In Killian's dream, he was sitting among the ruins of his ship. He was trying and failing to repair it. He looked to Rumple, to ask whether he might help fix it, use magick to repair parts, but he was distracted by the kids. Both children seemed to draw him further into the forest, and Killian was left alone, among the rotting driftwood and mildewed sails.

Funny, it hadn't begun to rot last he checked. He watched, and the children were leading him towards a woman's laughing voice. This wasn't characteristic of him- he should've severed their contact much sooner than this point, but he walked onward. Rumple walked with them through the forest until they came upon the voice's source. Belle stood before them, beaming as she threw her arms around Rumple. And in her arms, he might've melted or so it seemed.

"Who're they?" She asked, gesturing to the kids.

"This is William," he presented proudly, "and Audrey." He pulled both of them forward like a father would his children.

She smiled and introduced herself. Hook came running through the forest, but when he came upon the woman, he saw Emma. "Killian!" She shouted, "Killian, over here!" He ran to her and scooped her up into his arms. "We only saw the shipwreck! We thought you'd been crushed!"

"No! Rumple and I, we've been in a house on the island!" Killian told her.

"Rumple? He survived, too? What has he been doing?" she asked.

"Watching the children, mostly," he shrugged.

"Children?! Oh god, who did he steal them from?!"

"No one," he laughed, "they were here,"

"But, I thought- this is a deserted little Island, Killian!" she said, becoming a little afraid.

"Apparently not," he said. "There's a school house and one big house in the forest,"

"How many people live there?"

"Just the two of them, I think. There was a mother of the boy, but..."

"EARTH TO KILLIAN! That screams 'ghost'!"

"I'm quite sure he's real. He's been injured twice. Blood and stuff." Killian said, trying desperately to make sense of it.

"Okay... But this is... Weird." She said.

"A bit,"

"Will you be my mummy?" William suddenly asked Belle.

"Come again, darling?"

"Eh, one moment, William," Rumple said, taking Belle a few steps over. He began explaining William's situation. "He's an orphan, and-"

"And he ways us to..."

"Be his parents."

"Oh, dear," she sighed. And with that, Hook awoke.

"Mornin', sleeping beau- ne'er mind." Rumple teased.

"Excuse you?"

"It's time to get yer bum up." Rumple told him.

"I'm up, I'm up!" He said through a breath of laughter. "I was thinking I should start trying to repair my ship. That, or try to get someone's attention."

"Good luck with that. The islands desolate as your skull." Rumple sighed.

"Well, but we crashed. And the others were following us, they may be looking. We could make a bonfire or something."

"Then hop to it, Dearie!"

Hook wordlessly walked out and began preparing a fire outside the forest. Rumple took pity and snapped his fingers at the pitiful woodpile. Killian's woodpile burst into flames and he smiled.

"Don't ye expect any more favors, Dearie!"

"Thank you!" Killian called. Smoke rose high and Killian stayed close to the front of the house. Once or twice, William tried to play with the flames.

"No, you can't do that, Dearie," Rumple warned, pulling him away.

"It's like magicked!" William exclaimed.

"No, no its not. It will hurt you. You can't go near it."

"Oh. Okay." William said a bit sadly.

"Now, why don't you go play with Audrey?" Rumple suggested.

"But I wanna play with you!"

"I cannot play now, I have to stay out with the Captain in case someone comes for us," he explained. Just then, Audrey called for William and he ran off.

Killian came in sweating and shirtless. "There might be someone on the horizon." Rumple ran out with him and there was what could be a sail, sure enough. Rumple began to send fireworks into the air to give them a better idea of where they were.