Back in New York, Neal had wanted to get to know his son more. So he took him – and everyone else – for a walk through the streets as they headed to a nearby pizza shop. "So, uh, you like pizza?" he asked his son.

"Yeah. You're going to tell me the best pizza's in New York, and I gotta try it, right?"

"It's in the Kingdom of Damarian on the north shore of the Dragon Fields of Zorn," Neal joked, then shook his head. "Nah. It's in New York. Here, let's get you a slice."

"So, you're really from there?" Henry asked as both father and son walked in. "Yeah, I am."

Emma stopped at the door to the shop and turned to the other three. "Do you think we should ..." Emma began to ask, but Mr Gold shook his head.

"If we were welcome, I feel confident an invitation would've been extended," he said. "It's a sad truth that the people closest to us are the ones capable of causing us the most pain. That's our common ground, Miss Swan."

"Guess my lying to him just caught up with me," Emma said. "Give him time. He'll forgive you."

"Is that you projecting your own hopes?"

Mr Gold scoffed at the thought. "My son and I have some way to go."

"I can see that."

"I need you to speak to him. Try and convince him to come back to Storybrooke with us."

"If I recall, there was only one favour I owed you," Emma said. "And I think I'm paid up."

"This isn't about me anymore. You'll do it for Henry."

"How do you figure that?"

"Well, because if you don't, you'll wake up one morning and discover he's hopped on a bus back to New York. He ran away to Boston to be with you. He'll do the same thing for his father."

"Until Neal lets him down. Which he will. It'll be a hard lesson, but Henry will understand that I lied to protect him."

"That sounds like something Regina would say," the Professor stated.

"I think the real reason you lied was to protect yourself," Mr Gold replied.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Emma asked.

"From getting hurt again." "That's not happening."

"Do you want a second chance with that man?" "What makes you think that?"

"The look on your face," Mr Gold said, a slight smile appearing.

"You have no idea..." Emma began but was interrupted by both Neal and Henry, who had come out of the pizza place.

"What are we talking about?" Neal asked, taking another bite of pizza.

"Emma, Neal wanted to show me the museum," Henry said. "Do you think we can go back to the apartment and get my camera?"

Emma looked at Neal, who explained, "Yeah, I … Kids like culture, right?" "Sure. Yes, that's fine. You like New York pizza?"

Henry nodded. "Yeah. It's delicious, cheesy and doesn't lie."

Emma looked back at Henry, her smile fading before they all headed back down to Neal's apartment.

As the six people made their way back to Neal's apartment, they talked. In front were Mr Gold, Belle, the Professor and Henry and behind them were Emma and Neal.

"So, shall I call you 'Grandpa' and 'Grandma' now?" Henry asked Mr Gold and Belle.

"Henry, Belle and Rumple aren't married yet. Til they do, why not you call Rumple' Grandpapa', huh?" The Professor said. "May even be sentimental to him."

"Henry can call me whatever he likes," Mr Gold said in a melancholy tone. He was still reminded of what the Seer had told him years ago. That a young boy would help him find his son, and he thought that was Henry.

"He's a good kid," Neal said to Emma. "Yeah," Emma replied.

"Hey, I'm trying my best here," Neal said after a silence.

"I know. We all are. It's just that we're going to have to go back. To our home."

"I'm just getting to know him."

"Well, then maybe … Maybe you should come with us." "To Storybrooke?"

"I've seen your apartment. You don't have a lot going on here."

"Looks can be deceiving," Neal said, then stopped. "Listen, there's something I've meant to tell you. It's complicated."

But before Neal could say what he wanted to say, Henry walked up to them as they were outside his apartment building. "So, Neal, do you think we can take a subway?"

Neal turned to Henry. "Yeah. Sure, of course. Let's go get that camera."

They all walked up to the apartment building – with Henry in the lead. He opened the door, and Mr Gold held it open for the rest of them to enter.

Once everyone was in the lobby, Neal let Henry through the gates and started to walk up to his apartment while the others waited.

Mr Gold walked over to the gates, turned around, and asked Emma, "So, uh … did you talk to him?"

"He said it's complicated..." Emma said when the door opened. Everyone turned around. It was Hook. He had somehow come to New York and tracked them down.

Hook pushed Emma out of the way while the Professor opened the caged door and pulled Belle towards it for safety. He would do the same for Mr Gold, but Hook was too fast.

Hook pushed him to the gates, stabbed his hook into his heart, and watched as Mr Gold sank slowly to the ground. "Tick-tock..." Hook began. "Kill the croc."

The Professor turned around and pushed his hand towards the pirate and magically threw Hook across the room, where he banged his head on the door before becoming unconscious.

Belle went back into the lobby, and she crouched down beside the wounded Mr Gold. "Rumple..." Belle said, as tears welling in her eyes from her eyes.

Neal came down from his apartment, running down the stairs. "What the Hell's going on?" He asked as he went through the gate.

"One of your dad's enemies found us," Emma said, looking back at Neal.

Neal looked around till he saw Hook's unconscious body on the floor. "Hook," he whispered.

"You know him?" Emma asked.

Neal's attention went back to his father and let his fingers touch the stab wound on Mr Gold's chest. He pulled them away and saw blood. "Papa?" He whispered.

Deciding to take him up to Neal's apartment, the Professor poofed himself, Neal, Belle and Mr Gold all up there (once he was sure no one else was around). Neal helped settle his father on the couch.

Once Mr Gold was settled on the couch, Emma entered the apartment, followed by Henry. "We found a storage room and locked our stab-happy pirate in there," she said and closed the door behind them. "He shouldn't be causing anyone any problems. And, get this. He had a map on him. It looks like he sailed his ship here."

"How do you get a pirate ship into New York?" Neal asked as he looked up from his father's wound.

"It's been cloaked by Cora," the Professor said.

Emma went over to Henry. "Don't worry. He's not going to hurt anyone of us."

The Professor got his phone out and started to walk out of the room toward the bedroom. "I'm going to call a few friends. See if they can take Hook for us."

"Is Mr Gold gonna be okay?" Henry asked.

Neal looked back at his son. "Henry, he's going to be fine," he said before leaving for another part of his apartment.

Henry went over to his grandfather. "Mr Gold, are you all right?"

Mr Gold got up slightly and pulled Henry over to him. "You stay away from me. You caused this. You brought us back here. You did this."

The Professor returned from his phone call with Kate Stewart and went over to them. "Henry. You wanna help your Grandpapa, don't you?" Henry nodded. "Okay. I need you to go over to the window and look for a helicopter. Black, military-styled helicopter. You got that?"

Henry nodded and went over to the window and climbed out as he started to look for the helicopter.

Neal came back to his father with a damp cloth. "Oh man, we gotta get him to an ER fast."

"No. That's pointless," Mr Gold said, as everyone got a clear look at Mr Gold's would. And, by the look of it, it looked infected.

"What is that?" Belle asked.

"It's poison," Mr Gold answered. "This is one of hook's own making. There's no antidote in this world. It's not from here."

The Professor leaned forward and waved his hand over the wound. It glowed yellow, and he stepped back.

"What did you do?" Belle asked. "It will stop it from spreading. For now, at least. But it won't hold."

"There's gotta be some way we can save you," Neal said. "There is, there is," Mr Gold said.

"Storybrooke. There's magic there now. We need to get him back," Emma said.

"More magic than what we have," the Professor said. "And maybe more people that could help."

"I'll get a car to take us," Neal said.

"No, no, no. There's not enough time. We need something faster," Mr Gold said.

"I'll call Dad," the Professor said as he took his phone out again and dialled the number to the TARDIS. But there was no answer. He hung up. "Strange. Usually, he picks up."

"What about the Captain's ship?" Mr Gold said.

"The JollyRoger instead of a car?" Emma asked.

"It's the fastest vessel in all of the realms."

"Well, that's great. But who'll captain it? Since the only guy qualified wants you dead."

"I can do it," the Professor said. "I once helped save Buckingham Palace with my dad on Christmas Day."

"Wait … That was you?" Neal asked. "Yeah. It was."

"Well, I think you are more qualified than me," Neal said. Emma turned to Neal. "You know how to sail a pirate ship too?"

"Yeah. I do." There was a lot that people didn't know about him.