"Are you sure we didn't screw them up?"

"Screw what up?"

"Our names."

"No, Killian. We didn't screw up our names."

"But the letter didn't say which one of us was the oldest and which one of us was the youngest."

Liam sighed from the driver's seat. "We had our initials sewn into the coats we were wearing when the Jones family found us."

"And those couldn't be letters for something else?"

Liam laughed at his brother. "You're just jealous of my name, aren't you?"

Killian scoffed. "Hardly."

He grabbed his food from the bag they had picked up at the Burger King drive-thru and took a look to make sure he hadn't left any fries in the bottom of it. He actually loved his name - it was different and unique and women in particular thought it sounded "exotic" to match his "exotic" English accent.

"Speaking of names," Killian said, "Are you sure Grandma Wendy's maiden name was Darling?"

"I'm positive," Liam replied. "If she wasn't a Darling, then how did we end up with our family and a letter addressed to our grandmother and her brothers?"

"Well, considering you and I have no clue how we even got there in the first place, the possibilities are endless."

Liam just shrugged his shoulders and took a drink from his soda. "It seems quite convenient now that Grandma Wendy died before being able to tell us about our father," he said. "But I guess we can always ask Captain Hook himself."

"We'll see," Killian muttered.

He added it to a long list of questions running through his head that he would ask his father. Of course, that was assuming his father was a cursed Captain Hook - and assuming Killian could help Emma break that curse.

"So now it's your turn to explain this to me again," Liam said. "I can't find Storybrooke on the GPS because it doesn't exist, according to the curse."

"Right," Killian told his brother.

"So does it have a force field that protects it like Hogwarts or something?"

"Harry Potter isn't real," he answered, waving the french fry in his hand for added emphasis. "And I never read the books so I don't know what exactly was protecting Hogwarts or whatever."

Liam laughed from his spot in the driver's seat. "So Harry Potter is fake, but a curse on this random town in Maine is real?"

Killian shrugged. "I guess," he said, taking a bite from his burger. "Anyways, Henry said we can see it and get in because we were born in the Enchanted Forest."

"You know, brother. This story is sounding more and more unbelievable."

"Don't look at me," Killian said incredulously. "You're the one with the letter from Captain Hook."

"And you're the one who has to get close to the savior to break the curse with true love's kiss."

Killian swallowed his food and kept his mouth shut. After the initial shock from the letter his brother had been holding onto, he was finally starting to believe that perhaps this was real. The brothers had shaken off the craziness of it all when their road trip finally made it to somewhere in New Hampshire. In fact, they had already joked and teased each other and tried to play out plenty of "what if" scenarios. (What if we could get the Jolly Roger with a real pirate crew to replace our boat for next summer?)

But when the joking was done, there was still the lingering doubt. Killian slouched down in his seat in the car. He was just setting himself up for disappointment and setting up everyone else for something close to a disaster.

"You need to get off at this exit," Killian mumbled as his brother put on his blinker and pulled off the highway.

Liam looked over at him from the driver's seat. "What are you thinking, brother?" he asked earnestly.

Killian sighed and looked out the window. "What if this is all wrong?" he asked quietly. "What if I'm not Emma's true love?"

"Do you love her?"

He eyes snapped back to his brother. "What do you mean?"

Liam let out a small laugh. "It's a simple question."

Killian just stared at his brother. Did he love her? He hadn't had a normal relationship with a woman since Emma because her ghost haunted his heart. He couldn't hold on to a woman because the fear of them leaving him was still so raw after Emma. And it was still amazing how quickly he let go of his anger towards her now that he knew the true story about what had happened to her.

And then there was Henry. He had only known he had a son for the past month, but that hadn't changed how much he deeply loved the lad already. It always made him smile to get a photo or text from Emma mentioning their son. She sent him a picture of Henry eating his first Maine lobster, a big grin on his face with melted butter running down his chin. Or there was the selfie of the two of them sitting in the front seat of the car Killian had originally stolen all those years ago. The guilt he had first carried from messing things up so much was slowly starting to be replaced with the warmth of growing closer to both of them each day, even if he wasn't there to see them.

But now, he would be. He would finally be able to see them in person again and finally be able to introduce them to his brother. It was all a bit overwhelming and yet felt completely natural at the same time.

"Killian?" his brother asked, breaking him out of his thoughts. "Do you love her?"

He swallowed hard and took a deep breath. "I do."

Liam smiled. "Good," he said quietly. "So what's your plan?"

"Don't know yet," Killian replied. "Turn right at that stop sign."

His brother thankfully dropped the subject of Emma for a bit as they navigated their way closer and closer to town. Emma had sent him some vague instructions, but he was also trying to navigate by memory, which wasn't easy since the last time he was headed there, it was completely dark. Then Killian saw it: Welcome to Storybrooke.

"Do you see that sign?" he asked, pointing to it through the front windshield.

Liam pulled the car over to the side of the road, put the gear shift in park, and stared. Then he turned back to the useless GPS navigation on his dashboard, which was still showing a whole lot of nothing.

"Wow," he said in amazement. "It really isn't on the map."

"Nope."

Liam stared at ahead. "This is all so weird."

Killian put his hand on his brother's shoulder and squeezed. "You ready?"

He shook his head slightly and took a deep breath. "Aye," he said. "The real question is are you?"

Killian took a deep breath and scratched nervously behind his ear. "I guess we're about to find out."

"Where are we headed, brother?"

Killian looked at his watch. It was just after 1 o'clock in the afternoon, which meant Emma was probably sitting at her desk finishing off her lunch. Before they left town, he had printed out a map she had drawn for them, labeled with different landmarks that may be helpful to him: Granny's Diner, the inn, Henry's school, her apartment. And then he found the one he was looking for.

"We're going to the sheriff's station."

Liam gave him a lopsided smile and put the car in drive. "As you wish."