Mr. Gold went around town collecting rent from various homes and business, then went to the Inn he found a stranger booking a room. "Swan. Emma Swan." the woman announced to the Inn keeper.

"Emma!" he said already knowing more about her, than she did herself. "What a lovely name." he complimented her.

"Thanks." she said simply.

"It's all here." Granny said handing over a large sum of cash.

"Yes, yes of course it is Dear." He said in a rush, not wanting to take away from this moment. Seeing the Savior. "You enjoy your stay. Emma." he said nodding to Emma then leaving. He knew what was going to happen, and he would need to be with Mrs. Gold when it did. He quickly entered his home, and Mrs. Gold was already in bed despite it being so early. So Mr. Gold got into his sleepwear, and crawled into bed beside her. He held her close, while she slept, unable to sleep himself, because he had such a feeling of dread. The sun rose, he waited and the clock in the room told him it was 8:14 in the morning. Mrs. Gold began to stir, and was surprised to see him still in bed.

"Hello Mr. Gold." she greeted.

"Morning Mrs. Gold." he smiled sadly at her.

"What's going on?" she asked snuggling closer to him.

"What do you mean?"

"Why aren't you at work?"

"Just wanted to be with you." he half lied.

"Mmm, ok." then they heard the clock chime. She didn't think about it twice, much to his surprise. "Let's get ready. I want to work with you today." then she shuttered with a chill that only she could feel.

"Are you alright?" He whispered, and she nodded to him brushing off the incident as a fluke. They got ready and walked down to the shop, when they entered Mr. Gold went right for the back room and almost had a heart attack when he saw Belle's rose in it's glass coffin wilting on his desk, just as it was the day they were cursed. Mrs. Gold was still in the front room, so Mr. Gold rushed to the wilting flower, and grabbed a thin white sheet and threw it over the whole desk trying to hid it.

"Honey!" she called sounding worried.

"What is it?" he ask irritated, he heard her walking over to the room. He moved to stand in the doorway, keeping her from seeing what he was trying to hide. "What?" he asked again irked that she was disturbing him, and that the rose returned. Then he saw what she was holding. His dagger.

"What does it mean?" she asked worried.

"Nothing." he snached it from her, and walked further into the front room.

"Don't you lie to me! What does this mean?"

"I told you! It doesn't mean a damn thing!"

"Why won't you tell me?"

"There is nothing to tell!" he sneered at her, not realizing the mistake he just made. Mrs. Gold stormed into the back room and saw the sheet, and before her husband could stop her, she had pulled the sheet to the floor, and fell back in a mix of surprise and terror. "Rapunzel?" he knelt down next her. "Please."

"You weren't going to tell me where you?" she murmured.

"I just didn't want to upset you." he pleaded

"How could not tell me?"

"Please Mrs. Gold-"

"No!" she interrupted, and jumped up.

"What are you doing? You can't outrun it!" He yelled at her getting to his feet.

"Maybe I can! You don't know!" she felt like she could. That if she could just run far and fast enough maybe she could find a small place in the world that would keep her alive.

"I'm not letting you!" he snarled.

"Then at the very least I only have to outrun you!" she took off running out the back door.