Her breathing was erratic and her heartbeat was too loud to be natural. She could hear the chains moving slightly behind her. She turned slowly, warily, and Killian was watching her with wide-eyed curiosity. He was standing as though he had been reaching out for her but then thought better of it, arm half-raised, one leg in front of the other. His mouth was open but whatever words he was planning on saying had died before passing his lips.

She took a step toward him, her face guarded, her movements cautious and watched with some surprise as he took a step backwards, as though he was recoiling from her approach. Something crossed his features that screamed uncertainty and she stopped her progress.

"You remember." she whispered, but it came out as more of a question than a statement and his eyes darted back and forth, searching hers. His mouth twisted into a sinister smile that gave her pause.

"What trickery is this, Swan?" he spat at her "You have access to thoughts in my mind, words long since forgotten, why?"

Emma was taken aback. He didn't remember. Or he did, but not the way she did.

"Words that you said." she insisted flatly and his eyes widened and then narrowed, his expression hardening and his mouth becoming a thin, grim line.

"Yes. But to whom?" he asked and she thought maybe the answer in her mind was not the same as the one in his, and while she knew this question was a test of some sort, she was sure he was not going to like the answer.

"To me." she replied in a small voice and the shock and disbelief were clear as day on his face. He re affixed his angry mask moments later and she used the crack in his armor as an opening and took a few steps closer so that she was now just at arm's length. "Fifteen years ago you said them to me, Killian." He flinched so violently at her words that she might as well have smacked him.

"You don't get to call me that, Swan." he said, her last name sounding like a curse and she cringed at the sound. She was irritated, he was acting like a child. If he would just talk to her, maybe she could explain.

"It's how you introduced yourself to me, Hook." she returned with the same bitterness. She paused and said more gently: "The first time."

Something changed in his eyes. Whatever defenses he'd been upholding were fading little by little and what remained was overwhelming weariness. Killian Jones looked tired.

Something about the new look in his eyes was startlingly familiar and Emma feels the cold tendrils of fear creeping up her spine.

"Killian." she murmured and his eyes snapped to hers. She saw in them a mixture of agony and desperation, as though he was on the verge of something and yet it still remained out of reach. He was looking at her but not focused on her and she took a step closer, close enough that she could lift her hand to his chest. He flinched but didn't back away.

"Killian," she said again with more determination, "do you still have a heart?" she asked in barely a whisper and the pain that flitted across his eyes was devastating. He looked down at her hand against his chest, where his heart should be. She could feel the beating of it, but knew from experience that just because she feels what should be there, doesn't mean that it is.

His gaze flickered to the hook attached to his left arm and Emma knew she'd unearthed something that was meant to stay hidden, at least from her. The understanding that hit her in that moment was staggering.

"Milah." Emma breathed and he didn't move, didn't look back up at her, didn't even register that she'd said it. For a moment she thought he'd stopped breathing. "Killian, what happened?"

Before her trip to the Enchanted Forest, the only person Emma thought capable of ripping out someone's heart was Regina. In the last 24 hours she'd learned that Regina and her mother had both learned that particular trick from the Dark One, Rumplestiltskin, Mr. Gold. And now, Emma was starting to understand Killian's need for revenge. But that didn't explain why he couldn't remember, why he had the same look in his eyes that she had seen in Graham's before Regina had made sure his eyes never looked at Emma again.

"Killian." she said a third time, harsher, louder, snapping him out of whatever trance he'd fallen into. "Do you have your heart? Or does Cora?" she demanded, needing to know what she was dealing with.

The helpless look in his eyes was heartbreaking when he finally opened his mouth to respond.

"I don't know." he muttered dejectedly, and he shook his head in defeat.

Emma dropped her hand from his chest and wrapped it around his good hand. She leaned into him and looked intently into his eyes. She was sure she'd never seen him look so vulnerable and raw, and from what she knew about Killian, or Hook, or whoever he really was, it wasn't a look he wore often.

What she intended on doing was probably a terrible idea, but she had to be sure her gut was right and there was only one way she knew how to test that theory. So she kissed him. Just like before in her dreams so many years ago, everything froze and time seemed to stand still. He didn't respond at first but slowly he began to relax, kissing her back gently, but it didn't last. All too soon she felt him tense and he gasped against her mouth.

When she pulled away his eyes were wide open in shock and she felt tears prick at the back of her own eyes. Her fears had been confirmed.

"Emma?" he whispered and her throat tightened as she held back a sob, the recognition was in his eyes for a moment before he lost it again, and he looked at her in bewilderment. He looked so lost.

She was shaking her head and backing away when he reached out to her. She could see the panic in his eyes. "I'm sorry." she whispered again.

"You're sorry?" he hissed. "I got you here, I got you the compass!"

She stopped and gave him an apologetic look, but she couldn't trust him, not now, not when she didn't know for sure who controlled him. Maybe he was in control of his own actions now, maybe not, but someone had the potential to control him at a whim - probably Cora - and she couldn't risk putting her family in danger, not when she just found them.

"Igot the compass." Emma corrected and she stopped him before he could make another attempt at reasoning with her. "I just need a head start, that's all." and she turned to leave.

He was struggling against the chains, she could hear them rattling behind her but she didn't dare turn back. If she did he'd see the tears rolling down her face and he'd try to convince her she was making a mistake - and she might believe him.

She heard him call her name, three times he called after her, but she didn't look back. Anton would keep his promise, and Hook would be following her in ten hours - that she was sure of. What she didn't know was whether or not he'd have Cora with him.

Your move. She thought. And somehow she knew Cora would get the message.