"Is she okay?" demanded Killian.
"Yes, she is," said Gold calmly, "I will now be essentially entering her brain and help her find herself again."
"Is this safe for her?" Killian asked.
"She's going to be fine," Gold said, holding a vial with a similar looking liquid, "Won't be out for more than an hour."
Gold sat down in a chair, and swallowed the potion in one gulp, soon slipping into darkness as well.
Killian stared at them, both their bodies limp, as he continued to hold Molly up in his arms. He sighed, gently lowering her to the floor and allowing her head to rest in his lap.
Meanwhile, Molly found herself on a large ship in the middle of the ocean, the waves rocking it up and down gently and the wind blowing her hair back.
"Where am I…?" she whispered, looking around.
"It would appear to be a ship, dearie," Gold said.
Molly jumped, startled by the familiar voice. Gold was standing behind her, a small smirk on his face.
"Take a look around. See what looks familiar. I'll be here when you're ready to return," Gold said.
Molly warily walked around, seeing no one aboard the ship. Where is everyone…? she thought. She found herself walking towards the helm, almost instinctively running her fingers over it and feeling the worn wood.
"Elizabeth!" someone shouted.
Molly looked up and saw a man staring up at her.
"You're back!" the man said, running up the stairs to her and pressing his own lips to hers.
Molly pulled away, startled, "Um, excuse me, what are you doing?!"
"E-Elizabeth, it's me!" the man said.
Molly stared at him blankly.
"Will!" the man said, "Will Turner! Your husband!"
"I don't remember you…" Molly said slowly.
She watched as a look of pain flashed over the man's face, one that seemed uncomfortably familiar. One she'd worn before when she thought someone loved her but acted as if she were a stranger to them.
"I-I'm sorry," Molly said, "I really don't remember you."
"What can I do to help you remember?" Will asked.
"There isn't much you can do without magic," Gold said.
Will saw Gold for the first time, "Who is that man?"
"He's helping me. I'm… I've been living in another world for a while now. I'm not really sure when I left here… I don't remember it. But I guess… I originally came from here," Molly said.
"Well the potion has taken you back to where you belong. But you're only here in a dream state, really. Not really here," Gold said.
"How long will you be here?" asked Will.
"I'm not really sure," Molly admitted with a shrug.
"As long as it takes for her to remember what is necessary," Gold answered, "It may be an hour, it may be a year. Now, personally, I hope to be done here quite soon. I don't trust that pirate alone in my shop."
Will shot Gold a look, "I'd prefer her to stay here."
"What is necessary for me to remember?" Molly asked.
"Who you really are," Gold replied.
"He said I'm Elizabeth. Isn't that good enough?" Molly asked.
"No. There's more. I can't explain it. You have to find it," Gold said.
Molly found herself wandering the ship once more, contemplating what Gold had said, Will close behind.
"Elizabeth, you can't leave again. It's been too long. We need you here with us," Will said.
"But… I'm Molly," Molly said slowly, "I'm not Elizabeth."
"No. You're Elizabeth. Not Molly," Will insisted, "Please. You have to remember."
"But I've been called Molly for as long as I can remember."
"Didn't you say you lost your memory of here? Of me? If you lost it, there has to be a way to get it back. A way for you to come back. There just has to be."
Molly sighed, "I'm sorry…"
Will bit his lip, contemplating how he could help. His mind drew a blank, never having dealt with a situation quite like the one at hand before. Until…
"What if you met everyone else again? Would that help?" Will asked.
"I-I don't know," Molly shrugged, "I'm still trying to figure this all out myself."
"Then I say we try it," Will said.
"I guess it's worth a shot," Molly nodded.
"They're all below deck," Will said, leading the way.
Molly followed close behind, unsure of what to expect.