A/N: Okay, i was completely blown away by that last episode! Oh my goodness, so many good things! Ugh, I don't know how I'm going to be able to wait until March. On a happier note, I finished another semester of school! I don't go back until the middle of January, so hopefully that will mean a pickup in updates for this story! The plot is going to start picking up really soon and I'm super excited for you lovely readers to see it! Read, review and enjoy!

Oh, and in the craziness of processing that last episode, I created a tumblr. Check out my profile for a link and follow me! :)

They told her she needed to rest. She had to do it not only for her health, but for the health of the baby. They had no idea of telling if everything was okay. But Emma honestly didn't feel like anything was wrong. Aside from the headache she was fine. So that's why she was now sneaking around the hallways.

It had been fairly easy to sneak away from the person they put to guard her room. It was beyond her why they chose Sleepy. He had probably been asleep way before she decided that she was going to leave.

Honestly, she might not have snuck out if Killian had been there. But he wasn't and she couldn't shake the feeling that, concerning him, something was wrong. She wanted to think that maybe he was still upset with her about their argument and just didn't want to see her. But that didn't make any sense. She had another idea of what happened to him, except Emma didn't want her mind going down that road. It was going to hurt too much.

So as she was stepping over roots and over-grown shrubs and avoiding anyone that might tell her to go back to her room, Emma kept an eye out for Killian. There was no sign of him at all though.

"I knew you wouldn't be able to stay in bed."

Emma spun around, her hand automatically going for her gun. It wasn't there though and it was probably a good thing. She didn't know how Henry would feel if she pulled her gun on him. "Damnit, Henry, don't sneak up on me like that!" she hissed.

Henry grinned, pleased with himself that he could scare his mom. He rested his chin on the broom he hand in his hands. "So did Dr. Whale give you permission?"

Emma scoffed, turning around and continuing on her way. "There's a whole lot more I could be doing than just sitting in bed."

Henry followed her, giving the pathway a little sweep when a clump of leaves or dirt was specifically in the way. "They said it would be better for the baby though."

Emma faltered in her steps, but didn't stop. "Henry...I was going to tell you. You know that right?"

Henry smiled. "Of course, Mom. Why would you try and hide the fact that I'm going to finally get a little brother or sister."

Emma allowed herself to smile. She was going to say something else, but the sound of footsteps caught her attention. She quickly dove into a corner and pressed herself as far into it as she could.

Henry noticed and he quickly moved to cover her as much as he could, trying to seem inconspicuous as he started sweeping.

"Looks like not even the little prince gets to get out of the cleaning chores."

Henry let out a light chuckle as Happy approached him. "I'm not complaining. At least I don't have to be in the meeting with my grandfather as they try and figure out what to do next."

Happy laughed. "Oh, but they'll figure it out! Charming always does!"

Henry nodded his head and gave a wave as Happy continued on his way. He kept sweeping until Happy had turned the corner.

"What's this meeting about?" Emma asked quietly as she stepped out of the shadows.

Henry shrugged, starting to twirl the broom. "I just heard stuff about ogres and Philip and Aurora."

Emma pursed her lips. "They're probably going to send a group to them. They're more established and they could help us out. Do you know if Killian ever showed up? Is he in this meeting too or did they give him a cleaning chore?"

Henry shook his head. "I haven't seen him around at all and he isn't in the meeting either."

Emma took a deep breath. She tried not to let her worry show. It wouldn't make Henry feel any better about the situation either.

"Something happened...he should be here." Henry stated.

Of course, she was an open book to Henry. "I'm sure he's fine." she quickly said.

"You're still worried though."

And there he goes again with reading her like an open book. "Okay, maybe just a little bit. But I'm going to find him."

"Mom...we've been here almost a day. He should've showed up already." Henry stopped. "I think there's a chance he didn't make it back."

Emma turned to look at him. He was a few inches taller than her. His face had started to mature and he was even sprouting a few random follicles of facial hair. He was old enough to understand the consequences of actions. And he knew exactly what the consequences of his statement were. Yet, he said them anyways. Emma couldn't believe how much maturity he now had.

"Then you know that I'm going back for him." she said.

"I would think someone had switched bodies with you if you didn't." Henry responded with a grin.

He sucked in a deep breath as he felt her hands pressing more bandages to his side. God, it hurt so much. He knew that he had been in an explosion, but this felt like something had stabbed him.

"There, those stitches shouldn't be opening up anymore." Beth said, helping him slip his arms back into the paper gown. "Of course this does mean that your brain scans are going to have to be postponed for a little bit."

"Any idea of how this happened?" he asked through a groan as he allowed Beth to slowly lower him back down.

"The explosion or that gash?"

He shrugged, letting her decide to give whatever information she had.

"I have no idea how that explosion happened. The police are pretty confused too. They were hoping you had some kind of information, but you've got memory loss, so there goes that lead. As for that gash, the explosion must've thrown you because you somehow impaled yourself with your own hook. First off, what were you even doing with an actual hook? I get it, if you were going to some costume party, but an actual sharp one? That's just stupid."

He took deep breaths as he listened to her ramble. After his stitches had opened, they injected something into his arm to make him stop yelling . Beth had briefly explained that it was to numb the pain. He wondered if maybe they gave him too much. It wasn't just the pain that seemed to go numb.

"I was noticing when they brought you in that you had a whole bunch of scars everywhere. What kind of business were you actually involved in?"

He gave her a look that suggested he found her mildly stupid for actually expecting him to give her an answer.

"Right...memories. I just thought it was really interesting. And your wrist...those scars look pretty bad. Doesn't seem like your average amputation. But what I really wanted to know was if you know who Milah is?"

That name caught his attention. He stared at Beth as if expecting her to give him the answer.

"It's just…you have that name on your arm. Maybe you remember who she is?"

Milah…it sounded pretty. But he couldn't put a face to the name. He looked down at his arm where the tattoo was. It was written over a heart with a dagger going through it. It was a beautiful tattoo, but he still couldn't pull up any kind of memory for it.

"I'll let the police know and they can run it through the system. Maybe we'll figure out what your name is then. Everyone can stop calling you Hook in the break room." Beth said with a smile.

She left him alone in the room after giving all the machines a quick check. He closed his eyes trying to pull up some kind of memory. It was strange not being able to remember anything before the hospital. The pain medication was starting to become too much for him though. Before long, he found himself drifting off into an uneasy rest. Over the small sounds coming from the machines, he could hear in his dreams what sounded like waves beating against a ship.

"Do you see what I'm seeing?" She asked as she stared in the crystal ball in front of her.

The guard next to her swallowed hard. She was the only one able to see anything from that thing. He had heard of so many guards who had been executed before him because they denied seeing anything. But then there were times when she would remember that little fact and excuse them.

"They're here. They aren't supposed to be back." she said before the guard had a chance to answer her question. She stood up and started pacing the small room. He noticed the corner on the rug was bent and was going to point it out to her. It would be awful if she tripped over it. But right now just didn't seem like the best time to interrupt her.

"They're only going to get in the way of everything. They've been gone too long. This land does not belong to them anymore!" she exclaimed, all the while fingering the large, green pendant that hung on a chain around her neck.

The guard had no idea what he was expected to do. So he just stood there and waited for her to give him some kind of order.

"You stupid ape, why didn't you stop them!?" she screamed, actually acknowledging him.

He ducked as she raised her hand, waiting for the green fire to come out and burn him to a crisp. But it never came.

"Wait…" she muttered, mostly to herself. "It seemed like someone was missing…" she quickly went back to the table and peered into the crystal ball again. She smiled and soon started laughing. "They've forgotten the pirate! Oh, this is wonderful. This puts everything back in our favor!"

The guard allowed a shaky smile on to his face. It was usually a good thing when she laughed.

"If they haven't already, they'll figure it out soon enough and try to bring him back…" she turned to look at the guard. "There will be a blonde woman paying a visit to Philip and Aurora. Watch her and make sure she does not make it back to the pirate." She walked to the end of the room and, from the corner, pulled out a broom. "I, on the other hand, will be making a trip to visit the dear, old pirate." She threw open the windows, jumped on the broom, and it carried her away.

The guard couldn't help a shiver as he heard her laugh.