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Precisely at noon there was a knock on the door of the Charming home. Emma opens it, revealing the guest they were expecting. "Ready to go, Ms. Swan," he asks, a passive look on his face. Emma sighs, telling him she was almost done. She checks her bag one more time when Henry approaches, carrying a coat in his arm and holding onto a small suitcase on wheels.

Gold stares at him and then at the boy's mother. "I thought the terms of our agreement were quite clear," he remarks. "You owe me a favor. You alone." Emma defends herself by stating she would not leave her son behind when Cora is still around.

The two stare at each other until Gold gives in, remarking that he will need to buy another plane ticket. That bit of information surprised Emma. She hadn't realized they would be flying. Rumple ensures her that he will cover all their expenses, including those of Henry.

David comes marching down the stairs with another of Emma's bags, commenting on his sudden gentleness. While his daughter and grandson say goodbye to Mary Margaret he takes the Dark One aside, requesting he keeps them unharmed.

Gold promises that no harm will come to their family and walks outside, waiting for Emma and Henry to be done. Emma hugs her father while she glances over his shoulder at the departing Dark One. She waits until he was out of earshot to talk to her parents.

"While we're gone, please keep an eye out on the Gold house. Hook may try to get to Winter again when he hears Gold's gone," Emma speaks to them in a hushed tone.

Mary Margaret crosses her arms before her chest, her gaze shifting between her husband and daughter. "But I heard Gold asked Granny and Archie to watch over her-" Emma nods her head. "I know, but we all know Hook doesn't give up. Just keep an eye out to be sure," the blonde says.

After their goodbyes were done she grabs her bags. Henry and her walk out of the building and get into Gold's car. He was the one driving. They crossed the town line and Rumple could still remember everything as long as he was wearing the enchanted shawl that once belonged to his son. The son they were now searching.

Snow and Charming remained in Storybrooke and were about to go look for Cora when Regina knocked on their door. They had to explain that Henry was not in town anymore, which went as well as it possibly could.

After Regina left Snow questioned her husband on how to find Cora, but he had an idea featuring a certain pirate. They picked Hook up from the hospital and dragged him to the harbor. Accompanied by Grumpy they pushed him further onto the docks, telling him to show him where his ship is so they might find some clues as to where Cora is.

Grumpy warns him not to do anything funny, but Hook wasn't scared of him. Snow ensures her friend that the pirate will help them. "What makes you so sure," Hook asks with a cocky grin on his face. Snow smiles.

"Because you're a pirate. You know which way the wind blows. And right now, it is gusting towards us. Besides, Hook.. you know by now that Cora won't be able to help you get to the one person you are so desperately trying to reconnect with that you are willing to break into her room.."

After she finished her words Hook had grown pale, his expression falling for a second. "What are you implying, my lady," he asks, trying to uphold the mask of smug confidence. Mary Margaret was now the one to smirk. "We know it was you who broke into her room. You might need to repair your leather coat before Rumplestiltskin connects the same dots that we did."

The colour returned to Hook's face. He even managed to smirk again. "I see where your daughter got her gumption." The pirate turns around and tells the others to follow him. They trail after him as Hook walks onto the invisible stairs.

On the deck they uncover a cage that Cora brought along from their land, keeping a man trapped inside of it. Hook explained that he is a giant that Cora shrunk, but Charming isn't convinced that he was telling everything that he knows.

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