Emma was out in the woods alone, looking for holly berries. Anything to help her figure out who this Wicked Witch was. And why they were in Storybrooke. And why she had enacted this curse.

She was alone by a holly berry bush when a man's voice interrupted her. "Swan!" it called out. It had sounded familiar. One she hadn't heard in a long time.

She turned around. It was Hook. "I thought you would be still locked up," she said.

Hook approached her. "That would be true," he began, coming closer to her, "if I had been washed up in the curse."

Emma tilted her head. Wasn't he affected by it? Maybe he knew who had cast it? "If you didn't come here from the curse, you still have your memories from the past year."

"I do. But, alas, I wasn't with anyone here," Hook said. "My ship was out in the seas somewhere. So I had to find her. I'm a pirate, after all."

"Right. And you had one swashbuckling adventure after the other?"

"Exactly."

"But that doesn't tell me how you escaped the curse. Or why you're even here."

"I was aboard my ship when I saw the curse roll. I outraced it," Hook began. "I knew if there were another curse, someone would have to find you. Bring you home. Back to your parents."

"And they did. How did you know I wasn't in the Enchanted Forest? How were you going to restore my memories?" Emma asked.

"As a pirate, you hear whispers. Rumours. I took a chance. Maybe that time I spent locked up did me good. It made me see what I needed to see." He took a breath. "But, now I see that doesn't matter. You're here."

Emma was silent. "You're lying," she then said. "Excuse me?" Hook asked.

"What happened back there? What aren't you telling me?" "Nothing. It's my tale. I'm sticking to it."

"Still don't believe you."

"Now I have a question for you. Why are you out in the woods?"

Emma started off walking. "It's a long story," she said and began to tell him what had happened to catch the pirate up.

They came to a clearing. A farm. And a farmhouse cottage. Zelena's. they looked around. "The farmhouse," Emma said with a sigh. "You have to appreciate the irony." She started walking again, and Hook followed. They approached the front steps and walked onto the veranda. Emma peered through a window. They were noting looked too out of the ordinary inside. But there were

objects inside.

"Someone is living here," Emma whispered. "It looks empty right now, though." "Then why are we whispering?" Hook whispered back.

"Because good hideouts always look empty. Trust me. I spent much time tracking down people who don't want to be found. So I know about hiding out." She peered around a corner and nothing— just a bike leaning against the side of the house. Emma sighed.

She looked out onto the yard and found an entrance to a storm cellar in the ground. "Storm cellar," she spied.

She went towards it and inspected it. She took out her gun, but Hook stopped her. "Whoa! Wait, wait, wait," he said. "It's one thing walking around a deserted farmhouse. It's another descending into a one-way cellar with no way out."

"Scared?" Emma asked.

Hook sighed. "There's a difference between fear and strategy. We know she's got flying monstrosities. Who knows what's down there?"

Emma sighed. But at least she knew that Hook caught on quick.

"If this witch is as powerful as you said, we could use some magical backup. And unless you were practising in New York City."

"Okay. I'll call Regina," Emma said, taking her phone out. "Have her drop Henry at Granny's. I'd like to see those flying monstrosities try to get past her crossbow." Emma looked down at her phone and saw she had a voicemail from David. She pressed it."

"Emma … It's David," the phone said. "I'm at the trail ahead, and I think I found her. The Wicked Witch. I'm going after her."

Putting the phone back in her pocket, Emma took off to find her father – with Hook following.

The Professor was back at the Gold house. He was in the backyard with Ellie in her pram, and he looked around. He made sure there was no one about. Not for what he planned to do.

Once he made sure that no one was around, he took the Dark One's dagger out from his inside coat pocket and held it out. He took a breath.

"I command thee, Dark One," he said. "Rumplestiltskin. Come and find me. Come home to your friends. Come home to your family."

To calm himself down, he put the dagger back inside his coat and took the pram, taking himself and Ellie inside the house. He hoped that maybe this would work. That this will give him more leverage over Zelena, the Wicked Witch.