A few days later, I was in the pawnshop going back and forth between dusting off some of the older items and cleaning the outside of the glass counters. Da was behind the counter examining one of the more expensive items, one of the ones that I was not allowed under any circumstances to touch.

The bell above the front door rang, but I did not take notice of who entered the shop, I never did unless told otherwise. It was not my usual job to work with costumers anyway, fetch things for them yes, actually work with them no. "Ah, Regina" said Da, "What can I help you with today?"

"I do not need your help Gold," answered the Mayor.

"Then why are you here may I ask?" questioned Da.

"I am here to talk to your son actually," explained the Mayor, placing her hand on a glass case, one that I had just cleaned not even five minutes earlier.

Great I thought to myself. What did I do?

"Really, you came here for Jack?" questioned Da.

"Yes I did," replied Mayor Mills.

"Alright, Jack can you come over here please." Said Da motioning me over.

I put down the feather duster, and walked over "How can I help you Ms. Mills?"

"Where is he?" she demanded

"What?"

"Where is he?" repeated Mayor Mills.

"Yes I understand the question," I said rolling my eyes, "But who is the 'he' in question?"

"I do not like that attitude of yours," commented Mayor Mills, I did not think I was using an attitude there, "Who taught you how to speak like that?"

"That would be me, and I would appreciate it if you did not critique my parenting skills at this time." Said Da, he paused a moment, "He is a young boy, he just wants you to elaborate what you are asking about."

"Henry is missing, you are his friend do you know where he is?" she asked.

"No, "I lied. He must be in Boston by now if he left at the time I told him to. If things went according to his plan then Henry should be back in a few hours.

She got uncomfortably close to my face," You are lying."

"I am not!" I stated confidently, leaning against the glass case behind me, "Can you please step back a few feet."

"Not until you tell me where my son is."

Da came out from around the counter, "Just because your son his missing does not give you permission to interrogate mine."

"I swear Ms. Mills, I do not know where Henry is." I insured.

She backed away a bit, "If you hear from him you let me know right away."

"Yes mam." I said nodding

"Good night then, Good bye Gold." Said the Mayor.

"Have a good night," said Da following the mayor as she exited the store. After she left, he flipped the open sign to closed, "That certainly was interesting."

I picked the feather duster back up, "Yeah it was." I said absent mindedly, not wanting to discuss it further, "Ah why did you put the closed sign up., it's still early?"

"Yes, however I know that you were lying to the mayor," said Da. "Now, what is the truth and don't worry we won't be interrupted?"

"Why do you want to know?"

"It should not matter why I want to know it, "replied Da, "Just tell me, I will not go and tell the mayor on you."

"Henry is in Boston," I explained quickly, I could not lie to Da he always seemed to know if I was anyway. "He found out about his birth mother and he went to go find her."

"He found her?"

"Apparently," I shrugged, "I do not how but, he had everything, her name, her address…"

"What is her name?"

"I do not see why you want it but I think he said Emma, Emma Swan."

Something in my Da's face changed, as though cogs in his brain had started to turn, I could swear I saw the hints of a smile appear. "What else do you know about it?"

"That is it really," I said shrugging, "He came to me the other day for advice on how to get to Boston, I think he wanted her to come here or something."

"I see," replied Da, he turned around and headed back to the front door. Odd, I thought, was that it? I had basically helped a young boy run away from home, no punishment, no stern talking to, no forcing me to confess to the mayor?

"That's it?" I questioned.

He flipped the sign back to open, "You did the right thing."

"I did?"

"Yes, you helped a boy find his mother." Explained Da, "A noble act I must say."

"Noble? I would not call helping a boy run away noble."

He patted my head, "You are not the first to something like that and probably won't be the last. Yes, trust me son it will work out for the best." He added in a sing song voice, "But remember everything has a price!"

"Whatever you say, I guess." I said cleaning the mayor fingerprints from the glass display she had touched.

A/N: Chapter 2 folks, you may notice along the way that these chapters are usually short, less than 1,000 words. That is on purpose, as I have an idea of what a chapter should have in it and I work on that focal point. Also I want you the reader to think about what is happening. Imagine that they lead up to a commercial or something... Now I will not upload everyweek, as I want to be at least 1 ½ chapters away from the one I upload. Right now chapter 3 is done and chapter 4 is ½- ¾ done. So keep in mind that the faster I write to be in this range the fast the chapters come. Please feel free to review, even if it is bad I love to hear what you think…though if it is a bad one please tell me what I can do to improve.