At Mary Margaret's apartment, Mary Margaret talked to Emma on the phone. "Wait. Gold's son is Rose's father?" Mary Margaret asked. "I know. I know. And the millions of questions you have, I have, too. The problem is, it doesn't matter right now because I don't know what to do," Emma said.

"Please tell me you're not calling to ask me to tell you to keep it from her," Mary Margaret begged. "Rose thinking her father is dead. I told her that for a reason. I want to protect her," Emma said.

"No matter what this man did, Rose has a right to know who her father is. The truth about your parents . . . Emma, you of all people should know how important that is," Mary Margaret said.

"I don't want Rose to get hurt. I just want to protect her," Emma said. "Are you sure this is about protecting Rose, and not yourself?" Mary Margaret asked.

Rose POV
Mr. Gold and I were still waiting for Mom in the lobby of Baelfire's apartment building. I noticed that Mr. Gold was nervous. "Why are you so nervous? When I found my Mom, I was excited," I admitted.

"Because I have the benefit of a little more . . . life experience. I know that things don't always happen the way we want them to," He replied. "Sure, but in my book, it says that you can see the future. Why can't you just look and see what's going to happen?" I asked.

"Well, that ability is complicated. I didn't always have it. And then when I did . . . Well . . . It's maybe not the gift one would expect. Seeing the inevitable can be a terrible price," He replied. "The future is like a puzzle . . . With missing pieces. Difficult to read. And never, never what you think."

"Hey," Mom said and we saw her walking over. "Did you find him?" Mr. Gold asked. "Sorry. Your son got away," She said.

Third Person POV
Mary Margaret and David were talking in Mary Margaret's kitchen. "So Rumpelstiltskin is Rose's grandfather?" David asked. "Apparently," Mary Margaret said.

"But I'm her grandfather," David said. "You can have more than one," Mary Margaret said. "So her . . . step-grandmother is Regina, the Evil Queen," David started. "Actually, her step-great-grandmother. And she's also her adoptive mother," Mary Margaret said.

"It's a good thing we don't have Thanksgiving in our land, cause that dinner would suck," David said. "Or, maybe this will mellow everyone out," Mary Margaret said.

Rose POV
Mr. Gold frantically hit all of the buttons on the intercom. "Gold, wait. What are you doing?" Mom asked. Someone respond to the buzzer and unlocked the front door. "I'm finding my son," He replied.

"He's gone," Mom said. "But he lives here. He'll be back, and I'll be waiting," Mr. Gold said.

We arrived at the door of Baelfire's apartment. Mr. Gold set to picking the lock. "Stop. You can't just break in," Mom said. "Yeah, well, actually, that's something I'm quite adept at," Mr. Gold said.

"He might not come back," Mom said. "Okay. Finding people is what you do, Ms. Swan. I'm simply going to assist you. There may be information in here. Who he is, what he does, who he loves," He said.

"No, don't do this. There are things called laws. You could get arrested," She said. "Then my son will have to testify against me, and we will be reunited," He said. He successfully picked the lock and opened the door.

"Gold. Come on, please. We really shouldn't be here," Mom said as we got inside. "I don't think he's listening," I said. Mom closes the door and I joined Mr. Gold to investigate the apartment. I saw Mom grabbing a dream catcher that was hanging in the window.

"You find something, dearie?" Mr. Gold asked her. "Nothing. Uh, it just looks like a dream catcher," Mom said. "Yeah, well, if it's nothing, why are you still holding it? You're lying to me," He said.

"Just get back to looking, okay?" Mom said. "No, no, no. You saw something. Tell me," Mr. Gold said.

"You don't know what you're talk -"

"Tell me!" He cut her off.

"Rose, go wait in the bathroom," Mom told me. "But I can help," I insisted. "Rose, go!" She demanded. I walked to the bedroom and left them alone but I could hear them talk.

"There's nothing here. The guy's a ghost," Mom said. "Well, you think me a fool? You're holding back. I want to know what, and why," Mr. Gold said. "I'm not holding back," Mom said. "Did he tell you something?" Mr. Gold asked.

"Gold -"

"Did he tell you something?!" He cut her off.

"Nothing. He didn't say anything," Mom said.

"But you talked to -"

"Don't put words in my mouth -"

"Tell me! You tell me, or I'm going to make you tell me."

"You don't have magic here," Mom said. "Oh, I don't need magic," Mr. Gold said. "You really want to do this?" Mom asked. "Do not push me," Mr. Gold said.

"Don't push me," Mom said. "We had a deal! A deal! No one! No one breaks deals with me!" Mr. Gold yelled. Then I heard a new voice, "Hey! Leave her alone."

I didn't hear anything else so I walked out the bedroom. "Mom? What's going on?" I asked. "Hey . . ." Mom said and walked over to me. "Who's this?" The man asked. "My daughter," Mom replied. "What?" The man asked.

"Is that Baelfire?" I asked, looking at the guy. "Sweetie, I need you to stay in the other room for a little while longer, okay? Come on," Mom said and tried to lead me out of the room. "Wait. H-how old are you?" The man asked me.

"Don't answer him," Mom told me. "How old are you, kid?!" The man demanded. "Eleven!" I yelled as I got out of Mom's grip and I looked at them. "Now, why is everyone yelling?"

"She's eleven?" Baelfire asked Mom. I looked at her, "Mom?" I asked. "Is this my daughter?" Baelfire asked and I looked at him, frowning. "No. My Dad was a fireman. He . . . He died," I said and looked at Mom, "That's what you told me. You said . . ."

"Is this . . . My daughter?" Baelfire asked. Mom walked over me, she brushed piece of my hair behind my ear and hold my face. "Yes . . ." She whispered. I backed away from her, and then exit through the window leading to the fire escape.

"Rose. Rose?" Mom called as she followed me. I sat at the top of the fire escape. "So, that's him," I said. "Yeah," She said. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "Because I never thought I would see him again. I never wanted to," She replied.

"Why not?" I asked. "He was a thief, Rose. A liar, a bad guy, and he . . . He broke my heart," She said. "I could have taken it, you know. The truth," I said.

"I know. He was just a part of my life I wanted to forget. That's why I didn't tell you. I was thinking of me, not you," She said. "I thought you were different, but you're just like her. Regina. She always lied to me, too," I said and looked away from her.

"I'm sorry . . ." She said and I looked at her. "I want to meet my Dad," I said and she gave a small nod.

Third Person POV
Emma crawled back into Neal's apartment through the window, while Rose waited outside on the fire escape. Neal was waiting. "She wants to meet you," Emma said. "You weren't going to tell me about her," Neal said.

"No, I wasn't," Emma admitted. "Yeah, well, she's my kid, too, so you don't get to make that decision by yourself anymore," Neal said. "Great. Go talk to her, then," Emma said. Neal was about to go to Rose but Emma stopped him, "But . . . Don't break her heart."

"Trust me - I'm not going do to her what he did to me," Neal said. "Or what you did to me," Emma said. "Okay. I get it. We're all messed up. What do you say we try to avoid that with her? Alright?" Neal said and walked pass her. "Alright," She whispered as Neal crawled out onto the fire escape to join Rose.

Rose POV
I saw my Dad crawling out and stood beside me. "So . . . You're my Dad," I said. "Yeah," He said. I looked at him again, "I'm Rose," I said. He smiled, "It's nice to meet you, Rose. Sorry I took so long," He said.

"It's okay. You didn't know," I said and we started to talk and getting to know each other.