Once Regina left the Diner to look around the Wicked Witch's Homestead herself, the others went to the Pawn Shop, where they found Belle and the Professor (and Ellie, who was in her pram) sitting in the backroom. And they told the both of them everything they had found out. That Mr Gold was alive.

"So Rumple's alive?" Belle asked, emotion filling her voice. "But how is that even possible?"

"We were hoping one of you might be able to tell us that," Emma said. "Both of you know him and the shop better than anyone."

"I don't recall seeing him back in the Enchanted Forest," the Professor said. A slight lie, but one that he thought was necessary. Protect his daughter at all costs. Protect his family. Make sure that Zelena didn't suspect him. "I was mainly focused on Clara and the pregnancy."

Emma nodded slowly, glancing at the pram from the desk she was leaning on. "If Gold's in Storybrooke, there has to be a clue about how he got back, or how we can find him, now that he is."

"Yeah. We'll start looking right away," Belle said.

"Keep your eyes out for him, too," David said. "If he comes into town, he'll…." "He'll come to us," Belle interrupted. "Yeah. I know."

"I will stay here with you," Hook said. "I'm surprisingly good at research."

Belle quickly turned her head to look at Hook. "You will stay with me?" she asked. "With us?" Hook nodded.

"He'll protect the both of you if the Witch comes," Emma said.

The Professor looked at Hook, then Emma. "Excuse me?" he asked. "I can do that quite easily."

"He did also try to kill me," Belle added.

"He also terrorised Rumple. So Hook might scare him off if he came to us," the Professor told them. "If what you said about Rumple is true, he will be scared. Emotions and the Dark One do not mix well."

"Well, there were extenuating circumstances," Hook explained but was interrupted by Belle.

"Twice," she snapped. "You tried to kill me twice."

"Sorry?" Hook asked.

"If you wanna stay here, you're not helping yourself," the Professor told him.

"You know how to charm people, don't you?" Emma asked Hook.

"This will be my way of making it up to you," Hook said to them.

Belle looked at the Professor, who sighed. "Fine," she reluctantly said.

"All right, we should get out into the woods," Emma instructed. David looked at Mary Margaret. "Hey, maybe you should stay home."

"Me? I'm the best tracker here," Mary Margaret said.

"I know. But we'll manage. Remember what Zelena said. You need your rest."

"Belle … Thank you for your help," Emma said, approaching her. "And don't worry, we're gonna find him."

"Okay. Thank you," Belle said, smiling softly at Emma.

Once they left - and it was just the Professor, Belle, Hook and Ellie in the shop – the Professor and belle both decided if Hook were to stay, he could help them with some general jobs around the shop.

Belle was on a step ladder and passed a hardcover book down to the pirate to dust. "Uh, watch the cover on that one," she told him.

Hook grabbed it with his hand. "Dealing with a hook here," he pointed out when they heard a crash at the door.

The Professor stood up, putting down the bottle he had been feeding Ellie with. Belle, however, stepped down from the step ladder. "It's him," she said. "It's Rumple." She raced through the shop and arrived in front of the side door. The Professor and Hook followed – the latter grabbing his cutlass – and they watched as someone pushed the door open. And they were moving the boxes in front of it out of the way.

"Careful," the Professor warned. "It might not be him

Once the boxes were out of the way, the door opened fully, and Neal burst in before he collapsed on the wooden floor.

Belle rushed to his side, gasping at the sight of him. She hadn't seen him since they were back in this land. Since they undid Pan's curse. "Neal? Neal?" she asked, her hands moving around the limp body.

They took him to the Storybrooke Hospital, where Neal was lying on a hospital bed – and had medical staff examine him. No one knew what had happened to him or where he was, but something had happened.

Once they had rung Emma, she and David rushed into his hospital room – where the Doctor, Belle, Hook, and the Professor were. "Neal!" she exclaimed. "You're here. What happened?"

Neal sighed, moving his hands to his head before he shook it. "I don't know. I remember seeing the yellow Bug cross the town line, and next thing I know, I'm running around a forest back in Storybrooke, where there's been a lot going on."

"Are you going to tell him, or shall I?" Hook asked, glancing at Neal.

Neal looked at Hook. "Tell me what?"

"We think Rumplestiltskin is back," the Professor said.

"Back?" Neal repeated. How was this possible? He had just seen him die. "I just watched him die. What do you mean 'he's back'?"

"Take it easy," Emma said before noticing a mark on Neal's hand. A burn mark in the shape of a triangle. "What the hell is that?"

"I have no idea. It was there when I woke up," Neal said.

The Doctor looked at it as well. "Something has left a scorched mark on your skin. But where did it come from?"

Emma took out her phone and took a picture of it. "Belle? Can you do some more research?"

"Yeah. Sure. Absolutely," Belle agreed.

"I'll send you the picture." "Okay."

"Hey, guys," Neal interrupted. "Can we have a minute?"

"Yeah. Of course," David said, and everyone but Emma left the room.

Emma sat on the edge of Neal's bed, and Neal nodded slowly. "It's good to see you," he told her. "Even better to have you remember me."

"It's good to see you, too," Emma said. "Has it been a year?"

"Yeah."

"When can I see Henry?"

Emma took a breath. She was unsure how to tell him that Henry had no memory of his father. Or how he'll react. "Neal, I don't …."

"I know, okay? I know I can't just come barging back into your life."

"No. It's not that," Emma said. She had to tell him the truth. "My memories came back, but his … He doesn't remember anything. The curse, his old life …."

" … Me," Neal finished. "You."

"What does he know about his father?"

"What I knew until about a week ago, which was you let me go to jail and never came back for us."

Neal sighed. "Yeah, but I didn't have a choice. You know that." "Yeah. I do know that now. But I didn't during that whole year."

"So my son has no clue who I am? Does he think I'm the jerk that abandoned him? Listen, we have to get his memories back. We have to fix this. There must be somebody who can … The Blue

Fairy, or my father, that …."

"Neal," Emma said. "He was delighted in New York. With our life."

Neal looked at Emma and slightly tilted his head. "You don't want him to get his memories back?"

"Maybe that's for the best."

"But I'm his father. I want him to know who I am."