"Hey, Emma. What's up?" The Savior gave a quiet sigh and turned to Neil, who, by the look on his face,
had to pluck up his courage to talk to her. Whereas Hook, did what he pleased without a boost of
confidence and self motivation. But Emma shook her head slightly. This was not the time to think about
Hook. "Nothing much. Just reading Henry's book." Her former husband boyfriend person replied with a
hopeful gleam in his eye, "Who're you reading about?" Emma didn't sugarcoat things, and looking back
at the book replied, 'My parents. Why?" The stocky Neil looked completely crestfallen, pretty much all
his hopeful thoughts vanishing. He tried , and failed, covering them up, "Just wondering. So, um, I'd like
to ask you for a trip to Granny's sometime, like tomorrow or something." The pretty blond-haired savior
hesitated and made a quick lie. "Sorry, Mary Margret wants me to help her set up for Fourth of July. But
Henry probably wouldn't mind." Neil stared at her for a moment, muttered, "Okay, I'll ask," and skulked
away, walking off the dock where Emma was dangling her feet over the side. She turned back to the
book and felt footsteps behind her. The pirate stood next to her, and she could see his boots and pants
in the corner of her eye. "He didn't look to happy love." Emma responded without looking up. "He tried
something and failed." She could feel the pirate's grin without looking up.