The sweat sprouting on Charming's brow evaporated before it had the chance to slide down his face. He remembered that about this room. How dry and hot it was. He had wondered the last time, when he was there for days, how he didn't dehydrate from the heat. The smoky air dragged water from his body like a vacuum, until there wasn't any moisture left, not even to swallow and sooth his parched throat.

He sat in the middle of the room as the flames licked around him. He had taken some poppy powder with him because he hadn't wanted to admit to his wife or daughter that he wouldn't need it. He visited the room constantly. Sure, since his wife had returned and slept next to him he had been able to glean a few days a week of no nightmares, but more often than not he was transported back to that room where he had spent those few horrible days that had felt like an eternity.

This night, with Snow yet again a world apart, there had been no doubt in Charming's mind where his spirit would go as soon as he closed his eyes. He tried to settle himself as far from any fire as possible to wait out the long night before he woke back in his real body.

"Charming?" came a high-pitched voice from among the crackling flames. Charming raised his head and squinted through the flames. Yard from him stood a sight that warmed his heart – his wife.

"Snow!" he said, joy filling him as he stood from his self-protective, huddle stance. He reached for her. The two moved synchronously forward to take each other's hands until they realized, as they brushed right through, that they could not. Still, Snow smiled up into the face of her husband.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, bewildered. "I thought we agreed to meet tomorrow."

"I thought I might find you here anyway," Snow said with a knowing smile. "I know you don't always need the poppy powder to end up here."

"How long have you known?" he asked, feeling a guilt for having kept the truth from his wife while also a small flare of relief that she knew anyway.

"Since we came back," Snow admitted. "Sometimes I'll wake up with beside you and you will be sweating and mumbling or even wincing. It took me years to get over the nightmares after my curse."

"I don't remember it taking you that long," he said, brow creasing in concern.

"Well, you're not the only one who kept it a secret," she said, looking into his eyes. He wanted to reach out and wrap her in his arms. It was so difficult to have her so close, and yet so far.

"How's Emma?" he asked.

"She's safe," Snow started, and Charming sighed in relief. "But we have news."

Charming looked up expectantly. He couldn't exactly read Snow's face.

"Good news, or bad news?"

"Both," she said, and his intrigue grew. "We found Henry." A massive grin sprouted on Charming's face, but Snow continued before he could get too excited. "Regina brought him to live in her palace here."

"Emma must be so relieved," Charming said, though he noted that his wife's frown only increased when he said this.

"Well, that's the thing," she started, but then hesitated, trying to find the words. "It's not exactly… it seems he…" she looked up into his curious face. "He doesn't remember any of us."

As Charming's face fell, Snow recounted to him all she and Emma had experienced in their first day back in the Enchanted Forest. Henry's chance encounter with Emma by the pool, the story Regina had told them about Henry drinking the potion and forgetting all about Storybrooke.

"He doesn't remember any of it?" Charming whispered.

"It's complicated," Snow explained. "He doesn't recognize Emma, or me, but apparently he's been feeling the absence of his family even though he can't remember them. When he spoke with Emma, he said he felt lonely, like he was missing something but he just didn't know what. I think part of him does remember, but even still, it was quite a shock for Emma to see him and have him not know who she was."

"How's she dealing with it?"

"She's doing the best she can," Snow sighed, the true answer to the question etched in her face, "but in all honesty, she's devastated. We thought locating him would be the hardest part. None of us could have expected this."

"We found a way to reverse the affects of the potion once," Charming recounted, a ray of hope sparking his mind, "when you drank it to forget me. We'll find a way again."

"Yes, but first, I think it's best you guys come over here. Now that we've found Henry, there's no reason for you to go to Neverland anymore. Honestly, we probably should have known Regina would have taken him here all along."

"We couldn't have known for sure."

"I know, but in any event, I think Emma could use all the support she can get as we try and figure out where to go from here. I know I could."

Snow leaned forward as if to curl herself against Charming's chest, but stopped herself as she remembered where they were and why that wouldn't work.

"Of course," Charming said. "We'll change course first thing in the morning."

"I'm glad," she smiled up at him. For a moment, they just looked at each other. "I don't know how long the effects of the powder will last," she admitted in a disappointed voice. "I don't want to leave you in here alone."

"I'm never alone," he said with a romantic grin. "You're always with me, wherever I am."

"He doesn't remember anything?"

Neal's face showed pure, devastated shock as Charming delivered the news. Hook's mimicked it beside him. They stood together in a moment of speechlessness before Neal turned away, his face in his hands, and took a few steps over to the edge of the deck, leaning against it and staring out of the water pensively.

"How's she taking it?" Hook asked in a vulnerable voice. "Emma?"

"How would you feel if you found your kid only to have him stare at you like a stranger?" Charming offered insensitively. "Oh that's right, you don't have a kid, do you?"

Hook glared at him, and Charming did regret the jibe a moment after he said it. They were all stressed, but it wouldn't help to turn on each other. They already had enough of a fight ahead of them, it seemed.

"We should change course," Neal said, pulling away from the edge and heading for the upper deck.

"I'll get the beans out," Charming said, moving to follow him.

"Not so fast," Hook called out, and the other two halted, turning to look at him incredulously.

"Excuse me?" Neal asked.

"This is my ship," Hook insisted. "I'm it's captain. It doesn't go anywhere unless I say so."

Charming and Neal both looked at each other before turning their confused attention back to Hook.

"We've found Henry," Charming said. Had Hook not been listening? "He's in the Enchanted Forest, so there is no reason for us to go to Neverland anymore."

"Right," Hook said with a pompous nod. "So we must needs head for the Enchanted Forest then."

"That's what I said," Neal confirmed.

"That's exactly my problem," Hook retorted. "You said it. This is my ship. I have to say it."

Neal and Charming glance impatiently at each other again, then back at Hook expectantly. He left them hanging in silence for a moment longer.

"So Pan, prepare to change course, and Charming, go find those beans," he said finally, a slightly amused grin cracking on his lips. Charming blinked back his annoyance, stabbing Hook with one final glare before ducking below deck. Neal just shook his head.

"Seriously, you haven't changed at all."

Hook merely flashed him a mischievous grin.

Next Up: A discouraged Emma begins to despair and seeks solace in another member of their party.