Lily needed proof of magic to bring to her father and the first thing she could think of was the Sorcerer's hat. She knew that the hat's magic would work outside this world, so Lily went after the object going directly to the one person who could possibly have it… Henry. Lily appeared just on the outskirts of the cabin she recalled so vividly from in her dreams. She knew it was where Henry secretly taught Neal magic and where Henry would most likely be. Suddenly, a thought popped into her head and she wondered with concern. Does Henry already have the hat? Could he already be under control of the Author? There was no way for her to be certain.

If Henry was under the influence of the hat, then she knew she had to quickly subdue him and the only way of doing that was by catching him off guard. Her plan was to physically remove the hat from Arthur. Then another thought sprung up in her head, what if he didn't have the hat? She had to think back to her dream thinking about what she knew about Henry. If Henry didn't have the hat, then that would mean she would need Cogsworth to go… Cogsworth! It would be the next best object that he would definitely have that would certainly work outside of Storybrooke. But what if he didn't have that either? She didn't know, but Henry would.

Lily couldn't afford to be careless and she knew that she was on a bit of a time crunch. Surely by now her parents would have discovered her disappearance and had probably alerted the proper authorities of it. She needed to get home as soon as possible, before her parents really worried. Lily knew that it was in Henry's kind nature to be helpful and surely if he understood her situation he'd help her. However, there was no way of knowing that Henry was still Henry unless she confronted him while he was restrained. It was for her own safety, Lily reasoned.

Lily wasn't sure what she wanted to do. Henry was equally powerful with or without the hat, but could she overpower him? Lily hesitated. It was another hitch and it made her rethink her plan. As she debated with herself on what she wanted to do she crept along the side of the cabin and listened. The voices within were muffled, but she recognized the individuals like she was at the cabin yesterday. Henry was talking to Neal. Her dream about Storybrooke felt real. She had never met them before in her life, but she felt like she had. To Lily, even she had to admit that it felt a little strange to know people without ever really meeting them before. She couldn't exactly say that she knew them personally, only of what her dream allowed her to envision. Lily was indeed magical but for a magical seven year old that blurred the line between dream and reality, things were not about to go well for the individuals inside.

Lily could barely hear what they were saying inside and figured, based on the feeling she had being so close to the cabin, that it was most likely because the cabin was being cloaked by magic. She raised her hands, unsure of what it was that she was doing and focused on the barrier. With ease, Lily magically lifted the cloak and a shimmering glow rippled over the entire cabin. Suddenly she heard some movement within the cabin and then actual audible words.

"What is it?" Neal asked his nephew. "What's wrong? What do you hear?"

An eerie pause filled the air and in a subdued voice, Henry replied, "I feel… another magical presence."

"It's Emma or Regina, isn't it?" Neal asked nervously. "They're here, aren't they? They've found us! I knew it."

Henry moved slowly towards the cabin's window and countered, "No… this kind of magic is… is different."

Lily clung to the outside wall by the window as Henry came forward to peer through the window's glass. He stared suspiciously outside the window and saw nothing. He stood there for a few more moments and then resumed his conversation with Neal. Lily ducked below the window and rounded the corner of the cabin to its front door.

Could it be Henry? Or was it Arthur pretending to be Henry? Either way, he still intimidated her. Or at least, she knew that the Author did. Her dream felt so real that she could still remember Arthur's tight bandaging when he kidnapped her. She needed to be swift. She needed to be bold. She needed to be brave…

"Aargh!" shouted Neal in pain.

Neal! Why was he in pain? Lily thought in alarm. Henry or not, he was hurting her friend. Neal shouldn't be in pain. Henry would never hurt his nephew, so it had to be Arthur in the room. Lily was sure of it or so she reasoned. Hearing Neal's cry made her decision that much easier, so she stood up and magically forced the door wide open. Neal was on the ground and had his hands wrapped around his injured foot. Both he and Henry looked up in alarm at the surprise visitor.

"Leave my friend alone!" proclaimed Lily boldly.

"Woah! Who are you?" Henry asked, startled by the sudden intrusion. Henry looked over at Neal and asked, "Neal, do you know who this is?"

"I'm… I'm…" Lily stammered in confusion. He doesn't know my name? No! He hurt Neal. He must be Arthur! Why else would he still be on the ground? But Arthur would have known my name? She didn't want to give Henry her first name. To give a person your name empowers that person with knowledge over you. That's what she learned from her father. Knowledge is power. Henry was powerful enough and she did not want to forfeit any more over to him by revealing who she was. Names were important, but she needed to know facts. Facts like whether or not he had the hat or whether or not he was being possessed by it. So she gave Henry the first name she could think of and while he was still stunned she said, "My name… is Morgan. And-and I need you to give me the Sorcerer's hat."

Henry could tell that Lily was magical and could feel her immense power from across the room as if it was radiating from her. It was getting far too dangerous for them to be using magic anymore so Henry decidedly instantly, "Alright, Morgan, I think practice time is over. No more magic for anyone." Henry waved his hands all around and magic everywhere in Storybrooke ceased to exist.

Lily felt the goose-bumps on her skin go away, but then something else awoke inside her. She couldn't explain what it was, but it felt like an explosion of butterflies emanating from within. Whatever it was that Henry did, it didn't waver her intentions. She bravely came forward and spoke, "I know who you are, Arthur."

"His name isn't Arthur. It's Henry," stated Neal as he lifted himself up by a neighboring chair. He looked back and forth between Lily and Henry with complete confusion as he hobbled on one foot.

"Well it's a lie!" exclaimed Lily.

"Woah, woah, woah. Let's all settle down here. There's no need to be hostile. Nobody is lying about anything. My name is Henry," said Henry trying to calmly reason with the petite stranger.

Lily ignored Henry not believing a word he was saying. She pointed at Henry and then turned to Neal and said, "Of course he would say that. Neal, he's been lying to you! He's been lying to your family and all of Storybrooke."

"Henry…" Neal called to Henry, fearful of Lily. Lily's ferocity frightened Neal and Henry felt the need to intercede and protect Neal from it. Henry took a step forward toward Lily placing his body between hers and Neal's, but Lily sidestepped and evaded his enclosure.

As she dodged Henry she said to Neal, "There's a…a magical object in his shop… Zelena's pendant. It can take away your powers like I know you've always wanted, but he's been hiding it from you…"

"How do you know these things?!" Neal demanded to know.

"It's true. Isn't it Arthur?!" said Lily fiercely toward Henry.

Henry, caught off-guard by Lily's knowledge, stopped in his tracks. Despite the misunderstanding over Neal's injury, everything she was saying was the truth. There was no way she could have known this information and his hesitation made him look guilty. Henry began, "Look! Morgan…"

"You see!" pointed out Lily. "He doesn't deny it! It's because what I say is true!"

"Morgan! I'm not wearing any hat! I don't have any pendant. Let's just talk about this calmly…" started Henry, but he was immediately cut off by the little girl before him.

"You still don't believe me? Let me prove it to you!" shouted Lily and she raised her arms at Henry. At the gesture, Lily's hazel eyes flashed gold and she repelled Henry to a chair using magic. Ropes sprung up from out of nowhere and she approached him confidently.

"How?! What!" exclaimed Henry absolutely bewildered. "There's no way! I made Storybrooke magic-less. How are you able to do this?" Henry cried out with alarm as he struggled in his new restraints.

"I'm just treating you how you would have treated me," said Lily as she took the handkerchief from his breast-pocket and stuffed it in his mouth.

Neal was paralyzed by fear. He didn't know what to do or who to believe. He didn't have his magic because of Henry and because of that he was left defenseless. Lily was frighteningly enchanted. And although he was too afraid to go near her, he wasn't about to leave his nephew behind to this strange girl. Neal cried out, "What are you doing?!"

Lily reached into Henry's coat pocket and pulled out Henry's pocket-watch.

"Is that…?!" exclaimed Neal, recognizing the object in her hands. It was the object the whole town talked about. The object Neal helped Henry search for in his Pawn Shop on occasion. Without a doubt, the pocket-watch Lily dangled in front of him was the same watch from the picture Henry had shown to Neal. But why would Henry hide this from everyone?

"That's right," confirmed Lily who stepped back from Henry taking the pocket-watch with her. "It's Cogsworth. He's been lying about the one object that could take people in and out of Storybrooke. Come on," she turned to Neal taking his shoulder and disappearing from the cabin. They vanished from inside the cabin and reappeared at a further distance in the middle of the woods.

"What are you doing? Get away from me! You're just going to hurt me like you did Henry!" yelled Neal toward Lily as he backed away from her out of fear.

"Arthur was the one who was hurting you, not me. I was… I was trying to save you. See…," said Lily as she waved her hand over his injured ankle, healing it miraculously. Neal stared down at his newly healed leg as she demonstrated her power. There was no way she could have performed magic, but she did and he watched her with curious amazement. She glanced up at him with her gold eyes and in that brief moment, he saw… she saw…

He couldn't explain it, but he felt a pull or connection of some type to this stranger. Like he knew her, but knew that there was no way that he did. That was all she was to him… a stranger; a stranger who restrained Henry and kidnapped him.

After healing him, her eyes returned to their original color and it was then that he was reminded of her incredible power. Although Neal couldn't articulate it, Lily's magic wasn't what frightened him about her. Magic was something he saw his family perform on a daily basis. It was how Lily used her magic to her advantage with no regard to consequence that was so frightening. So much was happening so quickly that it was too much for him to comprehend. The whole situation was just simply overwhelming. Lily noticed his worry and reached out with her hand to comfort him. With great apprehension Neal jumped at the gesture and he backed away from her.

"No! You're… you're a monster!" exclaimed Neal.

She looked down at her hands out of disbelief and stammered, "I'm, I'm… I'm sorry! I was just trying to help you. Please forgive me!"

Without saying another word Neal took off running into the woods. Surprised by his reaction to her she slumped to the ground in sadness as she suddenly found herself alone and friendless. She honestly thought she was saving his life from Arthur but had unintentionally frightened him in the process. With the pocket-watch still in her hands, she threw it to the ground and curled up into a ball and cried. This was not how she had imagined saving Neal and bringing magic back to her father.

… …

"What's wrong?" asked Belle noticing Rumple's contorted face as he hung up the call. They were in the state of Maine and were getting closer to Storybrooke's border. It was time for Henry to let them through the border.

"Henry's not answering his cell phone," he said disappointedly as he continued driving.

"Rumple, how could a seven year old girl have run away from New York on her own? She doesn't have any money! What if she got kidnapped along the way? What if the police accuse us of child neglect or something because we didn't report it?"

"I doubt that that's the case. Lily gets her resourcefulness from you and her deviant ways from me… if she's anything like us, I'm sure she's already there by now."

"I suppose you're right. Whenever we have our hearts set on something we do like to see things through," agreed Belle as she rolled her eyes.

Rumple let out an exhaustive sigh and continued, "And I suppose that it was only a matter of time before magic finally caught up to us. Check your purse."

She lifted her bag that was on the floor by her legs and placed it on her lap, "What am I looking for?"

"Is there anything missing in your wallet?"

"My wallet?" As soon as Belle pulled out her wallet she discovered that it was curiously unlatched. Sure enough, one of her credit cards was missing. Belle gave out an exasperated sigh and turned to Rumple who saw the evidence.

"Just as I thought," he said answering one of Belle's questions while looking at the void in Belle's wallet. "Look, I wouldn't worry about the police. Unless the person in question has been missing for over forty-eight hours, they wouldn't have been able to open up a case."

Belle caught sight of Rumple's perturbed face and asked, "Then why do you look like you still have doubts?"

"Oh, I don't doubt that Lily made it into Storybrooke," corrected Rumple.

"And what makes you so sure of that?"

"…Because knowing our daughter, she's most likely inherited our ability to be stubbornly determined," he replied as he punched in the number to Henry's cell phone more forcefully than necessary into his phone. He placed the phone to his ear again as the number dialed, but like before he had no success. In a frustrated huff, Rumple said agitatedly, "What I can't figure out is how she made it past Storybrooke's protection spell without having made contact from the one person inside that isn't answering his cell phone!"

That part didn't give Belle any comfort. Belle looked over at Rumple's cell phone which was still in his hand. "Why don't you try again?"

"I've already tried three times!" said Rumple raising his voice out of frustration.

"Well, maybe he's busy," speculated Belle as she placed her wallet back into her purse. "You know, a lot has probably changed in Storybrooke since we left for New York. Henry's an adult now with a job running your shop. He could be doing any number of things," Belle said as she pulled out her cell phone. "Let's call Emma."

Rumple nodded as Belle searched through her contacts list on her phone and dialed her friend. She held the phone in her hand and placed it on speakerphone for the pair of them to listen. Finally, with much success, Emma answered the phone, "Belle? Is it, is it really you?"

"Emma! Hi! Yes. It's me and…"

"How… how are you? It's been a while, hasn't it?"

"Yes, it has," Rumple answered shortly.

"I've got you on speakerphone. Rumple's in the car with me," explained Belle.

"Well this is out-of-the blue. I haven't heard from you guys in like, what, seven years? Did you guys fall off the face of the planet when you drove off to your happy ending?" said Emma in the most passive-aggressive way, hiding how insulted she was on behalf of Henry.

Belle didn't have time to explain why they hadn't called in years. In her mind, they had all been blissfully happy living together in this world. That is, until Lily's dreams happened. Rumple and Belle also didn't have time to get into a heated discussion over their lack of communication with the family and got straight to the point. "I'm-I'm sorry we haven't kept in contact over the years but Emma, this is an emergency. Our daughter has somehow found out about Storybrooke. She knows about its magic and has run away from home. She's either heading there or is already there right now. Have you seen a little seven year old girl?"

"No. I haven't heard or seen anything about a missing girl. Not that she would have been able to cross the border into Storybrooke. The protection spell is still up. How do you think she was able to fund her escape?"

"She has one of my credit cards," answered Belle with a sigh, feeling duped.

"I'm nowhere near my computer at the moment. Perhaps you can call in to your bank on your account of the card that's missing, and track the last few transactions," suggested Emma.

"That's a great idea! I'll do that when we hang up," commended Belle.

"What about Mary Poppins?" interrupted Rumplestiltskin. "Have you seen her either?"

"Mary Poppins? She's in town too?"

"Yes," confirmed both Belle and Rumple at the same time.

"No. I haven't seen her around town either. I can stop by Moe's shop and ask if he's seen her."

"Don't bother. There's something else that's more pressing. I just tried calling Henry on his cell phone and he's not responding. Is he ok? Have you heard from him? Does he seem like himself?" Rumple asked.

"I…" began Emma, but Belle and Rumple could tell from the other end that she was baffled by the odd questioning, "just talked to him yesterday evening. He seems… normal, as far as I know. Why?"

"We need to find a way to… get into…" Belle wanted to say 'Storybrooke' but was suddenly at a loss for words as the 'Welcome to Storybrooke' sign came into view. She couldn't even finish her sentence. They knew they were getting close to Storybrooke's border but they didn't know they were that close. They were hoping to speak to Henry in time to lift Storybrooke's cloak, but discovered that the veil had already been lifted. Rumple slowly drove across the town line, staring at the red line as it passed beneath them in the car. They both couldn't believe how easy it was for them to have crossed. "We're… we're here," said Belle, quickly changing her tone to surprise as she blinked in disbelief. "We've made it into Storybrooke."

"What?! How?"

Indeed. How? They all wondered. As soon as they crossed into Storybrooke Rumple slowed to a stop and parked the car. They looked around the abandoned road with similar disbelief. How long has the spell been down? Was Lily able to get into Storybrooke, even when it was cloaked? Or was the spell down when she arrived? In her journal, it spoke on how gifted she was with magic. The Author even said so himself. Perhaps she was able to lower the barrier from the outside. Or maybe Lily was still out there somewhere in the United States? There was a lot of mileage between here and Storybrooke so it could have been possible. Anything was possible.

She could have gotten hurt, lost or kidnapped along the way. She might not have even made it here to begin with. Belle shook her head at the horrible thoughts. She couldn't afford to think that way. Both she and Rumple were convinced that this was where she was heading. If Lily ran away hours before they left for Storybrooke, then surely she would have made it into town by now. Belle and Rumple had to be hopeful and believe that their daughter actually made it into Storybrooke. Perhaps their daughter was more brilliant and resourceful than they thought.

But then why was the cloak down? Had Henry been compromised? Belle turned to her husband. Rumple looked back into Belle's eyes and they knew that something was wrong. Rumple leaned over into the phone that was still in Belle's hand and said, "Storybrooke's protection spell is down."

"What?" they heard Emma exclaim on the other end.

"Emma… can't you feel it, in the air? Or shall I say the lack of it," asked Rumple.

The conversation fell silent as Emma tried to decipher what it was he was talking about. During that moment, Belle recognized exactly what he was talking about. If it wasn't for the fact that they were from the Enchanted Forest, she might have overlooked it completely. To the typical layman, there was nothing magical about them crossing over a town line. But that was it. They didn't feel any magic when they crossed the town line and for a town that was supposed to contain magic they knew something dreadful had happened.

"Actually, now that you mentioned it, magic is… magic is gone! But I thought only Henry has that ability."

"Unless someone else's magic was at play here," inserted Belle. Rumple turned to his wife over the surprised accusation. Belle continued, "Remember, deity magic doesn't follow by the same rules as magic from the Enchanted Forest."

"What are you saying, Belle?" wondered Rumple, curious as to what his wife was alluding to.

"What if… what if Mary is already here? What if Mary got here before Lily did and lowered the spell? That could be how Lily had gotten through," speculated Belle.

"No. Mary wouldn't have left the protection spell down. It wouldn't be like her to be so careless. It also doesn't explain why there's suddenly no magic in Storybrooke," countered Rumple in Mary's defense. It frustrated Belle to see Rumple so quick to defend Mary and not her, but that was an argument that would have to wait for later. Just like Emma's offense over their sudden phone call. Their goal was to find their daughter. Once they found their daughter they could argue till the cows came home over the error of their ways. But for now, they had to focus on finding their daughter. Rumple continued, "I think Henry's been compromised. We need to find Henry."

"I'll assemble the family together and let them know what's going on. We'll search for Henry and Lily and we'll find them both. Until then, what will you guys be doing now that you're back? Should we meet somewhere?"

"We're going to go search for Mary," stated Belle decisively. Rumple looked at her with surprise by her forward insinuation. "She will still have her magic and will know what to do. I have a feeling she may even have a way to know exactly where Lily is."

"Alright. We'll keep in touch," said Emma ending the call. Rumple continued staring at Belle stunned by the sudden plan she had sprung upon them. Belle noticed his lack of movement to put the car into gear and asked with frustration, "What?"

"Belle… you might have to search for Mary on your own."

"Why?"

"Based off of what you read to me from Lily's journal… I think I may know where she is, but I could be wrong. I don't want you getting hurt."

"Where do you think she is? Why don't we search for her together?"

"No," insisted Rumple. "We'll cover more ground if we divide our search. I'll still have my cell phone on me should I find anything."

"Rumple, I… I…" she wanted to finish her sentence by saying 'I don't know if I can trust you', but she did trust him. Seven years of her living happily with him taught her that. During those seven years without magic they learned to trust each other. It was practically second nature to them and it felt right, but this place... She felt herself falling back to her old ways of being suspicious of him. Magic always strained their relationship and it was the reason why Belle detested it so much. However, he was currently magic-less so she had to give him the benefit of the doubt. Even she had to admit that she knew how he liked and worked best alone. So she finished her thought and said, "I don't like the idea of us separating."

"I know darling, but time is of the essence. If we devoted all our energies pursuing one avenue of possibility at a time, we would never find her and by then it'll be too late. When we arrive into town, I'll drop you off in front of your father's shop so you can go find Mary. I know you don't like the idea, but if anyone sees me they'll be less inclined to help us. Trust me, they'd want to help if they saw you first."

She wanted to argue with him. Tell him that he was wrong about the town's misconceived notions, but he wasn't. She wanted to change the town's perception, but she knew she couldn't. If she couldn't do it in the few years they were there, then there was no way she'd change it in a day. That was the other reason why they left Storybrooke; everyone in town had way too much history dealing with Rumplestiltskin. No doubt they all would run away at the first sight of him. As much as she hated the idea, she knew he was right. If they were going to quickly find Lily, they needed to cover more ground. Divide and conquer. Belle shook her head before finally conceding to the idea and asked, "And where will you be going?"

"If Henry, Lily and Mary are still missing and Emma hasn't seen them around town, then that means they're somewhere in the woods. I have a feeling I know where to find Henry. If we find Henry, we find Lily."