(A/N: Nothing much to say here, except thank you for the reviews. My goal is to get 20 reviews this week. :D)

About five minutes after leaving the hospital, we made it near the town line. I hadn't been across it for a while, so I was nervous. What if I did lose my memories? What would I do? That's when I heard the crash.

We hit somebody. I could see their shape fly over and fall to the ground. I immediately rushed out of the vehicle to make sure that whoever it was, was okay. I was surprised when I saw who it was.

"Hook?"

"Who," he asked. He was curled up and his shirt was bloody, but he seemed fine.

"You have been getting yourself hit by cars a lot lately haven't you?"

"Who are you?"

That's when it hit me. Hook. The town line. Disaster.

I started to pull him up. "You're coming with me," I said. I helped him limp over to Gold's car and stuck him in the backseat. "Ah, nice job, Gold. That's where you disappeared to. You were giving Hook a taste of his own medicine, huh?"

I had never been to New York City. So when we arrived there after an uneventful (and long) car trip (because we missed our flight because of Hook) I was in major shock mode. It was cramped, and polluted, and the people smelled funny (and some of them smoked way too much), but despite all of that it was beautiful. There were these tall buildings that looked like they were touching the clouds, and some awesome billboards advertising Broadway musicals. It was exciting to be in such an important place. It was so bright and happy. I wanted to just stay there and look for hours.

"We'll be staying at the Sheraton Hotel, here in Manhattan. I hope you'll be okay with that."

"Yeah, of course," I said. Who wouldn't be okay with that?

"Since, it's eight o'clock already, I figured we should just retire to our rooms, instead of going out to find him," Mr. Gold said.

"Actually, I was thinking that I might want to go and check out New York tonight."

"Very well. I shall go and park the car and get our room keys. You can go now if you'd like."

"Yeah, I'll go do that."

So I walked around Times Square aimlessly just taking in its beauty. Because I wasn't looking where I was going I bumped into people a couple of times, but I probably would've anyways since it was super crowded. So, I wasn't really worried when someone bumped into me, well until I saw the person's face. I always thought that people had a twin somewhere in the world somewhere. So what were the odds that the man who just bumped into me was the same man who got me pregnant eleven years ago? I hoped the odds weren't high.

That's when the guy realized that he might know me from somewhere, because he stopped walking, turned around, and stared at me. Creepy? Yeah, definitely.

"Emma?" the man asked. There was no more doubt in my mind. I knew exactly who this guy was, and he wasn't the twin of someone I've met before, it was him who I met before. So I had about two seconds to come up with a plan. I ended up deciding to pretend that I didn't know him. Brilliant right?

I started walking in the opposite direction of him and didn't stop. I scanned the street for a store I wanted to go into, and the M&M store looked pretty appealing. So I walked into it and made a show of looking at all the candy. But I wasn't expecting him to follow me. Seeing him brought onto me so many emotions: love, hurt, betrayal, and anger. At this point I didn't love him anymore, but that didn't keep me from becoming angry.

"Emma!" he called from across the store. I pretended not to hear,and walked further into the store.

"Emma!" he shouted again. At this point I couldn't take it anymore, so I turned back and ran out of the store into the chilly New York City evening air not stopping to catch my breath until I was in front of the hotel. But of course, someone decided to walk by and smoke in my face. Lucky me.

I collapsed on the ground unable to think. Memories of wonderful times spent on the run with Neal were flooding through my head, but at the same time, memories of jail time were in the mix. I was being more emotional than I had ever let myself get, but I couldn't help it. I had invested too many feelings into this one person. Then, the worst happened, I started to cry. So here I was sitting on the floor in front of the Sheraton in Times Square, looking pitiful and crying my eyes out. After about five minutes of continuous crying, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. Arms that were too familiar for comfort. I looked up and I saw him. Neal. He hadn't changed much. He was still as handsome as ever, but I knew what he did to me, and even after a decade, seeing him made the emotional scar sting again.

I wasn't going to let the jerk who ratted me out to the police hold me. He shouldn't have even been able to talk to me. And so I didn't let him. I wiped off my eyes and wriggled out of his grasp. He looked surprised, but he let me get up and walk into the hotel, and didn't follow me this time.

Once inside the hotel, I called Mr. Gold's cell phone to ask him what floor we were on. He answered immediately, so I used the elevator to get up to the fourth floor. He was waiting for me outside the elevator and handed me the room key. I was grateful that he didn't ask any questions about my appearance. It wasn't his business, and he didn't intrude. He just silently walked back to his own room.

Once I found my room, I plopped myself onto my bed and closed my eyes. I was past the point of crying. I was angry because of what he did to me, but I was also curious. Why did he pretend to love me then use me? What has he been doing for the past decade? Why did he try to chase me down today, then comfort me? I fell asleep with these questions in my head, feeling glad that these questions didn't keep me awake.

(A/N: BTW, in my fanfic, there is magic outside of Storybrooke, so Rumple and Emma can use magic later in the story)