Emma woke up before sunrise the next day. Her dreams had been filled with strange and confusing scenes, many of them featuring none other than Killian Jones.

She wanted answers, and maybe it was finally time to talk to him, and find out exactly how he knew her. But she would do it now, before Henry woke up.

Emma got out of bed and looked over at the clock. It was only 5:00 in the morning, but she didn't want to waste anymore time. She got out of bed and ran a brush through her long hair to remove the tangles, though why she cared about what Killian thought of her, she couldn't explain.

She left her room and made her way across the apartment as quietly as possible so she wouldn't wake Henry. Her heart actually skipped a beat when she saw Killian's sleeping form sprawled across her couch. He looked troubled, and he was mumbling something in his sleep. "I will find you, Swan, I will always find you."

Emma sucked in a breath. Was he dreaming of her?

"Killian," she said softly, "wake up." Then she touched his shoulder gently and his eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting hers immediately.

"Swan," he said, sleepily, "You're alright."

"Of course I am," said Emma. "We need to talk."

Killian sat up, "Aye, that we do." He patted the space beside him, but Emma opted to sit in the armchair beside the sofa. Killian grinned like he'd expected as much.

"So, you claim that you're an old friend and that my family is in trouble, but I don't remember you, and I grew up without a family. The two stories don't match up."

"A year ago your memories were taken away and replaced with new ones." said Killian, searching for the right words to explain the complicated situation.

Emma sighed. "Right, that sounds awfully convenient."

"Emma," said Killian, reaching out to take her hand, To his surprise she didn't pull away. "There must be some small part of you that remembers me, that trusts me. There must be some part of you that feels that something about this past year hasn't quite felt real. I can see it in your eyes."

Emma flinched. "How do you know that," she asked.

"You've always been an open book to me," said Killian. "You and I, we understood each other."

The words were familiar to Emma, as if she had heard them before. Suddenly, Emma remembered a diner. She was surrounded by strangers, but they all seemed familiar, and standing directly in front of her was Killian Jones. Emma gasped and pulled her hand away from him and the memory faded away.

"What is it?" asked Killian, looking concerned.

"Nothing," said Emma.

"For someone who has a superpower for detecting lies, you're not very adept at telling them yourself," said Killian with a smirk.

"How do you know about my superpower," demanded Emma.

"I told you, love, I know you. I lo-" he trailed off. Now was not the time to talk about his feelings. He had to get her to remember. Lives were at stake.

"You what," asked Emma, genuinely curious.

Killian didn't say anything. Despite what Henry had told him about True Love's Kiss not working with memory loss, there was still that possibility that he wasn't her True Love, that he wouldn't be able to bring back her memories. That she wouldn't believe in him.

It was if Emma could somehow sense his doubts. Her expression softened as she changed the subject. "Who are my parents?"

Killian held Emma's gaze for a long moment, and he saw a flash of the woman he loved. Despite her new, happy memories with her son, she was still the lost girl that dreamed of having a family. There was a flicker of hope in her beautiful green eyes, and it glimmered through the fog of the curse. Killian took a deep breath. "Snow White and Prince Charming."

"Fairytale characters?" asked Emma, her disbelief evident, "and that would make you Captain Hook?"

"There's my Swan, deflecting with sarcasm," he said with a small smile.

"Killian," said Emma seriously.

"Yes. You have always called me by my more colorful moniker, Hook," he said.

More familiar words. Something deep in her heart was telling her to listen to him. Chris had advised her to do the same.

"Okay, I'll make you a deal, Captain," she said, "I'll give you a chance to tell your story, to convince me that you're telling the truth. If you do then I'll do whatever I can to help you, but if I don't believe you then you have to promise that you will stay away from me and my son."

"If the lady insists," he said, with a slight bow.

Emma's heart clenched. The gesture and the words just seemed so achingly familiar.

Somewhere deep in her heart, a voice whispered, believe him, Emma.