Rumplestiltskin stood in front of his pawn shop and his back to the Professor's TARDIS. The wind rushed around him. Pan's curse was close, and he had to ensure he and the Professor weren't swept up. Considering he was supposed to have died moments earlier in Storybrooke, and the Professor was supposed to have gone back to the Enchanted Forest with the others before setting off and landing in Westeros.

He closed his eyes and held his hands out in front of him. He concentrated and minimised his shop – much like what he had down with his house moments earlier. He needed his magical items in Westeros, and it was easier to grab what he needed in Storybrooke before everything transcended to a different realm. He breathed slowly before a cloud of maroon smoke engulfed the pawn shop. He opened his eyes as the cloud dissipated, and his shop was now the size of a doll's furniture. He picked it up, placing the miniature shop in one of the inner pockets of his dark blue leather suit. But as he did, he heard someone call out to him. A voice he hadn't heard in a long time, but someone who he had always thought about.

"Rumple?" called Belle. Rumplestiltskin turned around and approached her. "You're alive?"

Rumplestiltskin nodded and hugged her tightly. "I am, yes, sweetheart," he said.

"How? We need to tell the others."

Rumplestiltskin shook his head. "No. That's a terrible idea," he said. Too much was at stake and could change the timeline drastically. "It's a long story. Get in the TARDIS, and I'll tell it to you there."

Belle was confused. She didn't remember the TARDIS being here before. She last saw it closer to Regina's vault. Then, the curse let out a thunderclap overhead, and they both looked up. The clouds were coming closer.

"Come, now," Rumplestiltskin told Belle, pushing the TARDIS doors open and pulling Belle in with him.

Belle looked around the console room until she saw the Professor at the console. "Professor?" Belle asked. "How did you get here so fast? Weren't you supposed to help Regina stop Pan's curse?"

The Professor walked around the console. "I am. Well, I did. That's already happened," he answered. "All this in Storybrooke … it's already happened for Rumple and me. It's our past."

"How long have you been gone?"

"Months. Maybe closer to a year. I don't know. I wasn't keeping track."

Belle nodded slowly. "And where have you been?"

"I think it's best if we show you," the Professor said, running back to the console. He typed the coordinates into the console and pulled on the materialisation lever. The TARDIS engines thrummed into action before the entire ship shook and the cloister bell began to toll. The Professor leaned across to pull down the monitor. His brows furrowed as he read it.

"What's wrong?" Rumplestiltskin asked.

"The curse has his us. The clouds are pulling us to the Enchanted Forest," the Professor stated.

"Can you escape?"

"Only one way to find out," the Professor replied as he typed furiously away on the TARDIS console, flicking levers and switches in hopes of manoeuvring away from the curse.