Rose POV
Mom, Mr. Gold and I entered the lobby of the apartment building. I scanned the list of names on the intercom. I shrugged and Mom looked at Mr. Gold. "Your magic globe didn't give you an apartment number?" She asked.

"It doesn't work that way," He said and they both took a turn at looking at the list. "Do any of these names mean anything to you?" Mom asked. "Well, names are what I traffic in, but sadly, no," Mr. Gold replied.

Mom pointed to an apartment that is listed only by number. "Here's your boy," She said. "Or, it could just be vacant," Mr. Gold said. "You might traffic in names and magic, but I traffic in finding people who don't want to be found. And those sort of folks don't like to advertise their whereabouts," Mom said and then she pressed the button. "U.P.S. package for four-oh-seven."

The person on the other end of the line didn't respond, and then hang up. "Maybe you should've said FedEx," I said. Suddenly, we heard a noise coming from the fire escape outside. "He's running," Mom said.

We rushed outside, where we saw the apartment's occupant climbing down the fire escape. He reached the bottom and break into a run. "That favor you owe me. This is it. Get him to talk to me. I can't run," Mr. Gold said to Mom. "Watch Rose. I'll be back," She said and started to ran after the guy.

Third Person POV
Emma chased after the unknown man through the streets of New York, stalling traffic along the way. Emma ran around the opposite side of the building and manages to ambush the man as the two meet. She tackled him, and the two of them fall to the ground. When Emma looked up, a stunned look overcomes her face. "No . . . Neal?"

"Emma?" The man, Neal asked. "Neal?" Emma repeated and the two of them stood up. "I don't understand. What are you doing here?" Neal asked. "What am I doing here?" Emma asked. "Yeah," Neal said.

"I'm not answering anything until you tell me the truth. Are you Gold's son?" She asked. "What are you talking about? Who's Gold?" He asked. "You played me. You're from there. You played me. And he played me. You both played me!" Emma said. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Okay," Neal said as the same time with Emma, "You and Gold!"

"Emma, slow down. What are you talking about? Who's Gold?" Neal asked. "Your father! Rumpelstiltskin," Emma replied. "He's here?" He asked. "Why else would I be in New York?" Emma snapped.

"YOU BROUGHT HIM TO ME! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!" Neal yelled. "Hey! I am the only one allowed to be angry here! Did you know who I was, where I was from, the whole time? Was this just some sort of sick, twisted plan? Did . . . Did you even care about me at all?" Emma asked.

"Emma, do not -"

"I want to know!" She cut him off, "I want the truth - all of it!"

"Fine! We . . . We got to get off the street. We can't do it here. We're out in the open. I . . . I spent a lifetime running from that man. I'm not going to let him catch me. There's a bar down the street. We can talk there," Neal said.

"I am not drinking with you. Whatever you're going to tell me, tell me now," Emma said. "No, bar's better. Don't worry. You can keep yelling at me when we get there," Neal said and he started to walk off. Emma, annoyed, followed him.

Rose POV
Me and Mr. Gold were still waiting outside of the apartment building. Mr. Gold bought me a hot dog and we stood next to the hotdog stand. "Don't worry. Emma's really good at catching people," I said.

"Well, my son's been running away for a long time now. Now I have a feeling he's equally adept at it," Mr. Gold. "Well, at least we found him, right?" I said. "Indeed," He agreed.

"And thank you for the hot dog," I said and he gave me a small smile. "You are quite welcome. And thank you," He said and I frowned. "For what?" I asked

"Well, if it wasn't for you bringing Emma to Storybrooke, none of this would have come to pass. You . . . Are a remarkable young woman," He said and I gave him a smile. "You know . . . I forgave her. Emma - for giving me up," I said. "She thought it was the best for me then. That's why she did it. I'm sure your son will get it, too."

"Alas, the circumstances surrounding our separation weren't quite so noble," He admitted. "But . . . you're here now. And, you want him back, right?" I asked. "More than anything," He admitted. "Then, that's all that matters," I said.

Third Person POV
Neal and Emma were talking at the bar Neal suggested. "Well, what do you want to know, Emma? You want the truth? Ask away," Neal said. "Did you know who I was when we met?" Emma asked. "If I had, I wouldn't have gone near you," Neal admitted.

"Come on," Emma said. "Come on? Come on, what? I was in hiding. I came here to get . . . A-away from . . . All that crap," Neal said. "So, if you didn't know, then you were just using me. You just needed someone to take the fall for all the watches that you stole," Emma said.

"I wasn't using you. When we met, I didn't know. I found out," Neal said. "How?" Emma asked. "When I went to sell the watches . . . I ran into a friend of yours. August," Neal said and he started to explain.

Emma was very upset and angry, even more than before. "You left me . . . And let me go to prison, because Pinocchio told you to?" She asked.

"Emma -"

"I loved you," She cut him off.

"I . . . I was, um . . . I was . . . I was trying to help you," He said. "By letting me go to jail?" Emma asked. "By getting you home," Neal said. "Are you telling me, that us meeting was a coincidence? Because how the hell did that happen? If it wasn't in your plan, or your father's?" She asked.

"Think about it. He wanted you to break the curse. Us meeting - that could have stopped it. Maybe it was fate," He said. "You believe in that?" She asked.

"You know, there's not a ton about my father that I remember that doesn't suck. But he used to tell me that there are no coincidences. Everything that happens, happens by design, and there's nothing we can do about it. Forces greater than us conspire to make it happen. Fate, destiny, whatever you want to call it. The point is . . . Maybe we met for a reason. Maybe something good came from us being together," He said.

Emma thought about it. Rose. Emma didn't went Neal to know that they have a daughter. "No," Emma lied. "Not that I can think of. I just went to jail. That's it. Doesn't matter now. I'm over it. And you."

She stood up, getting ready to leave. "Why do you wear the, uh, keychain I got you?" Neal asked. Emma looked down at the keychain hanging on a cord around her neck. She pulled the cord, releasing it from her neck, then handed him that.

"To remind myself never to trust someone again. Come on. I made a deal with your father I'd bring you to him," Emma said. "You made a deal with him? Neal asked. "Yeah," She said. "And I'm upholding my end."

"No, Emma, you don't have to. You know that," He said. "I know," Emma said. "Okay, so this should be really easy for you," Neal said. "Tell him that you lost me. Tell him you can't find me. You do that, you'll never have to see me again."