The next morning, the four of them were preparing for their trip to Lake Nostos. They were going to split up- Emma with Killian to check out the security of the palace, and Hook with Swan to get water from the lake. Emma wasn't thrilled about letting Hook out of her sight, but she was hoping that her counterpart would be able to handle him. Each of them needed to be split up because Killian & Swan were more familiar with the tempo this land, so they needed to guide them. They cautiously emerged from their hiding place and started on their journey. Killian and Swan held hands, while Hook walked ahead of them and Emma took the rear. Killian and Swan exchanged glances, noting the distance between them. When they reached the crossroads, Killian gave his wife a long passionate kiss. Emma stood awkwardly next to Hook, and when they finally caught each other's eyes, Hook extended his hand.

"Good luck, lass," he said. Emma just nodded at him, ignoring his hand. Hook took her hand anyway and brought it to his lips, kissing it gently. "And don't abandon my look-alike on any beanstalks." Emma bit her lip, ignoring his last dig and letting the reality of him kissing her hand wash over her. They were rejoined by Killian and Swan and each group split up in their assigned directions.

Emma kept her distance from Killian, not wanting to really talk. Killian kept stealing glances at her and smiling to himself. Emma turned towards him, folded her arms and gave him a hard stare. "What?"

"It's just funny. It's been awhile since I've seen this cold version of you. And even though you're not my Emma, I can still read you like a book," Killian said with a smile.

"Oh really? What?"

"You want to know about the love between me and my wife, but you're afraid to hope that could happen for you too. You still don't believe anyone could truly love you," Killian stated plainly. Emma swallowed hard and turned to keep walking. "Go ahead! Ask whatever you want! I have nothing to hide."

"Okay, I'll play," Emma said, turning back to him. "How'd you get that scar on your eye?" Killian laughed and walked past her.

"Of all the questions you want to ask, you pick the one that matters the least," Killian said. Emma caught up to him.

"I just want to know if it was my fault. Your ship, your freedom, and your eye," Emma said, her voice lowered in shame. Killian turned toward her and looked at her with compassion.

"I lost my eye in a duel of honor with your father. He could have taken more than that, but my Emma pleaded for my life. And I don't feel trapped in our hiding place, because I have my wife with me and that's all that matters to me. And, as for my ship, although she was my pride and joy, I'd give up a thousand Jolly Rogers to be with..."

"Me," Emma finished.

"Aye, lass," Killian said, making them continue on their journey. "Still don't believe anyone could love you?"

"But I'm...she...we're different people," Emma said.

"Yes, you are, but I'd wager the same spirit all the same. Believe in trust, lass. In him and yourself," Killian advised.

"Maybe we should go back to not talking," Emma said. Killian smiled at her and, even though one eye was covered, he had that gleam in his eye that her Hook had. He read her exactly right, and he knew it too.

Hook and Swan reached Lake Nostos fairly quickly. Hook started to head towards the lake, but Swan put her arm out to block him. "The siren is still here. Why don't I face it?"

"I can handle the lass," Hook said confidently, but Swan tightened her grip on his wrist.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but in this situation, you have the disadvantage. Stay hidden, and when the siren emerges, strike to wound her. If you kill her, the lake will dry up," Swan instructed. She handed him her bow and arrow, leaving her unarmed.

"You...trust me to protect you?" Hook asked.

"Of course I do," Swan said. "We're a team." Hook was taken aback, but tried to concentrate on threading the arrow into the bow. Once he was ready, Swan headed toward the bank of the lake. As she dipped the water jug into the lake, the siren emerged. Swan tried to quickly gather the water and run, but the siren lunged at her, driving her under water. Hook jumped from his hiding place to save her, but both woman broke the surface of the water, gasping for breath. The siren now looked exactly like Emma, both wearing the same clothes.

"Hook, shoot her."

"No shoot her!" Hook looked between the women and froze. How could he tell them apart?

"As much as I could potentially enjoy this, we are in a bit of a rush," Hook said, drawing back the bow. He pointed the bow at the woman on the left. "Emma, if that's really you, I just want you to know I love you."

"I trust you," the woman on the left said.

"I love you too," said the woman on the right. Hook changed his aim and fired, hitting the woman in the shoulder. She fell back into the water and her form changed to the siren. Swan scooped up the water jar and the two of them ran from the water's edge.

"How did you know not to shoot me?" Swan asked.

"Simple. You don't love me. You love him," Hook said. As the two of them recollected themselves and started to head back to the hiding place, Swan grabbed his shoulder and turned him towards her.

"That's not why you didn't shoot," Swan said.

"Oh really? And why is that, dear?" Swan smiled confidently and walked ahead of him, not saying a word.

Emma and Killian were about halfway back to the hiding place when they had to pass through a mountain corridor. It was the most dangerous part of the journey because there was barely any cover if they were discovered. They picked up their pace as they passed through. Suddenly, hoofbeats began to echo off the corridor walls.

"Soldiers," Killian said. The hoofbeats began to echo off all directions. "They're getting closer." Emma began to panic and started to look around for a place to hide. There was a single bush about 10 yards in front of them, but not big enough for both of them to hide.

"I'm sorry," Emma said. Killian looked at her in confusion before Emma punched him, knocking him out cold. She dragged him behind the bush, making sure he was covered. As the hoofbeats grew louder, Emma stood out in the opening and waited for them to approach. The guards jumped off their horses and seized her.

"Where's the pirate?"

"Gone," Emma said. "He fled to the forest.

"Guards! To the forest!" The captain yelled. He tied Emma's hands together and put her on the back of his horse. "The Queen is waiting for you, princess."