Third Person POV
Neal, Rose, Emma, and Mr. Gold walked down a street in New York. Neal and Rose were talking, while Emma and Mr. Gold trailed behind them. "So, uh . . . You like pizza?" Neal asked Rose. "Yeah. Let me guess - you're going to tell me the best pizza's in New York, and I got to try it, right?" Rose asked.

"Actually, it's in the Kingdom of Damarian on the north shore of the Dragon Fields of Zorn," Neal said and Rose gave him a playfully look. Neal grinned, "Nah, it's in New York. Here, let's get you a slice."

"So you're really from there?" Rose asked. "Yeah, I am," Neal replied with a smile and entered the pizza shop with his daughter. Emma and Mr. Gold stood outside. "Do you think that we should . . ." Emma started.

Mr. Gold shook his head, "If we were welcome, I feel confident an invitation would have been extended. It's a sad truth that the people closest to us are the ones capable of causing us the most pain. That's our common ground, Ms. Swan."

"Guess my lying to her just caught up with me," Emma said. "Ah, give her time. She'll forgive you," Mr. Gold said. "Is that you projecting your own hopes?" Emma asked. Mr. Gold scoffed softly. "My son and I have some way to go."

"I can see that," Emma said. "I need you to speak to him. Try and convince him to come back to Storybrooke with us," Mr. Gold said. "If I recall, there was only one favour I owed you, and I think I'm paid up," Emma said.

"This isn't about me anymore. You'll do it for Rose," Mr. Gold said. "How do you figure that?" Emma asked.

"Well, because if you don't, you're going to wake up one morning, and discover she's hopped on a bus back to New York. She ran away to Boston to be with you. She'll do the same thing for her father," Mr. Gold pointed out.

"Until Neal lets her down - which he will. It'll be a hard lesson, but then at least Rose will understand that I lied to protect her," Emma said. "Someone's beginning to sound a lot like Regina. I think the real reason you lied was to protect yourself," Mr. Gold said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Emma asked. "From getting hurt again," Mr. Gold said. "That's not happening," Emma said. "You want a second chance with that man," Mr. Gold said.

"What makes you think that?" Emma snapped. "The look on your face," Mr. Gold said. "You have no idea what . . ." Emma said but stopped when Neal and Rose walked out the pizza shop and join them.

"What are we talking about?" Neal asked, putting his hand on Rose's shoulder. "Emma, Neal wanted to show me the museum. Do you think we can go back to the apartment and get my camera?" Rose asked with a smile.

"Yeah, well, I . . . Kids like culture, right?" Neal told Emma. "Sure. Yeah, that's fine," Emma said and then looked at Rose with a small smile. "You like the New York pizza?" Rose gave a small nod, "Yep."

At Storybrooke, Regina entered Granny's Diner, where Mary Margaret was waiting for her in a booth. Regina stood across from her. "So, how is Rose? Is she okay?" Regina asked. "She's fine. Everything's fine," Mary Margaret said.

"What'd she say?" Regina asked. "I didn't actually talk to her," Mary Margaret admitted. Regina sat down, sighing. "Then why am I here?" She asked. "Because I know you've been lying. And I thought it was time we talk about it," Mary Margaret said.

"I don't know what you're talking about -"

"No, no, no, no," Mary Margaret cut Regina off, "No more lying. I know you've been with your mother. I know you're looking for the dagger."

"What I'm doing is my business," Regina said. "There's a war starting, Regina," Mary Margaret said. "That much is clear, yes," Regina agreed. "Lucky for you, you've earned enough good will with me to give you one last chance - a chance to choose the right side . . . The side of good," Mary Margaret said.

"Have you ever considered that maybe, perhaps . . . I am good? I was always the Queen. It was you who added 'Evil' to my name," Regina pointed out. "Good doesn't do what you do. Why? Regina, why go back to being this way after how hard you tried?" Mary Margaret asked.

"And what did it get me? Dinner with a bunch of hypocrites who pretend they'll forgive me, when in their hearts, they know . . . They never will. You're giving me a chance? How about I give you one? Stay out of my way," Regina said and got up.

"Listening to your mother is a mistake, Regina," Mary Margaret said. Regina scoffed, "Because listening to you will work out so much better," She said.

"She doesn't care about Rose. All she wants is power," Mary Margaret said. "Power is how you get things," Regina said. "She doesn't care about you," Mary Margaret said. "Really? And what would you know about mothers?" Regina asked and then left.

In New York, the group walked back to Neal's apartment. Rose and Mr. Gold were talking, while Emma and Neal trailed behind them. "So, should I call you grandpa, now?" Rose asked Mr. Gold with a smile. "Well, you can call me whatever you'd like," Mr. Gold replied, giving her a kindly smile.

"She's a good kid," Neal told Emma with a smile. "Yeah," Emma agreed. "Hey, I'm trying my best here," Neal said. "I know. We all are. It's just, we're going to have to go back. To our home," Emma said.

Neal looked at her, disappointed. "I'm just getting to know her," He said. "Then maybe . . . Maybe you should come with us," Emma said, hoping he will. "To Storybrooke?" Neal asked.

"I've seen your apartment. You don't got a lot going on here," Emma said. "Looks can be deceiving. Listen . . . There's something I've been meaning to tell you. It's complicated," Neal replied as they both stopped.

Rose ran back to them. "So, Neal, do you think we can take the subway?" She asked with a smile. "Yeah. Sure, of course. Let's go get that camera," Neal said with a smile.

Rose POV
We got to Dad's apartment and we entered the lobby. "Come on, come on, come on," I said with a smile. "Here. I got it," Dad said, chuckling. He unlocked the door and he and I headed for the apartment, "So after this, maybe Times Square?" Dad asked and I smiled.

Dad and I got into the apartment and looked for the camera. Suddenly we heard noises at the lobby. "Stay here," Dad told me and then ran outside.