The morning after, Yazi stood on the Jolly Roger's deck, keeping her gaze on the horizon, and trying not to look down at the ocean far below them. She was feeling a lot better than before, both physically and mentally, but they were so high up that it could give anyone vertigo.

The conversation she shared with Henry the previous night was still repeating in her head, and it brought a smile to her face. She felt she could talk to him about things she couldn't discuss with anyone else, and that, to some extent, he understood her and sympathized with her, even if their lives were completely different.

Henry would never know what it felt like to steal and hide for a living, the same way she would never know what it felt like to be adopted. But that didn't mean they couldn't try; she hated to burden him with her problems, but at the same time, there was just something about speaking with him that eased her heart and provided peace of mind, something that nobody else could do for her, not even Neal. Not like Henry did. He truly was her best friend. And she wished he didn't have to go through something like what Pan did to him ever again. He was sleeping now, and she wanted him to rest as much as he wanted to; he deserved it. He deserved that and much more

"Yazi?" a voice pulled her out of her thoughts, and she turned away from the sky, to find Mary Margaret. The others had gotten closer as well, even Regina, and by their faces, there was something going on "We've been talking" she began, making the girl look at her curiously "Amongst all of us" she added, giving everyone around them a brief look "And we wanted to say that we're sorry" Yazi frowned, sorry for what? "We should have listened to you about Pan and the island. You knew the situation we were getting ourselves into perfectly well, but we didn't pay any attention to your warnings"

"I can't really blame you" she replied, giving theM a small smile "I did act like a child"

"But that's okay" David picked up where his wife had left off "Because it was thanks to you that Henry didn't let Pan get to him" Emma nodded in agreement.

"You saved him, Yazi" the blonde woman gave her a warm smile.

"You're one fierce lass" Hook spoke up, and he too was grinning slightly.

"Yazi, you have to understand" her foster mother continued, making the girl look at her curiously "When most of us met you, when I met you, you were a child" she began saying "You were scared and lost" out of the corner of her eye, the girl spotted Regina looking quite uncomfortable. The first sign, hopefully of many, that showed that she was genuinely trying to be better "And I felt the need to protect you. When David woke me up, and I found out that you were gone, I was afraid for you, because I didn't know if you would be able to survive on your own" the golden child remained quiet, listening attentively "And Yazi, you are still a child, but you also became a warrior. A hero" she added firmly, making the girl smile slightly upon hearing those words. Everyone else seemed to agree "That year you were away changed you, in many ways. The Yazi Scarlett that left the Enchanted Forest was not the same one that returned, and I guess I just…" she looked for the appropriate words "Didn't realize it, and wanted to protect you like before" the girl gave her a sympathetic look, understanding where she was coming from "But you don't need that anymore, you are capable of amazing things. And what happened this past week is only further proof of that"

"You're a very resourceful, girl, Miss Scarlett" Rumpelstiltskin, now out of Pandora's Box, where Pan, who apparently was his father, had trapped him inside of, chimed in from besides his son.

"Thanks" she replied with a small smile, giving him a grateful look. She appreciated the compliment, even if it came from the Dark One.

"Neal thought it would be a good idea for you to have this" Emma spoke up, taking out the man's old sword from the sheath.

"Really?" she questioned in surprise, looking at him, and he nodded with a smile.

"You'll make good use of it" he commented.

"Are you okay with it?" Yazi asked, looking at Emma and Hook.

"It's not mine, I just kept it" the captain replied, shrugging it off.

"And I prefer something a bit more modern" Emma said with a small smile, and Yazi knew she was probably talking about a gun, which sounded just right for the woman.

"Thank you" she said as she took the sword in her hand, and Emma untied the sheath to give it to her.

Things seemed to be looking up.

Yazi felt the ship trembling as it crossed realms, which could only mean that when they landed, they would be back in Storybrooke. She felt steps behind her, and when she turned around, she noticed Henry was awake.

"Hey!" she greeted, approaching him "Did you sleep well?"

"Like a rock" he replied with a nod, though he didn't elaborate more on it.

"Thanks again for last night" she commented, giving him a smile "It really meant a lot"

"Uh...No problem" he replied, even though he had no idea what she was talking about. Yazi frowned slightly upon hearing his doubtful response, but decided not to comment on it.

"Are you excited to be back home?" she asked, changing the topic. She surely was, she never wanted to hear the word 'lost girl' or the name 'Peter Pan' ever again. She had enough of that for a lifetime.

"Very" he replied shortly, giving her a small smile, before going off to talk to his father. Yazi watched after him with a curious look; it was nothing like him to reply with such simple answers, and the way he talked to her was kind of cold. She decided she would ask him about it later that day, when they were watching the movie they had agreed on.

Well, guess what. That did not happen.

Yazi waited for Henry at the Blanchard loft for almost two hours, but he never showed up. Didn't even send her a text letting her know. She even told Mary Margaret she would go to Granny's, where they had arranged to sit down, eat, catch up with everyone that had been left in Storybrooke and assign the lost-no-longer-lost boys their rooms at the inn, when she finished watching the movie with her best friend.

Seeing that it clearly wasn't going to happen, she threw on a coat and began making her way to the restaurant.

As soon as she opened the door, several voices hit her like a wave, each one involved in their own conversations.

Neal and Hook were sitting at the bar table, two glasses of what Yazi could only assume was some sort of alcoholic beverage in their hands. But the most weird part about that whole situation was that they seemed to be talking like decent human beings; she half expected to find them involved in a competition of who could drink faster without throwing up. Considering that they had a fight over a stupid lighter not so long ago, it didn't seem like such a crazy possibility.

Regina and Tinkerbell were on one of the tables, talking amiably as well; apparently, based on what Mary Margaret had told her, they shared some sort of rocky past (What a surprise, someone not liking the Evil Queen), but she assumed they were over it now.

Her foster mother and David were on another table, talking with Ruby, and Leroy with Mother Superior in a corner.

And sitting in one of the furthers booths, she spotted Henry drinking a glass of what seemed to be coke, which was kind of surprising. She assumed the first thing he would want to drink would be hot chocolate. And he looked completely calm and relaxed, as if he hadn't just stood her up. He wasn't doing anything important either, he was just...There, looking around, sort of awkwardly, as if he felt uncomfortable there. She wondered why. He was finally safe, he should be jumping for joy.

"I hope you have a good reason as to why you let me wait for you for two hours straight" she spoke up, folding her arms angrily; he looked up at her, and it didn't seem like he knew what she was talking about, which only infuriated her even more "We agreed yesterday we'd watch a movie today" she pointed out, running out of patience; it was very thin, as you might have noticed.

"Sorry" he replied with an apologetic smile "I wasn't really feeling up to it" she arched her eyebrows in disbelief, and as much as she wanted to continue screaming at him, the conversation they shared last night prevented her from doing so. It was something she didn't want to ruin, though she was still resentful.

"You could have at least texted me" she grumbled, reaching over and sliding his glass towards her, before taking a quick sip. He looked quite surprised about that "What?" she demanded, shrugging "You do this to me all the time, don't get offended now" it was true. Whenever she was eating cereal, he'd grab a few grains; hot cocoa because he was faster at finishing it than her? Yes, please. Marshmallows? He'd always steal four or five from her plate. He had no right to complain.

She expected him to say some witty remark about how he had paid for that, but nothing came, which was even weirder than the fact that he had chosen coke over chocolate.

"I saw you talking with Felix earlier" she commented, after waiting for two more minutes and not hearing his voice. He visibly tensed upon hearing her words, but did his best to hide it "What did he say to you? Is he planning on murdering all of us in our sleep?" she heard his chuckle, only to realize that his lips hadn't actually moved.

There was definitely something off.

"He's not a problem anymore" he replied "He's locked in at the sheriff's station" he added, completely missing her joke. She was about to comment on it, but Emma showed up, preventing her from doing so. She placed the fairytale book in front of Henry, who looked at it with the most uninterested gaze Yazi had ever seen him wearing.

"Well, don't be too excited" the woman commented good-heartedly, for sure noticing what the girl did "Neal still had it in his room, we thought you'd want it. Especially since you have just lived a fairytale of your own" she added with a smile, but it still seemed that he had no idea what the book was, and the gears in Yazi's head began spinning. If he wasn't acting weird before, he definitely was now.

"It's not a math problem, it's a book" the girl spoke up, talking about his perplexed expression. He gave her an inquisitive look "You know, your fairytale book? The one that started this whole thing?" he didn't answer "Did you get hit on the head or something?"

"Oh, right!" he stated, as if he had just remembered that the fairytale book was a thing, but something didn't feel right. Henry would never forget about something so important to him "Thanks" he added, opening it up.

As he did that, Yazi exchanged looks with Emma, who seemed to be as suspicious as her. They had a silent conversation.

What's going on?

I don't know, he's been weird ever since we landed in Storybrooke.

Should I ask?

Definitely.

"You okay?" the woman finally questioned, giving him a concerned frown.

"Yeah, why?" Yazi could think of a bunch of reasons, but she didn't know if it was a good idea to mention them with him present. She gave the woman another look, and motioned to the side. Simple gesture.

Let's talk.

Emma understood it almost immediately, and they both stood up and went to a separate corner, as far away from Henry as they could.

"Before coming here, did he mention anything about watching a movie with me?" she questioned, standing by the front door.

"I don't think so" Emma replied, shaking her head "Why?"

"Because we agreed to do that yesterday, and he never showed up" she explained. It'd seem like a silly complain to someone else, but when it came to him, it wasn't. He had never once missed an opportunity to hang out with her. They were apart in Neverland for merely two days, there was no way he had changed so much in two days. And the conversation they shared the night before was definitely genuine, she could feel it. She could see it in his eyes, nobody could fake a look like that, a look so full of understanding and support.

"He never forgets something like that" the woman stated, and Yazi nodded in agreement, glad she wasn't the only one who thought it was weird "I thought he'd be happier to have his book back" the book meant the world to Henry, because of the hope it brought him, and because of the person that brought it with her "He looked at it as if it was homework"

"I can't shake the feeling that there's something wrong with him" Yazi admitted, and it wasn't a 'he's tired' kind of wrong, it was something worse. Much worse. The more time she spent around him, the more she felt it.

Emma looked over her shoulder, to see him going through the pages of the book, but he didn't look absorbed in them like he usually did. He was rather...Unimpressed.

"We keep an eye on him" the woman decided, turning to look back at Yazi, who nodded.

A couple hours later, Yazi was still sitting in front of Henry, reading a book of her own. She tried to start conversations with him, but they were always two words too short, and, to be honest, it didn't seem like he actually wanted to talk to her.

But she decided to stay anyway, to, like she had agreed with Emma, keep an eye on him. His interest in the book didn't seem to get any better. She offered to buy him some hot chocolate as a 'welcoming gift' (it was mostly to see what he would respond, a test of sorts), he didn't want it. And she occasionally noticed him giving Granny's, but most importantly, herself, skeptical glances, as if he was analyzing her or something. It made her highly uncomfortable, which was a new feeling around him. Every single voice in her head kept saying 'Danger', all they were missing was a police siren to accompany their cries.

"Okay, kid" Emma spoke up, approaching them; she gave Yazi a quick look, asking how everything was going, and the girl's gaze clearly said 'Not good' "Time for something you didn't have in Neverland" she added, taking notice of Yazi's stare and engraving it in her mind as her eyes set on her son "Bedtime" Henry nodded, and began closing the book. The almost empty glass of coke stumbled when the cover hit it "Oh, careful with that" she warned, moving it closer to Yazi and further from the edge of the table "Granny won't be too happy if we break one of her vintage glasses"

The wires in Yazi's head connected, and an idea formed in her head as she looked at the drink. A test that would definitely tell her whether the red flags that she was seeing were, in fact, red flags.

Emma walked by first, and when Henry did, Yazi 'accidentally' hit the glass with her elbow, making it fall to the ground.

"Oh, sorry!" she apologized quickly, looking down to see that, just like she expected, her 'friend' had grabbed it mid air.

In that simple act, she noticed four things, but those four things held the answer to all her questions:

1. No witty remark. Again.

2. The reflexes of a CIA agent. Not even a single drop of coke had hit the floor.

3. He was left-handed.

4. None of the above were right.

This was not her best friend.