The others had arrived at Logan International Airport in Boston. Climbing out of the car, they made their way inside the airport. They collected their tickets and were now waiting in line.

"Have you ever been outside of Storybrooke before, Mr Gold?" Henry asked, turning around.

"Several times," Mr Gold said.

"So you're not nervous this time?"

"I never get nervous," Mr Gold said, slightly annoyed with these questions.

"Are you worried about meeting your son?"

"No, Henry, I'm fine," Mr Gold said, getting annoyed with these questions.

Belle put her arms around Mr Gold's left arm. "Why don't you talk to Emma?" She suggested to Henry. Henry nodded, and once he was out of earshot, Belle teased, "So, the powerful Dark One is nervous about seeing his son again?"

"Why shouldn't I be?" Mr Gold asked. "I haven't seen him in so long. What happens if he doesn't remember me? Or worse, he wants no part in my life?"

"You have to look on the bright side, then."

Before Mr Gold could respond, Emma walked up to them. "We're next. You've gotta put your shoes in."

"How terribly uncivilised," Mr Gold said as everyone took their shoes off. Henry walked through the metal detector first, and then Mr Gold went through it.

"Uh, the cane goes in the basket," the security guard said. "What?" Mr Gold said.

"Put your cane in the basket," the security guard repeated.

Mr Gold sighed before placing the cane on the tray. Then, turning around, he began to amble through the metal detector. Once through, he picked up his cane and shoes before putting them back on and waited for the others.

Henry joined them after having a look around. "Guys, there's a Cinnabons here!" he exclaimed, pointing in the direction he came from.

The staff at the airport moved them to the waiting room while they waited to board their flight. While Emma, Henry, the Professor and Belle were seated, Mr Gold paced around. He was nervous about finding his son again. Mr Gold didn't want to wait. He could use magic to transport himself to New York, but he didn't want to. He wanted to show Baelfire he was strong enough not to use magic, which made it more complex.

"Do you want anything to eat?" Emma asked. "No," Mr Gold said.

"Is something wrong?"

"Stop asking me that." He sighed, then turned around. "I'll be right back."

He walked towards the men's bathroom and entered. Looking at himself in the mirror, he soon found an empty cubicle and locked it behind him. He paced around again before dropping his cane and punching the metal dispenser on the wall – numerous times. Finally, he stopped and relaxed against the wall, his head creating a small thud against it. Punching that metal dispenser didn't help him, but his hand was sore now. He looked down, noticing he had grazed his knuckles. He waved his other hand over the graze without thinking, and it magically healed. Seeing what he had just done, he sighed and collapsed again against the wall. This was going to be more challenging than he thought. Magic was a part of him for 150 years. It was hard to stop using it suddenly.

He was lost in his thoughts until Henry opened the door to the bathroom. "Mr Gold?" he called out. "Mr Gold? We're boarding soon. Are you coming?"