he can to get what he wants?" She continued to walk toward him, hovering over the water. Killian shook his head, but a calmness was washing over him. He tried to continue to focus on Emma, but the cadence in the siren's voice had an unstoppable soothing influence. As the siren approached him, she dipped her hands into the water and brought them over her head. When she lowered her arms, she was not the same woman.

"Milah?"

"Yes, Killian, it's me," the siren whispered. "I'm alive again." She tried to wrap her arms around him, but he arrested one of her hands and tried to push her away.

"No...you're dead," Killian said weakly.

"I can be her. You can have her alive again. You can have your true love again. All you have to do is kiss me," the siren said, leaning towards him. The battle in Killian's head was fierce. Emma...Milah...not real...must get home... When the siren saw that Killian's mind was wavering, she quickly tried to press her lips to his. In the last clear moment his head would allow under the siren's influence, he caught her before she kissed him and held her back with one hand.

"Emma! My true love is Emma," Killian said. The siren's expression turned from soothing to dark in an instant.

"Alright, captain, if that's what you..." the siren was cut off and fell back into the water, unconscious. Killian came to his senses enough to see David, the hilt of his sword still raised.

"I don't know how much time that'll buy us." He thrust the jar into Killian's chest. "Let's finish this." Killian shook his head, trying to get back to normal and undid the jar. David helped Killian kneel down in the water as Killian balanced his hand on his arm. "Good luck."

With that, David dunked Killian completely under the water, holding him there for a few seconds. Killian emerged and took a large breath. He wiped the water from his face with his good hand, then looked down at his bad arm. As he slowly brought his bad arm up, his hand was glowing at his wrist. The glowing subsided and there was his hand- completely healed. Killian looked at it in disbelief, wiggling his fingers slowly to be sure it worked. David smiled and clapped Killian on the shoulder. "It worked!" A small smile started to emerge on Killian's face, which quickly subsided back to serious and focused. He slowly got up out of the water and walked onto the sand where his hook was lying. Without a word, he stared at it for a moment before putting it in his satchel. He gathered up the bags of water and started to walk over the rise. David picked up his bags too and caught up to him. "Hook, are you okay?"

"Let's go home," Killian said, staring straight ahead. Once they reached a safe point, David pulled the hat out of his pack and poured some of the water over it. The hat started to swirl again and the mist started to form.

"Now, which door do we go through," David yelled over the gusting wind.

"Um..." Killian started. They looked at each other, shrugged, and jumped into the portal.