"Okay. Look. We won't tell anyone about your magic", Sawyer said.
"Why should I believe you?", asked Rumpelstiltskin.
"Because we just want to get home!"
Emma butted in. "Can Henry and I leave? We're pretty useless here."
"Well you're the sheriff!"
"Fair enough."
At that moment, Neal walked into the room.
"Oh, hi Neal. Can you take Henry? I have to deal with... this."
"Why is there a woman who looks just like Belle?"
"We don't know. All we know about her is that her name is Claire and she has a son named Aaron."
"Who's the father?"
"I don't know, I didn't ask!"
"Aaron's father is a jerk who abandoned me when I was pregnant, even though he's the one who convinced me to go through with it", said Claire.
"Oh, abandoning a pregnant woman. Sound familiar, Neal?"
"I didn't know you were pregnant!"
"Eww", said Henry, "Can we, like, not talk about how I was created?"
"Okay, enough", said Kate. "Just let us leave!"
"No! You know about magic!"
"We won't tell!"
"I don't believe you!", said Rumple.
"Okay. Neal, take Henry."
"Why do you get to order him around?"
"Why do you care?"
"Because he's my son."
"Wow, this is awkward", said Miles, "I'm just going to leave."
"Stay!"
"Whoa, hold up", said Emma, "let's at least give them somewhere to stay."
They booked them six rooms at Granny's, and agreed to leave the matter alone until the next day.