They left the next morning. They retraced their journey to New York and drove into Storybrooke that night. Killian sensed her unease and didn't grill her about this family she had found.

Emma parked on the street. "I'm going to go find them," she whispered. Henry was asleep. "Stay with the kid for now. I'll text you or come back in an hour."

Killian leaned over the stick shift and kissed her firmly. "Be careful, Swan," he warned. She rolled her eyes—infuriatingly protective, as always, her pirate—but kissed him again before leaving the car.

She ran to Snow and Charming's apartment, wondering what kind of danger they could be in. David opened the door.

"Hey. Don't close the door! My name is—"

"Emma," he exclaimed, pulling her into a tight hug and cradling her head in his hand. "How did you come back?"

"I drove. Killian's in the car with Henry. Where's Mary Margaret?"

Mary Margaret waddled down the stairs, and, observant as ever, noticed the ring even as she leaned over her stomach to hug Emma. Good heavens, her mother was pregnant. "Emma! Did you get engaged?" she asked, surprise laced in her happy tone. Good heavens, she was getting a little brother or sister. A little brother or sister that would be younger than her own kid.

"I did, yeah." She really didn't want to get into this, not with the pirate fiancé in her car and her shock over her imminent sibling. "But the man who gave me the memory potion said that you were in danger. What's going on?" She pushed her dilemma with Killian to the back of her mind again.

"We don't know. We woke up this morning with no memory of the past nine months, at least. It seemed like an ordinary day," David said, clearly holding himself back from asking about this fiancé.

"Except it clearly wasn't," Mary Margaret put in, rubbing her hand over her stomach.

Emma sighed. "It's been a year since I crossed the town line with Killian and Henry. Someone cursed you and erased the whole year."

"Who could have done this?" Mary Margaret, the impossible optimist, whispered.

Leroy burst into the flat. "Two more missing, your majesties. We're down to four." He noticed Emma. "How did you get here?"

"I got a memory potion and drove back. You said people are missing. Who?"

"Dwarves," David said. "It's been hard to keep track of everyone, but we think some people have been disappearing since we got back."

Emma glanced at Mary Margaret. "Neal?"

"No sign of him yet," she replied encouragingly, glancing to David who shook his head. "But he'll show up, Emma, don't worry."

"Smart money's on he's missing too," Leroy put in.

"Leroy!" Snow reprimanded.

"By the way, who are you engaged to?" David asked, crossing his arms and trying to look threatening.

Emma stood and followed Leroy to the door. "It's not important. I'll tell you tomorrow. Look, I've got to get a room at Granny's. Killian and Henry—there was only enough memory potion for one."

They made quick plans to meet for breakfast, and, David's protests at a single room ignored, Emma escaped.

Killian was standing outside the Bug, Henry still asleep inside. He kissed her forehead when she hugged him. "Are you okay?"

"No. I'm not okay." She pulled away. "I found Mary Margaret and David, and we're going to get a room at the B&B, stay for a bit."

"Good thing I took off a week at work, hmm?" He searched her eyes and hopped back into the Bug and they drove to Granny's. Blessedly, Granny pretended not to recognize them—bless her parents for probably having called ahead and informed Granny of the recent memory loss developments—and gave Emma the same room she'd had so long ago when Henry called her to Storybrooke.

Emma woke up curled into Killian's side as she always did back in New York. She snuggled back into his embrace. She was going to stay in bed for as long as she could until Henry woke up. Unfortunately, her brain didn't go back to sleep.

She didn't know what was going to happen between them when Killian eventually got his memories back, if he did really love her, if her parents would approve, if—she could feel herself tensing up from psyching herself out. She was still an orphan, really, even with parents and a son and a pirate who did, currently at least, love her more than anything else. She pressed herself further into his side with a small sigh.

"Love?" Killian's gruff voice whispered.

"Hey," she replied, keeping her voice low to avoid waking the kid.

Killian rolled them over until Emma was halfway on top of him. She giggled and kissed him. She wasn't going to worry about them right now. She wasn't going to worry about them, she reminded herself as he kissed her again.

Henry groaned. "I am right here, lovebirds," he moaned.

"Would you look at that, darling," Killian mock-whispered. "There's a teenager in the room."

"Indeed there is," she said, kissing him one last time and sitting up. She peered down at Henry and smiled at his sleep-rumpled hair.

Killian and Henry stood in unison and stretched. Emma waved them off to the bathroom and dashed out of the room as soon as she got dressed.

Ruby greeted her with a huge hug. "When did you get back?" she asked.

"Last night. Listen, Ruby, I've got Killian and Henry up there, and they don't remember anything about Storybrooke or anything. So don't—"

"Pretend I don't recognize them," Ruby finished. Then she noticed the ring and her eyes widened. "Did you and Hook—?"

"Yes," Emma said curtly. Ruby squealed and hugged her again. Emma couldn't help a pleading look to not make a big deal out of everything and Ruby rolled her eyes but let everything go for a while. So Emma hoped.

Killian and Henry made their way down the stairs, shoving at each other the whole way. Ruby gawked at Killian in his modern clothing.

Emma couldn't help but grin. Yeah, the pirate in the modern shirt that wasn't quite buttoned up enough was all hers. Killian grabbed her hand and kissed the back, giving a nod to Ruby, who shot a thumbs-up at Emma the moment Killian looked away.

The three of them sat in the corner booth and waited for Mary Margaret and David. Emma had just finished explaining to a dubious Killian that the three of them had met in school, had lost contact, and Emma had just found them again when the two entered the diner.

David's eyes immediately zoomed in on Henry instead of Killian. Safe.

Mary Margaret's eyes zoomed in on the arm that Killian had around Emma's shoulders. Emma winced. Very bad.

"I'm Mary Margaret Blanchard," her mother said to Killian. "And you are?"

Her mother was not subtle by any stretch of the imagination. Emma barely stopped a groan and a connection between head and table.

Killian moved his arm from behind Emma's shoulders and shook Mary Margaret's offered hand. "Killian Jones. Pleasure."

"And this is David Nolan," Emma interjected. David finally saw Killian and barely restrained the glare. The two men shook hands civilly. Emma breathed a sigh of relief.

Ruby bounced over with hot chocolate with cinnamon for all, almost greeting Henry by name, a slip that Henry himself didn't notice but Killian did. He glanced questioningly at Emma, who could only pat his hand comfortingly.

"Mom was telling me and Dad how you two met her," Henry led with.

David and Mary Margaret raised their eyebrows at Emma and the word Dad. Oh, right. Neal. This was going to be a right bloody mess, as Killian said whenever Emma caught him and Henry doing something like cooking cookies just after school or Nerf guns or making a sheets and pillows fort around the whole apartment.

Emma rolled her eyes and they didn't say anything about Dad. Bless them. They were about to start talking about who knows what—Emma just wanted out of this diner and back to New York or anywhere with Killian and Henry—when a mug shattered behind her and they all jumped.

Regina stared at Henry, her eyes huge and just about to run over with tears. Emma stepped over to her. "He looked right through me," Regina whispered.

"Because he doesn't remember you. Henry and Killian don't remember anything."

Regina huffed, her tears gone again, probably by sheer willpower. "But clearly you do."

"A strange man gave me memory potion and, like a five-year-old being offered candy, I took it. There was only enough for one person."

"Well, how convenient," Regina sighed. Emma couldn't think of anything else to say, so she rocked on her heels and waited. Nothing else.

Just before she returned to her family, she turned back to Regina. "Why did you make me and Killian have a romantic past?"

"What?"

"To Killian and Henry, we've been dating about four years."

Regina smiled weakly. "You cannot tell me that you don't love the pirate."

Emma waved her ring at the queen. Regina's smile grew. "I thought you two made an excellent couple and making you have a romantic history ensure that neither of you would run away from each other."

Emma rolled her eyes and escaped the hallway. She pushed Killian over and leaned her head down on his shoulder, her hands cupped around her hot chocolate which had a suspicious valley in the top, like someone had taken a dollop of it away with their finger, her ring glimmering in the light from the window. And that's when David finally connected the last dots.

"Are you two engaged?"

Emma, Killian, Henry, and Mary Margaret, all with varying degrees of smiles—Henry's huge and happy, Mary Margaret's slightly suspicious, Killian's nearly scared, and Emma's "darn he finally realized"— nodded. David glared at Killian.

"Problem, mate?" Killian asked, getting on the defensive that probably no one but Henry and Emma could recognize as such.

Emma shook her head infinitesimally and David dropped it. "No problem. Emma just didn't mention who she was engaged to."

Killian raised one slightly hurt eyebrow. "For goodness' sake," Emma said, rolling her eyes again and leaning in and kissing Killian soundly.

When she pulled away, Emma saw Regina staring longingly at Henry and, deciding to focus on repairing that relationship rather than dealing with the shocked looks of her parents, stood and pulled her over.

"Henry and Killian, this is Regina Mills. She's the mayor."

Regina extended her hand to Killian gracefully, then let her eyes feast on Henry's face for a moment before Henry offered his own hand. "Hi. I'm Henry," he said politely before turning back to his hot chocolate.

"Killian Jones, pleasure," Killian said, his manners impeccable as always with someone in a smile-and-run relationship with the law. Nothing like memories of one arrest and the reality of one's fiancée being a bail-bondswoman.

Regina nodded at Killian and stared at Henry for a few more seconds before glancing congenially at Snow and Charming and walking away, leaving the diner with the jingle of the bell. Killian also noticed Regina's longing stare and raised an eyebrow at Emma, who could only pat his bicep and mouth "It's okay."