Peter shot up from his resting place and looked around his surroundings. It was morning now and while he and the lost boys had an mission, he couldn't let the dream he had go. Especially, it was the same dream he had for some time now, and yet, he doesn't understand what it meant. It definitely felt real though and every time he closed his eyes…Shaking his head, it was probably nothing. He told himself that but why's his somewhat heart raising?

"Peter!" Felix approached his friend and looked at him with curiosity. This was the third time this week he caught his buddy in a daze. "What's up with you?"

"Nothing…" Peter mumbled, debating on telling him about his dreams then, thought against it. "It's nothing. Now then, is everything in place?" Within seconds, Peter's mood changed and he grinned a cat like grin.

"Yes. The trap is set."

"Good. It's 'play' time."

A sound of the alarm clock made it's presence known and she couldn't help a groan. Slowly sitting up, she looked towards the clock and sighed. Reaching for her dream diary, she quickly written her dream in record time as if, she done it before. "I've never seen you before, yet…" Shaking her head, she rolled out of bed.

Getting ready for her day, it was her 16th birthday and yet, she wasn't excited. Most teenagers would be happy to turn 16 but to her, it's just a reminder of she has a few days left in the foster system.

She left the home she was staying in, greeting Mr. Neal like she'd normally would though this time, she couldn't help but overhear something she probably shouldn't. There was a man with him, and the man looked whether creepy. A woman and a little boy also was present, and she found herself bumping into the child.

"Sorry," She apologized, picking herself up with a innocent smile. The creepy man was eyeing her, and she felt uncomfortable. "Um…I'm Shan, Mr. Neal is my neighbor." She said awkwardly.

Mr. Neal gave the teen girl a nod, more than ready to get moving. The woman now known as Emma also was eyeing her, and she didn't know why.

The little boy now known as Henry looked as confused as she was, but then he went back to their conversation. "Guys. What about the plan to get Mr. Gold back home?"

Looking over, the creepy man who She assume was Mr. Gold looked to be dying, and she didn't know what to think. "Um…sorry for my two senses but Mr. Neal, if he's sick should you get him to the hospital?"

"No!" Mr. Gold spoke the best he could. "There's nothing that these people can do about me."

"We got it Shan. All we need to do is get back to Storrybrooke." Henry told her.

"Storybrooke?" The girl questioned, wide eyed at the sight of a pirate ship. "Wait how?"

"Wait. You can see it?" Henry asked the teenager.

"I can see it…" Shan spoke, just wondering what was happening. She was hugging herself and the book she was holding fell out of her hand.

"You've dropped this." Henry said while facing the girl.

"Thanks Henry…..um…" The girl looked up. "So….This Storrybrooke…can I come?"

"I don't think that's a good idea." Emma said suddenly. "It's just we're in a hurry and…" The woman sighed. "Fine. You seemed to be aware of the pirate ship and we can't take anymore chances."

"Shan, welcome to Storybrooke."