Molly stared at her car, watching as it was repaired and wishing it would be done already so she could leave. She was tired of the endless questions from Graham, Killian, and Emma, as well as endless calls from Jason, begging her to come home despite their divorce.

"It'll be ready by tomorrow," Graham informed the blonde woman.

Molly sighed, "Alright…"

"Why worry about a car when you could join me on my ship?" asked Killian, raising an eyebrow at Molly.

"You know, despite my love for sailing, I'll pass," Molly said, rolling her eyes.

So she likes to sail… What does that tell me…? Killian thought. He'd been racking his brain for ideas of who she could be, even going through Henry's book to help him but nothing seemed to fit.

"I guess I should reserve one last night at Granny's for myself," Molly said.

"Or you could stay for free on my ship," Killian suggested.

Molly shook her head, walking towards town. Killian hurried after her, still wanting to know who she really was. It baffled him that Molly couldn't even remember, despite the the curse being broken for a while and the others all knowing who they really were.

"Wait, wait, wait! You can't go yet!" Killian said.

"Uh, yes I can," Molly said, turning to look back at Killian.

"But I need to know who you are!" Killian half shouted.

"What…? I'm Molly."

"More than that. I need to know who you really are."

"You're weird… And making no sense…"

"It all makes sense, though!" Killian protested, "We all come from fairytales! I've been trying to figure out who you really are all week! Who are you?!"

Molly stared at Killian, wondering where Graham was and thinking that maybe Killian should see a doctor.

"The curse was broken a long time ago and now we know who we really are! Not everyone can find this place, only those of us from fairytales. Which means you come from one too! Like me. I'm Captain Hook. Graham. He's the Huntsman from Snow White. Snow White is Emma. You met her yesterday. David, you met yesterday as well, is Prince Charming! We all come from fairytales. And I just have to know who you are!" Killian said, "I know! Maybe you're- No, no. You can't be. She was a fairytale to us pirates."

"Who?" asked Molly, feeling curious now, the idea of fairytale characters being real interesting her.

"Elizabeth Swann. She was married to Will Turner. Of course, she's just a fairytale to us. But among pirates, she's well known. Kind of like… Oh, what's his name? The lumberjack?"

"Uh… Paul Bunyan…?" Molly offered.

"Yeah! Him! See, even to us he's a fairytale. As is Elizabeth Turner. So you can't be her. Who are you though…?"

"Look, Killian, it's an interesting thought, but I'm not a fairytale character. And I doubt you are too. Or anyone else here for that matter. So, if you don't mind, I'll be going back to Granny's now."

She continued down the street, Killian staring after her, convinced she had to be one of the many fairytale characters. Having to know, Killian went after her once more.

"Molly! Wait! Please, I'm not crazy! Ask anyone in this town and they'll tell you the same story! We really are fairytale characters, believe it or not! And you must be one too! I bet Gold knows a way to help!"

"Look, Killian, I know you've got this hook and all, but it doesn't mean you're-"

"Captain Hook? Yes, that's him. He told you, huh?"

Molly spun around, finding Graham behind her.

"He's telling the truth. He really is Captain Hook. And I'm the huntsman, if he hasn't already told you that," Graham said, "We all do come from one fairytale or another. Don't think he's crazy. I know someone who can prove this to you. Gold. He's well known for his magic capabilities. He can help you remember who you are."

Without another word, Graham grabbed ahold of Molly's hand, leading her to Gold's shop. Molly, taken aback by the sudden gesture, followed without a word. As soon as the trio entered the shop, Killian called for the man. It took a moment, but they all heard the familiar thump of a cane on wood as Gold came into the room.

"How may I help you?" he asked.

"She doesn't know who she is. But she found us. She has to be one of us. Isn't there a way to help her remember?" Killian said, motioning to Molly.

"I may be able to do something, but she has to consent. It will involve me, for lack of better word, entering her brain," Gold said.

"You're all insane," Molly muttered.

"There really is a curse, dearie," Gold said, "And we really are characters that you've read about before. If you just allow me access to your brain, I will help you remember who you truly are inside so that you may find your happily ever after."

"Look, you guys must all be insane," Molly said, "Magic isn't real. Curses aren't real. Fairytales aren't real."

"We can prove it's real if you just let him try," Killian insisted.

Molly sighed, wishing she had brought pepper spray with her, "Alright, fine. Do your little magic trick."

"Well, I will need a couple days to gather all the items I need for it," Gold explained.

"Of course…" Molly said.

"Magic isn't always something that can happen instantly," Gold said.

"Well, when you get your magic trick together, let me know. I'm ready to get back on the road," Molly replied, leaving the shop, "Fairytale characters. Yeah right."

She went back towards Granny's, ready to ask for a few more nights in the small town. As soon as she confirmed she could stay, she went up to the room and spread out across the bed. Just before she could start to doze, a knock on the door demanded her attention.

"Seriously?" she groaned, "Come in!"

Killian opened the door, smiling, "Hello, love!"

"You again…" Molly sighed.

"Well that's not a very warm reaction," Killian frowned, "I brought you some lunch."

He held out a bag on his hook with carry out from the restaurant inside it, delicious smells wafting across the room and hitting Molly's nostrils. She sat up, her lips curling up into a smile.

"That smells pretty good," she said, starting to warm up.

"That's the reaction I hoped for," Killian said, his smile returning.

He sat on the edge of the bed and handed over a box containing a fresh burger and order of fries on the side before taking out a similar order that he placed on his lap.

"Mind if I eat with you?" he asked.

"Uh, I guess not…" Molly shrugged.

The pair ate in companionable silence, the only noises their chewing and people passing outside. Molly finished her food first, thanks to being able to use two hands unlike Hook who struggled with one hand and a hook.

"I really think you may be one of us," Killian said when he finally finished eating, "I know we may sound crazy, but we're not. We truly do come from these stories."

"Or you're all crazy," Molly said.

"But we aren't," insisted Killian, "We're going to prove it."