Hook lead Emma through the kingdom, but did not tell her exactly where they were going. They passed through a village that was a good distance from the castle. People seemed to be too focused on doing work than noticing the strangers passing through. As they passed by the market, Hook pulled out some coins and purchased two cloaks. He also bought a dress for Emma. She gave him a look as he held it out to her.

"What's that for?"

"Put it on. You stick out like a sore thumb in those Storybrooke clothes of yours. We don't want to attract attention," he said, handing over the dress.

"It doesn't seem like anyone around here cares," Emma said, throwing the dress over her shoulder.

"Do you see the looks on their faces? That's fear. No doubt the King and Queen deal with an iron fist," he said gesturing with his hook.

"Was that supposed to be a joke?" she said, pointing out what he had done. Hook laughed to himself.

"Actually, no. Kinda of funny though, isn't it?" Emma rolled her eyes at him. "Lighten up, Swan. Learn to laugh a bit."

"Right. We're stuck in a parallel universe and I have no way to get home to my son. He's probably being torn away from his grandparents under threat of being killed by Cora. Ha. Ha," she said with a flat tone. Hook raised his eyebrows at her and huffed.

"Always the tough one, eh, lass?" Hook said as they continued to to walk through the village. They found a private spot for Emma to change, but she left her boots on. The dress covered them up so they weren't as noticeable. Hook bought a large satchel and some supplies for their journey, in addition to carrying Emma's prized leather jacket. He didn't want to take a chance in wondering where the next village would be. They had to go through the mountains to the location he had in his mind.

After a half a day of walking, the sun started to set so they stopped in a small clearing in the woods to rest. As Hook was building the fire, Emma pulled her cloak tight around her. Hook noticed and put his cloak over top of hers.

"You don't need to do that," she said, trying to hand his cloak back to him.

"Take it, you're cold," he insisted.

"I'm fine," she said, laying his cloak next to her. He ignored her and went back to building a fire. After a few minutes of rubbing the sticks together, he threw them down in frustration. "Do you need help?"

"Why do you have to be so frustrating?" he said in anger. Emma raised her eyebrows at him in surprise.

"Excuse me?"

"I was trying to be a gentleman. What was so wrong about that?"

"You're no gentleman," Emma muttered.

"Really? Well, why don't you enlighten me? What have I done for you to be so resistant?"

"Besides realigning with Cora?" Hook was speechless.

"No, besides that," he said after a moment. "You've had a barrier up ever since I met you. Even if I wasn't a pirate, I bet you'd have that wall around you." Emma clenched her jaw and looked away. "You and I are in this together, Swan. We both just want to go home. You might want to start trusting me." Hook rose to find some dry rocks to try to start the fire with, and when he returned, his cloak was wrapped around Emma. They exchanged silent looks and small smiles and Hook went back to trying to start the fire. He hit the curve of his hook against the rock and it instantly sparked and lit the wood. He sat down on the log next to Emma and tried to warm himself. To his surprise, Emma inched closer to him and threw part of the cloaks over him as well, huddling close to him. His first instinct was to make a joke or an innuendo, but he stifled his natural urges and put his arm around her and readjusted the cloaks around him.

"This is just to keep us warm," Emma said firmly. Hoom smiled and wiggled his eyebrows at her.

"I know another way to warm up."

"You just couldn't hold back, could you? I knew it," Emma said, slightly victorious in her readings of him. Suddenly, they both heard hoofbeats approaching. "Soldiers." They couldn't hide, they had lit a fire. They must be searching for her- there was nowhere to hide. Hook quickly threw one of the cloaks on the ground before throwing Emma on top of it. "Hook, what are you doing?" He tossed the other cloak over himself and threw the hood over his head. "Hook, this isn't funny, we need to..." Before she knew it, he jumped on top of her and was kissing her cheek and her neck, causing both their faces to be covered by the hooks of the cloaks.

"Shhh..." he whispered between kisses. The hoofbeats grew louder, but she almost didn't notice because of the haze she suddenly found herself in. Hook was very careful not to kiss her lips, but if there wasn't any imminent danger, she almost wished he would. The hoofbeats stopped near them.

"You two!" a soldier called. "Get up!" Hook kept his hood up and sat up. Emma sat up too, but put her head on Hook's shoulder, keeping the hood down over her face.

"Is there a problem, sire," Hook asked in a grumbly voice. You've got to be kidding, Emma thought, burying her face a bit into his shoulder to keep from laughing at his ridiculous voice.

"The princess was kidnapped. Have you seen anyone around this area?" the soldier demanded.

"No, sire. We've been otherwise distracted," Hook stated in his grumbly voice. The soldiers chuckled to each other.

"Are you alright, madam?" one soldier asked.

"I'm fine," Emma said, trying to disguise her voice too. Hook tried to stifle a laugh. "Just spending some time with my husband."

"Keep your wits about you. There's a pirate about," the soldier said before nodded to Emma and riding off. Once the hoofbeats were far in the distance, they pulled their hoods down and let out a loud sigh of relief.

"Husband, eh?" Hook said with a smile.

"I didn't want to be some fairyland floosie who goes out into the woods with strange men," Emma said. "Besides, I didn't want them to think you were hurting me."

"Good thinking, lass," Hook said as he nodded.

"But what was that with the kissing?"

"It worked, didn't it?" They both laughed in relief.

"Sure, gentleman," Emma said as she bumped him with her shoulder. They both settled and ate a little of the food, trying not to eat all their rations at once. Hook offered to take the first watch and Emma laid down by the fire, her head near his boots. Although neither of them said much, the same thoughts were flooding through their minds.