Third Person POV
At the park, Neal and Rose were sword fighting while Mr. Gold watched them. Regina approached Mr. Gold as she looked at the two playing together.

"Seems like we both have been pushed to the side lines," She said. "What are you doing here?" He asked. "The real question is what's your son doing with my daughter?" She asked.

He started to smirk, "Oh that . . ." He looked at Regina. "That's right, you didn't get the birth announcement, did you? That's Rose's father."

"What?" She asked, shocked. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" He asked, "Ms. Swan and my son -"

"You're Rose's grandfather?" She cut him off.

"Guess that makes us family. She's got the color of my eyes, don't you think?" He joked before starting to walk away. "You did this," She snapped as she followed him.

"Trust me, dearie, it was as much a shock to me as it is to you," He replied. She scoffed, "No! You must have known! When I adopted her, it was you who procured her for me. You expect me to believe that that was a coincidence?"

"No, not coincidence. Fate. And apparently, fate has a sense of humor," He replied. "Fate. So, you're playing the part of the loving grandpa now?" Regina asked and he smirked. "They won't accept you, no matter what you do. Not your son, not any of them."

"We'll see," He said. "I've already seen, Gold. I've seen your dark heart and it always wins out. You always choose darkness," She said.

"You think you know me, dearie. But you don't," Mr. Gold said. "I know you well enough. If your own son couldn't bring out the good in you, who will?" She asked before walking away from him.

At the Harbor, Emma was looking through the storybook as Regina approached, "Reading up on Rose's father? Or maybe his grandfather," She asked, making Emma to looked at her. She looked back at the book as Regina sat down, "How long did you think you could keep that from me?"

Emma looked at her, "Well, I was going to tell you. But I was kinda busy trying to stop you and your mother from killing me and my entire family."

"What is he doing here?" Regina asked. "Neal? Relax. He just wants to spend a little time with his daughter," Emma explained. "Funny. He didn't seem to want to spend time with her the first 10 years of her life. But then again, neither did you," Regina said.

"You know what, Regina? How about instead of worrying about everyone else, you start focusing on trying to be the person Rose wants you to be, before you lose her for good?" Emma said.

"For good? What does that mean?" Regina asked. "Nothing. Unlike you, the rest of the world isn't always scheming to get what they want," Emma said. "No," Regina said, frowning, "You're hiding something. Well, whatever it is, I can assure you of one thing. I'm going to find out." With that she walked away.

... ...

Neal went to Mary Margaret's apartment, with Rose asleep and over his shoulder. He knocked on the door with the wooden swords and Emma opened it. "What, did you tranquilize her?" She asked. "I just gave her a couple bourbons," He replied with a smile and walked inside. "Kid's a real lightweight."

"Sounds like you guys had a full day," Emma said. "Spent most of it at the park," He said as he put Rose on the couch gently to not to wake her up. "She's getting pretty good with those wooden swords. I guess that makes sense, considering where her family's from." Emma wrapped a blanket around Rose. "What?"

"You ever thought about going back?" Emma asked as they walked away from the couch. "Back where?" He asked. "Home. Where we're from," She said as she sat down the chair beside the table and crossed her arms.

"Uh . . . I spend most of my life trying to forget that place. I didn't exactly have a fairy-tale childhood. You know what I mean," He said and sat down in front of her. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason," She said. "August came by the park today. He and Rose seemed to really hit it off," Neal said. "That is gonna take a while to get used to," Emma said.

"You know, I gotta say, he's actually a lot cooler as a kid. Steals less of my money," Neal said. "He'd be way cooler if he could remember what he was trying to warn us about before he got . . ." Emma started.

"Rebooted?" Neal asked. "'Storybrooke isn't safe'? Isn't safe from who?" Emma asked. "Well, he always had a knack for being cryptic," He said. "Don't worry about it. You'll figure it out. If there's one thing I know about you, you don't stop till you find what you're looking for."