They throw me onto the floor, "go." Pista says gruffly, it's the first words I've heard. His voice is suitably low and scary. He points up the stairs, I don't know why, there's no where else to go.
I stand up and look at the two boys, they stand staring at me, like weird Bouncers, and I get unnerved so I walk to the stairs. It's a long flight of stairs, they go up quite high and I can't see anything, not even a hint of what might wait for me at the top.
I run my hand along the wall, there isn't a handrail and I'm clumsy.
As I walk Pan flies down the stairs past me, I watch him cast some kind of spell before turning round and flying at me, I try to duck but he grabs me and drops me in front of Henry.
"Henry?" I breathe a sigh of relief, at least one family will be okay.
I go to hug him but he shoves me off.
"You told me my dad was alive." He won't even look me in the eye.
"He is Henry!"
"No!"
"Ah, Rumple. The last member of our club." I turn round and there, indeed, is a man approaching. I've never seen him before. He looks old and tired and he carries a box.
"Who is the girl?" He asks, rudely.
"Unimportant, for the moment." Pan responds.
"I am here." I say but neither boy nor man looks away from the other.
"As we all know Bae is dead, no family reunion for us." Pan mock pouts and it makes me want to yell.
"Neal is alive. I've seen him." Rumple mutters.
"Yes, well, you thought you saw Belle didn't you Rumple and look how that turned out." Pan snaps, something got to him but he quickly comes back from it, "Rumple my boy, tell the girl who I am."
"He's Malcom. My pa." The old man looks away and I wrinkle my nose.
"Funny. He's more likely to be Henry's dad." But then I think about it, "if your grandparents are the same age as your parents then why the hell not!"
"Actually," Rumple starts, "I'm his granddad and his son." He points to the two boys in turn, I narrow my eyes - that makes no sense.
"And you my dear Fay," Pan clamps a hand on my shoulder, I try to flinch away but the kid... Man? Pensioner? The person is strong, "are the final branch."
"What?" I whisper.
"What?" Rumple growls.
"This young lady is Henry's daughter."