A/N So just a little tip for while you're reading this chapter, everything italicized happened in the past. Also happy New year! First chapter of 2015! Lots of Killian in this chapter for those of you wondering where he's been, so all of you. Hope you all enjoy! Please remember to review and favorite and follow and tell your friends to read it. Especially that last one and reviewing because I really get motivated when I see what you all have to say about the story, I like opinions and questions and everything else. Okay get on with the reading!

"Where am I?!" Hook yelled sitting up straight and hitting his head on a wall behind him. Hook grunted running the back of his head then sniffing the air and wincing. "What's that smell? It smells of salt and... garbage and rum... No, wait..." He bent his head down and smelt his armpit. "No, I smell of rum... hmm, I don't remember drinking rum. But if I'm drunk or rather hung over, I don't suppose I'd remember much of anything... Why am I talking to myself?"

Hook closed his eyes and shook his head, the felt very dazed. He rubbed his right eye then his left then looked to either side of him. Hook was sitting alone in a dark alley and it was the middle of the night. He looked up at the sky and saw the moon was in a crescent shape. But that couldn't be right, the night when Graham died the moon was little more than a half shape. Had it really been four days? And what had he been doing for four days?

Hook stood up and balanced himself by placing a hand in the wall. First thing to be done was find out where he was exactly. Then find out where Emma was. Hook stared walking down the alley and began replaying the events since his argument with Emma through his head.

"I hate you and I want you to leave!"

"As you wish... I don't think you hate me, Swan, if you did you wouldn't have had tears in your eyes when you said it. I just think you're scared. Of what?.. I'm not sure."

He walked away after that listening as she continued to cry. Hook took a deep breath frowning at the sound of her continuous wails. He couldn't bear it, to just be there and hear how sad she was and not be able to help. Instead of continuing to leave he waited for her to stop crying then slowly returned to where she was.

He looked down at Emma who was curled up on the ground, snoring ever so softly. Hook bent down beside her and pushed her shoulder a bit, Emma made no response. He let out a small sigh of relief before turning her over so that she was on her back. Next he reached one arm underneath her legs and the other under her back and slowly lifted her from the ground. In her sleep Emma snuggled into him a bit, Hook looked at her and smiled then remembered what she had said and immediately forced a frown.

Hook turned around a corner, entering a well lit street. There were a few people walking around for a nice night stroll, and the occasional carriage passed by. He ran across the street to a couple that were walking into a tavern and stopped them.

"Excuse me, but where are we exactly?" Hook asked.

"The dark kingdom..." the man said give him a dirty look.

"And... And where in the dark kingdom?" Hook inquired.

"Just a mile from the black shore." The woman said kindly. "You alright? You look terrible."

"No... No.. No! How did I get back here!?" Hook yelled, the black shore was where he docked the Jolly Roger. Hook took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Think Killian, think, what happened?" He asked himself ignoring the strange looks from the two people beside him.

Hook walked into the inn as casually as he could while carrying Emma in his arms. The inn keeper gave him a strange look, almost as if he was worried that he might have kidnapped her. Which would been an understandable assumption considering her hair was all other the place and she looked as if she had been crying for hours, which she had, and Hook was no doubt one of the more suspicious looking men around town.

"We just got married." Hook whispered the lie to the inn keeper hoping that would clear any suspicion. "Long journey, guess she just couldn't wait to rest."

"I see..." the man said warily and quietly, at least understanding that Hook didn't want to wake her. "There a small room upstairs but that's all I have open."

"Sounds lovely." Hook said continuing to keep his voice down. The inn keeper held out the key to the room for him but Hook was unable to grab it seeing as his arms were full. "Perhaps you could open the door for us?"

Hook cursed under his breath and started heading toward the shore. The Jolly Roger was the best place for him to go now. At least there he could figure out what to do, maybe get to Emma a bit faster and he'd have the part of his crew that stayed behind on the ship. He walked as fast as his feet would carry him all the while trying to remember how this happened.

Hook dropped Emma down on the bed in a very exhausted way. He had been carrying her for miles and she was a lot heavier than he anticipated. Hook looked down at her and frowned, lifting her up a bit he pulled the covers out so that she was lying on the sheets. Next he put the blankets around her so that she would be more comfortable. Hook took a step back and saw that Emma was frowning in her sleep, she wiggled around a bit so that she was lying in her side. Hook couldn't help but smile, she was beautiful when she slept. However while he stood there admiring her, Hook suddenly remembered what she had said to him.

"Emma hates me," he said to himself. "She doesn't hate me, she can't hate me?... it doesn't matter, either way she doesn't want to be near me, she made that clear... I'm talking to myself..." Hook trailed off realizing that the only reason why he was talking to himself was because he didn't have Graham to talk to. Hook felt a bit of a sting behind his eyes and he gritted his teeth, not allowing himself to be even a little emotional.

"Anyway..." Hook said gaining control of himself once again. "She doesn't want to be around me... that's fine... I'll leave." Hook went to the door but before his hand even touched the handle he turned around again.

"I can't just leave... She needs..." Hook paused to think, what did she need? Or more truthfully, what did he think she needed? Hook knew what he wanted Emma to need... He shook his head and that thought along with it. "She needs money, that's what she needs... money for the room."

Hook dug into his pockets and grabbed a handful of coins, not even counting how much and he set them on the table. He looked at it for a moment, then with a curt nod he went for the door, only to turn around again.

"I can't very well leave money but no note..." He said to himself, but realized he had nothing to write with. "The inn keeper should have something."

Hook looked up and saw that he was nearing the shore line. Soon he'd be back on his ship where he belonged. But when he took his next step a thought passed through his head. What was he to tell the rest of the crew on the ship when they saw him arrive alone. No, he couldn't worry about that now, of anything he needed to worry about Emma.

Hook looked down at the paper before him which was more covered with words. He would've reread everything but looking down at it he could barely read it himself. The words were sloppy considering his already horrid handwriting on top of how fast he was writing and how tired he was. Hook gave a small shrug then folded the paper and put it into the envelope. The inn keeper had provided him with two sheets of paper, an envelope, a pen and a wax seal. Hook stamped the seal into the envelope then placed it on the table.

As he started for the door, with the pen, the seal and extra piece of paper to return to the inn keeper, he ran over the letter in his mind. Admittedly he couldn't remember most of it, he sort of went off on a little rant once the pen hit the paper. Hook bit his lip, a habit he had picked up from Emma, as he thought more about the letter.

"Did I mention about the money?" He wondered out loud.

Hook went back to the table and put down everything in his hands. He ripped open the letter and decided to put the money inside so it'd all be easier for her. Then on the extra paper he began to write out some more. Only that turned into a bit of a rant so he ripped off the top part of the paper and started over, being carefully to only say the important things. Hook looked down and quickly scanned over everything. Finally he shoved the smaller note into the envelope.

Only Hook didn't put the letter on the table this time, instead he turned towards Emma, who was still fast asleep. He carefully leaned over placed the letter beside her head on the pillow. He paused there, with his face so close to hers and longed for nothing more but to give her a kiss. But instead he straightened up, grabbed the things to return to the inn keeper and went for the door.

"Sleep well, Swan." Hook whispered, not turning back as he said it, knowing that if he did he'd only end up staying longer.

Hook furrowed his eyebrows, that was the last thing he remembered. Nothing... there was absolutely nothing. No memories after that moment, after walking through that door. He kicked a rock in anger surprised when he heard it plop into water. He raised his head to see the ocean sitting before him and when he turned his head he saw her. There she was waiting for him exactly where he left her...

His ship...

The Jolly Roger.