"Anything?" Emma asked.

Killian shook his head. "Nothing over here. If we knew the terrain better, we might be able to find the most secluded areas."

Emma sighed, pushing her hair off her head. "For being in the middle of a major city, this park is really, really big."

"We'll just have to keep looking," Killian said, glancing around. "Perhaps that path, over there?"

Killian stepped forward, but a hand came out of the bushes. pulling him off the path and into the underbrush.

"Killian!" Emma's panicked shout got an immediate shush from somewhere in the bushes, and she stepped closer, cautiously. She saw a small, dirty face smiling up at her from inside the nearest bush, and she bent down to see it better.

"Well, hello, Roland," she said with a smile. "Can you tell me where your Papa is?'

"I'm here, Emma." Robin stepped out of the bushes, pulling Killian along with him.

"All you had to do was say hello, mate," Killian protested. "There's no need to be flinging a man about." He rubbed his stomach, looking decidedly uncomfortable.

"Don't fling him," Emma cautioned, looking over at Killian with concern. He put up a hand, reassuring her.

"It's all right, Swan," he said. "But let's get out of the park and back to civilization soon."

"What's wrong with him?" Robin looked over at Killian.

"Don't ask," Emma said. "Where's Marian?"

He gave her a bleak look, which Roland mirrored.

"Don't ask," he said grimly. "What brings you here?"

"Storybrooke is in trouble," Emma said.

Killian stepped forward. "She means more than usually so," he added helpfully.

"And Regina?" Robin asked.

"That's why I'm here. She's trapped in a house with Marco."

Robin looked truly confused. "What?"

"It's a long story," Emma said. "We can talk over an early dinner." She looked over at Killian. "If you're up for it."

Killian grimaced, but gave her a nod.

"But I can't get back into Storybrooke," Robin pointed out, "No matter how much I want to help you."

"Henry and Belle are working on it," Emma reassured him. "We'll figure out a way."

Robin's hand reached out, closing over Emma's arm. "She's really all right? Other than the imprisonment?"

Emma nodded. "She's just frustrated. The town is under a curse and we're trying to figure it out."

"Another curse?" Robin looked incredulous.

"You'd think by now we'd be experts," Killian smirked. "We've certainly had the practice."

"Wait - does this have anything to do with the woman we passed on the road?" Robin asked.

"You've met her?" Emma looked wary.

"On our way out of town." Robin acknowledged. "And things went badly for us shortly thereafter."

Emma sighed. "Well, come on, then. Let's get your story."

She pulled Robin forward, and he reached down, taking Roland's hand. Killian made a face, rubbed his stomach again, and plodded along behind.

###

"What exactly are we looking for?" Henry asked, following Belle down a row of bookshelves.

"Mythology," she answered, trailing her fingers along the spines of the books in one row. "Greek mythology, specifically." She pulled a very large book off the shelf. "We'll start with this one."

Henry glanced at the other books on the shelf. "There are three more," he said. "Should I bring them over?"

Belle nodded and Henry grabbed the books, following her over to a table. She opened the large tome, leafing through it.

"You think there's something about Dora in there?"

"There's a story about a woman who was beset by all the troubles of the world, if I remember...it's been a long time since I read the story." She flipped through a few more pages and then suddenly stopped, reading intently.

"That's it!" she cried out. "She's Pandora!"

Henry's eyes grew wide. "Pandora, as in...Pandora's box? The one I was trapped in?"

"That very one." She traced a passage of text with her finger as she read. "According to this, Pandora received the box and was told never to open it, because it contained all the troubles of the world. Her curiosity got the better of her, and she opened the box, unleashing hardship and discord upon mankind."

"Nice." Henry snarked, paging through his own book. "According to this one, she was forced into a loveless marriage after being impregnated by Zeus, so it doesn't sound like she had a great life, either."

"And this one," Belle said, reading from another book, "Says that she was created to punish mankind. All the gods of Olympus each gave her a gift, but they weren't very nice gifts - for instance, Aphrodite shed grace upon her head and also cruel longings and cares that weary the limbs."

"This one says she had children with three different men and her name was Anesidora," Henry said. "And it says the box was a jar."

Belle nodded. "We're dealing with texts that are thousands of years old, and some of them in long-forgotten languages. There are going to be translation errors and even differing versions depending on the storyteller. They liked to sensationalize just like we do in modern day."

"Well, we know that the box can trap great evil, right?"

"That's right. It can hold all the troubles of the world. That's why Rumple chose it to imprison Pan."

"How did he get the box in the first place?" Henry asked.

"In a deal, I would imagine." Belle shrugged. "You know how he was."

"Would he have a record of it at the shop?"

"Of course. Rumple kept meticulous records."

Henry closed his book. "Well, we know what she was looking for, but we don't know why. Maybe we should start with any information my grandfather has about the box."

Belle closed her book as well. "You know, she doesn't sound evil. She sounds...well, rather sad, actually."

"I think she's nice," Henry said. "And sad. Maybe we can find a way to help her."

###

"Marian's gone," Robin explained, as Killian gallantly offered to escort Roland to the restroom. "We were only in the city a few days when she told me the truth. She'd left me back in the Enchanted Forest, not because she'd been taken - but because she'd fallen in love with someone else not long after Roland was born. It turned out he was a scoundrel who was using her for sport, but by the time she tried to find a way back to us, it was too late and she'd been captured."

"And now?" Emma prodded gently.

"She was hoping that in Storybrooke, she'd have a second chance, only it didn't feel that way to her, she said. She told me she felt like she was in prison. She didn't want to be married, she didn't want to be a mother..." he paused a moment, clearing his throat to keep his voice from breaking. "She didn't want anything but her freedom. I told her we'd find a way to work this through, for Roland's sake, but the next morning, she was gone. Just...gone. The note she left said only 'goodbye' and I had to explain to Roland yet again that his mother isn't coming back."

Emma reached out, touching his arm. "If it's any consolation, this 'Dora' woman has that effect on people. She influences everyone around her and sends them back to a dark time in their life. For you, that would be losing Marian."

"And being without Regina," he added. "And now we're both trapped."

"According to Regina, the only way to reverse this curse is hope. My father found hope watching my mother and Neal, and then he broke her out of her sleeping curse. Dr. Whale broke out of it when my mother's recovery gave him hope. Regina is still stuck, and I can't think of anything that would give her more hope than seeing you."

"But I can't return to Storybrooke," he reminded her. "It's invisible to me."

"Henry and Belle are working on that," Emma said. "And they'll find something. There has to be a way."

Robin nodded. "Yes. Yes, there has to be a way. And we'll find it, Emma. I'll find it."

###

Killian turned the sink spigot on, and began washing his hand as Roland leaned against the wall and watched him.

"Is it hard for you to use the toilet?" he asked curiously.

Killian gave him a petulant look. "What?"

"With the hook. Is it hard to use the toilet?"

"You get used to it." He reached for a paper towel from the dispenser.

"I want a hook, I think."

Killian shook his head. "No, you don't. You'll have a hard time balancing a bow."

Roland screwed his face up. "I didn't think of that."

"Are you all done here, lad?"

"I'm done," Roland said with a shrug. "I was waiting for you."

Killian gave him another perturbed look. "Well, come along then." He reached for the door, ushering Roland through.

"Are you going to have a baby with her?" Roland asked.

That question made Killian stop in his tracks. "What? Who?"

Roland gave him a pronounced eye roll that would have made Regina proud. "Emma," he said. "Are you going to make her be a Mama?"

Killian had no idea how to answer that. His first inclination was a rather off-color quip that was certainly not suited for a child's ears. He finally settled on the truth.

"She's already a mama," he said. "To Henry."

They reached the booth where Emma and Robin were sitting, and Roland's eyes grew wide when he saw Emma's plate.

"Are you going to finish your french fries?' he asked.

Emma smiled down at him. "Go ahead," she said, pushing the plate across the table. She gave Roland's hair a fond ruffle and he climbed over his father, and then she looked up at Killian, who was staring at her in a very odd way.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said. "Just...pondering."

"Well, ponder over some chicken soup," she suggested, sliding over to give him his seat back. "And then you need to take more medicine."

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"What?" Emma asked again.

"I've never seen your nurturing side before," he answered. "I think I like it."

She pushed some crackers at him. "Eat. And then we need to find rooms for the night. I got in touch with an old contact who can get us a clean car, but not until tomorrow morning."

Killian reached for his spoon. "Well then, I definitely need to get my strength up," he said, raising one brow and giving her a devastating smile.

She smirked back, then turned her eyes back to Robin as he began questioning her about everything he'd missed.

Killian picked up his spoon, his eyes lingering on Roland.

###

"Grandpa!"

Henry rushed over to where David lay, calling over his shoulder to Belle. "There's someone in the car, help them!"

Belle rushed over, dialing her phone as she went, calling for an ambulance.

"Grandpa?" He knelt down, carefully pushing the heavy sign off David's back where it rested. He let out a loud sigh of relief when he heard David groan.

Henry reached out and carefully rolled him over. David had a ragged gash in his forehead and abrasions on his cheek from where he'd hit the pavement, but he was opening his eyes and groaning again.

"Dora -" he moaned.

"She did this to you?" Henry was upset, glancing around.

"She didn't mean to," David said, cradling his arm. "Watch the wires, Henry!"

Henry stepped back as the electrical wires that snaked out from the downed pole twisted and popped in front of him. David rolled cautiously to his knees, then with Henry's help he pushed up to his feet, leaning on him heavily as they walked over to the car.

"She's unconscious, but she's breathing normally," Belle said, "I've got an ambulance on the way."

"Don't move her," David said. "She might have internal injuries. She hit pretty hard."

"Here," Henry said, unwrapping his scarf and pressing it to David's head. "You're probably gonna need stitches. What's wrong with your arm?"

"I think my wrist may be broken," David said, prodding it gingerly.

"Lean against the car," Belle said, putting an arm around him. She glanced around. "Is she gone? Pandora?"

"Pandora?" David looked startled. "Dora is Pandora?"

"We think so," Belle said. "Pandora released the troubles of the world. It makes sense with what we know of her."

They all turned to look as the ambulance pulled up, and after the occupant of the car was safely on a stability board and loaded into the ambulance, David waved off the EMT that was prodding at his head.

"Belle can drive me over to the hospital," he said, "Get the driver out of here."

The EMT reluctantly agreed, closing the ambulance doors before climbing up front and driving off.

David pushed himself off the car. "So Dora - Pandora - is after the box? That's why she broke into the shop?"

"She did?" Henry looked over at the broken glass on the door. "That's why she was looking around when we were here before."

"We need to find out what she wants it for," David said.

"We need to find out how Rumple got his hands on it in the first place," Belle added. "And what kind of a deal did he make to get it?"

###

The man stood at the edge of town, tilting his head curiously from side-to-side. He put up an experimental hand, and the barrier around Storybrooke shimmered briefly, but didn't budge.

"Interesting." He remarked aloud.

The man gave an impatient sigh, reaching into a small pouch he carried on his belt. He pulled out what appeared to be a glowing coal, and placed it on the ground in front of the barrier. Closing his eyes, he passed his hand over the coal, and a fire blazed to life, its flames creeping up the barrier, creating a flickering, glowing red portal.

The man reached down, picking up the coal, and stepped through.