Hook barely had time to register her words before feeling the hard grip of the prince's hand on his shoulder, lifting him and spinning him around to receive a harsh blow to his jaw.

"Dad!" Emma gasped.

David glared at Killian. "What did you do, pirate?"

Hook took a step back and rubbed the offended side of his face. He smirked into that glowering face and put on his best swagger. "Well, mate, considering you have a few offspring of your own, I think you know."

The man advanced on him, but Emma was back on her feet providing a barrier between them with a hand on each man's chest. "Let's not do this just now, okay guys?"

He immediately felt a pang of remorse. Emma wasn't feeling well and there she was, acting the moderator over their posturing. "My apologies, love. Perhaps we need to get you to a more comfortable place." David was still seething, but he backed off. His wife, holding the child, was now also in the confined space of the bathroom. Emma was pale, but had that that stubborn set to her chin.

"What's going on in here?" Mary Margaret asked.

A muscle flexed in David's jaw. "It would seem that our daughter is…with child."

She gasped. "Emma?"

Emma pushed her hair behind her ears, "Hey, why don't you and Dad go out and wait for me for a few minutes?" She glanced over to Hook. "Killian and I need to talk."

David muttered that they'd done enough "talking" as far as he was concerned, but he responded to the hand his wife placed on his arm and left the room with her. Hook should have felt some relief, but instead felt something akin to apprehension uncurling inside his chest. Emma was still looking a bit worse for the wear, and he wasn't really processing this latest development.

"Okay," Emma started, "Now we're alone and I don't have a clue what to say."

"I suppose there aren't published rules of conduct on this sort of thing," he told her.

She seemed to be fumbling for words. "I don't know how this happened."

Hook tilted his head to the side, considering. "My guess would be that we went on a second date."

"You're awfully sure of yourself."

Ah, her little grin was back, just a touch, lifting the corners of her mouth. He leaned toward her. "I know the effect I can have on women when I choose to press my advantage."

"Really?" she said. "Then you'd think I'd remember something, wouldn't you?"

It was a harsh truth. If they had made love, after two years of doing this dance of theirs, it should have been something momentous for both of them. He let go of the breath he'd been holding, "Sadly, love, neither of us is privy to the event."

"So you don't remember anything, either."

He shook his head. "I remember some passionate kisses," he reached down to find her fingers, entwining them with his, "and some very enjoyable touches, but sadly, nothing beyond."

Her fingers tightened on his. "Same here."

"So what do we do now, Emma?"

She inclined her head, a spark settling into her lovely eyes. "We find out what happened to cause all this and we get those memories back."

Her parents were side by side on the couch. Neal wasn't with them, so she supposed he was down for a nap. Thank goodness Henry was at school. Emma didn't know how much more talking or explaining or anything else she could take right now. Honestly, she just wanted to curl up and sleep. But that wasn't going to happen.

"Well?" her mother said.

Killian brought over a chair for her and she gratefully sank down onto it. Right now she was wholeheartedly regretting that she'd thrown those doughnuts away this morning. Killian seemed to understand without her telling him, and he said he'd go find her one of those infernal Pop Tarts that she seemed to be so fond of. He was in the kitchen, rummaging through the cabinets.

"We don't remember anything," she said. "I know that we found the scroll from the Snow Queen and that she was out to make a new family for herself with me and Elsa." She paused to search her memories, but couldn't come up with anything else. "That's all I've got."

Killian was back, handing her a pastry and a glass of milk. "There was the bit about the mirror," he reminded her.

"Mirror?" Snow asked.

Emma took a nibble of Pop Tart, and nodded. "Yes, something about a magical mirror that she had, and she planned to shatter it and turn everyone in the town against each other, so that it would only be the three of us left." She sipped at the milk. Wow, she didn't remember milk ever tasting quite this good before.

David stood and began to pace, running a hand through his hair. "Why does this sort of thing keep happening? Aren't there any spells that don't involve messing up everybody's memories?" He stopped and glowered at Killian. "And anyway, since nobody knows what happened, you might want to consider that this baby could belong to somebody else."

"It's mine!"

"It's his!"

The vehemence of their duel interjections allowed no room for debate on that count.

"Well then," Mary Margaret stood and gave her husband one of her take no prisoners looks. "We are going to get to the bottom of this. Let's head out into town and see if we're all in the same boat with the memories. We can check with Regina and Mr. Gold and also see if there's anything else going on."

Killian was nodding his agreement and David was already collecting everyone's coats, and her mother started packing up the baby gear. Emma stood. "Mom and Dad, you head out to check with Regina. The last thing I can remember is that I'm not exactly her favorite person right now. Killian and I will go talk to Gold."

"That may not be the best course of action," Killian said.

"You're coming. You know him better than anyone."

Bloody hell, the last thing he wanted to do was go another round with the Crocodile. He hadn't been entirely forthcoming about their interactions regarding his hand, and the Dark One was not to be trusted, particularly where he was concerned.

"Emma…"

"You're going."

"I doubt he will be helpful."

She stopped suddenly and turned, taking him unawares. "What aren't you telling me?"

He considered his words for a moment, and she narrowed her gaze. "It's just that, as of late, some of our past differences have…"

"I can tell if you're lying."

"Your super power."

"It's a thing!"

He intended to tell her, but not at the present time. "We will talk, but not now," he looked around at the other citizens of the town, who all seemed to be realizing that things were not as they should be. "And not here in the middle of the bloody street. The dwarves are notorious gossips."

"Fine." She turned back around and looped her hand through the crook of his elbow. "For now we are going to interrogate Gold, and then later we can have our chat."

They entered the shop, which was as dark and dingy as ever. Hook had been in brigs that had better ambiances than this place. Gold was nowhere in sight. Emma marched over to the counter and smacked the top of the bell there.

There was a bit of commotion in the back, and then Belle emerged. "Emma?"

"Hi, Belle. We were wondering if we could talk to your husband."

The woman's eyes grew large. "I'm sorry, but I don't know where he is! I've been looking for him. But there's no note or anything."

Hook couldn't help himself. "Did you try the dagger?"

For a moment, anger flashed in her eyes as she looked over to him, but it passed and she turned back to Emma. "I can't find the dagger either. I don't know what to do."

"I'm sorry, Belle," Emma said. "We are trying to find out what's going on. We think our memories of the last three or four months have been wiped, so Gold was the first one we thought of."

"I wish I could help you," Belle said.

Hook moved forward to join the women. "Perhaps you could," he said. "You may not have the Dark One's powers, but you're well-read and have been around many of his spells."

Emma nodded. "Maybe you could come with us. I want to go to my station and check a few things. There were some notes on my desk that I probably should have paid more attention to."

"Okay," Belle agreed.

The station wasn't far, and upon arriving Emma went straight over to the calendar she'd lamented about earlier. She and Belle studied it, and Hook took note again of how lovely Emma looked. Pregnancy suited her. The thought made him unreasonably happy.

"What are you grinning at?" Emma asked him.

Before he could answer, Bell pointed to some words on the calendar. "Look, Emma, right under April first. It says 'MM – memory stone.'"

"I don't remember writing that and I don't know what it means."

"I do," Belle said, "At least part of it. The memory stone is something that the Rock Trolls create. They must have left one."

Hook moved over to join them, reading the words for himself. "The letters, 'MM' – Swan is that…?

"My mother!" she said.