Chapter NINETEEN: The Map Uncovers Itself
Emma rushed over to the campsite with Mary Margaret following her. After the battle, the group had gone back to their camp, when Emma decided to have a sit alone. But Mary Margaret had joined her. She knew something was up, and by judging her maternal instincts, she knew she would like to talk about it. She did have 28 years to make up to her, after all.
And she was right. Emma did talk about it with her, and while they were talking, Emma uncovered what she was denying about herself. She knew what Pan had been wanting from her. In all her time of being in the system, Emma felt like a Lost Girl. Like she didn't belong.
"The map is working," Emma stated to the rest of the group, when she joined them, showing off the newly formed map. "We know where Henry is."
"Where?" Regina asked, as she marched over to Emma, as everyone crowded over the map.
The Doctor and Clara began to study it. "Well, we're at the Southern Tip here," the Doctor said, as he pointed to the place at the map. "And we need to go here ..." He moved his hand to the north eastern point on the island, where the x was.
"That's where Pan's keeping Henry, yeah?" Clara asked, to which the Doctor nodded.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Regina asked.
"Well, I managed to give Neverland a quick scan on the TARDIS," the Doctor explained. "I did pick up that the terrain in that direction isn't easy ..."
"We should prepare, then," David suggested. "We only made it out of our last encounter because Pan let us. We need a new plan."
Emma gave a brief nod. "Agreed. It's time we stop playing his game and he starts playing ours."
"And if I disagree?" Regina asked.
"Go ahead. But I think our best chance is together."
"You better be right," Regina said, before the group disbanded and went to bed for the night. It would be a long journey ahead of them.
Meanwhile, Mr Gold was walking through another part of the jungle, looking for anything that could help him defeat Pan, and save Henry. But, as he walked through the jungle, he heard something. Something rustling. He looked around, thinking there was someone behind him. But there was nothing. He began to walk on again, thinking that he was only hearing things. But, he was still on alert.
He heard more rustling, and looked up this time. And when he did, he saw his childhood straw doll falling to the ground. The same one he had thrown off the cliff. It fell to the ground, and Mr Gold looked down towards it. He was mystified to what it was doing here.
He must have enchanted it, he thought to himself.
He bent down and picked it up, thumbing over the features of it gently, before throwing it to the ground. No. He was not going to let Pan win. He held out his hand and created a fireball in his hand, before throwing it down at the doll, letting the fire burn away at the doll. He then stepped down on the doll, letting it sink into the ground. He had won. Or so he thought.
Mr Gold continued on his way again. He continued down the path, and moved a branch, but was shocked to discover what lay ahead: his childhood doll. It had survived the burning and was now laying on a rock ahead of him. Pan wanted Mr Gold to have this doll.
He leaned forward and grabbed the doll in his left hand. He looked around again, before back at the doll, before putting it inside his inner coat pocket and setting upon his way again.