I throwed a pair of shoes into a bad and there was a knock at the door. Mom walked over and answered it. "Ready to go, Ms. Swan?" Mr. Gold asked. "Almost," Mom replied. Mr. Gold walked in the apartment.

"Do you think we'll be cold where we're going, or warm?" I asked Mom. "I think layers are always a good idea," She replied. "I thought the terms of our agreement were quite clear. You owe me a favour - you alone," Mr. Gold said, pointing at Mom.

"I'm not leaving Rose here with Cora lurking about, so either we both go, or we both stay," Mom said. Mr. Gold was quiet for a few seconds before he looked down at me as he spoke, "Then, we'll have to purchase another plane ticket, won't we?"

Grandma walked over and helped me put on my jacket. "Wait. We're flying?" Mom asked. "Don't worry, I'm covering expenses. Even the new ones," Mr. Gold said.

"You're a real gentleman, aren't you?" Grandpa said sarcastically as he walked down the stairs with Mom's bag. He handed Mom the bag and then walked over to Mr. Gold and they talked.

Mom and I hugged Grandma and then we followed Mr. Gold out. "Bye," I said to Grandma and Grandpa. I hugged Grandpa and he hugged me tightly before we broke the hug and I walked out with Mom and Mr. Gold.

Mr. Gold, equipped with the shawl around his neck, was driving. Mom was in the passenger seat, and I was in the back seat. We were heading down a deserted road in Mr. Gold's car.

"So . . . Where are we going?" I asked. "Logan International Airport," Mr. Gold replied. "I think she meant after that," Mom said. "Let's just take things one step at a time, shall we?" Mr. Gold said

"You really think that shawl's going to work?" Mom asked. "Well, if it doesn't, and I revert to my cursed self, we're all going to have some problems," Mr. Gold said. "It'll work."

We passed the 'leaving Storybrooke' sign and a wave of magic passed over Mr. Gold. There was a brief pause. "So?" I asked Mr. Gold. "My name is Rumpelstiltskin," He said. "And we're going find my son."

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Third Person POV
At Mary Margaret's apartment, Mary Margaret was in the kitchen when David entered, wearing two gun holsters. "You like the holster, huh?" Mary Margaret said with a smirk. David gave a small chuckle. "I miss carrying a sword," He said. "Well, it looks good on you," Mary Margaret said.

"Come on. Leroy has the dwarves on Cora watch. They've got eyes everywhere, but they could use our help," David said as he hold out Mary Margaret's jacket. "Really?" Mary Margaret asked as she walked over and David helped her put the jacket on. "How hard can it be to find a powerful sorceress in a small town?" Mary Margaret asked.

They were about to leave. When they opened the door, they found Regina, who was just preparing to knock. "Apparently, not very hard," David said. "Regina. You're back," Mary Margaret said.

"I know you think I'm responsible for poor Dr. Hopper's death," Regina started. "He's . . . Alive," David said. "What?" Regina asked. "You were framed," Mary Margaret said. "Who would do that?" Regina asked, pretending she didn't knew.

"Your mother. She's here," Mary Margaret said. "But . . . But that's . . . That's . . . Not possible," Regina said, pretending to be shock. "When we found a way back, so did she," Mary Margaret said. Regina gave a small sighed. "We were wrong . . . And we're so sorry," Mary Margaret said.

"I know. But, if Cora's here, then we're all in danger. Please, you have to let me see my daughter. I can protect her," Regina said. "She's not here," Mary Margaret said. "What?" Regina asked.

"Mr. Gold asked Emma to help him find his son. They left town about an hour ago with Rose," David replied. "And no one told me?" Regina said. "We didn't know where you were," Mary Margaret replied. "And, to be honest, Regina, I don't think Emma has to run anything by you."

"No, I suppose she doesn't," Regina said and then left. David sighed as Mary Margaret closed the door. "That went well," Mary Margaret said sarcastically. "With her, it doesn't get much better," David said. "Come on. Let's go find Cora."

"Where?" Mary Margaret asked. "No idea. But I know who to ask," David said as he handed a quiver of arrows and a bow to Mary Margaret, and the two of them left.