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[It’s taken Hook a while to type out the message. What business do letters have being in some strange, nonsensical order? What sort of alphabet goes from Q to M instead of A to Z? It’s bloody confusing, but he’s managed, at last, to type out his message on the automatic writing mechanism he found in his pocket. It seems to have some sort of magical ability to show images and produce sounds too, but he has yet to figure those ones out.

The message is short and a bit stilted. He’s not used to having to hunt so hard for each letter, and finding advanced punctuation or capital letters is beyond him. But it gets the point across.]

to whom it may concern ive found myself on strange shores and could use information should it be available. the name is captain hook. im supposed to be in new york. does anyone know how to get there? i need to find emma swan. it is very important. sincerely, hook

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[By bird. Yeah, that sounds like her, but...]

Point, but why wouldn't she sign it if it was from her? Unless maybe she was worried about it being intercepted, but who's going to try and intercept a bird carrying some magic potion?

[Sometimes she can't believe the things she says out loud.]

As long as you're here, anyway, you won't need it. I remember everything that's happened so far, but-- [Wait.] That reminds me. We need to go over a few things before you see anyone else.

[Yeah, it sounded sketchy, but Hook had wanted to find a way to Emma anyway. Trap or no, he took that chance.]

Regina said Henry needs it. That he's missing some memories.

He is. It's--

[Awful? And yet, he has memories of a life that's entirely curse-free. The life he should have had.]

It's complicated. Wonderland is interfering with them. He doesn't remember things the way they actually happened in Storybrooke -- he doesn't remember Storybrooke at all, for that matter, but he remembers everything that happened here. It's getting all jumbled. The memories are bleeding into one another. It's... a lot for a kid. For all that to come rushing back at once?

[Besides, can they even guarantee that the potion works?]

Mary Margaret doesn't remember anything, either, but it's different. Everything that's happened since she and I met you? Hasn't happened for her yet. She won't even know who you are.

[Mary Margaret barely even knows who she herself is.]

You want to give it to her instead. [He'd noticed that Mary Margaret seemed to... not know the things she should know. It was hard not to when she was asking Hook things she certainly should have noticed and didn't seem to believe she was Emma's mother. Regina wouldn't be happy, he was sure. But when it came down to it, he cared a lot more about Emma's happiness than Regina's. He offers it to Emma with a slight smile.]

It's your call, love. There's only enough for one person.

I don't know who I want to give it to.

[It would be beneficial to both of them, but--]

They both have a lot of things they need to remember. I want Mary Margaret to remember who she is, I want Henry to remember his life, to remember the other people who are important to him-- but for either one of them, it could be pretty damaging.

All those memories just coming back into place. It could really screw someone up, you know?

Perhaps. But it's better than living a lie. [So Hook had assumed when he went to bring Emma's memories back. He can't help but wonder now if she would have wanted to remember as badly as he wanted her to. What was her life with Henry like when they couldn't remember?]

Snow White already regained her memories once, didn't she? She seemed to take to it all right before.

It's different.

[Her words come sharp, uncertain. Defensive.]

She took to it fine, but Henry-- he's a kid. He's my kid. Who knows what kind of effect it could have on him. Mary Margaret-- maybe she'll go back and stay there, or go and get caught up, I don't know. What if the potion screwed with that, too?

[Too many 'what ifs.' It's not like her, but things have been so tenuous around here lately that making decisions without weighing them properly-- it just seems like a recipe for disaster.

She sighs.]

Either way, it doesn't matter. Whoever drinks the potion, it doesn't change the fact that right now, they don't know you. You'll have to be careful what you say.

...might be a bit late for that. [His entire conversation with Snow needed a spoiler warning. He steps in a little closer, meeting her eyes.] Swan, I know how much protecting your family means to you. But you can't get yourself tangled in all the things you don't know. It'll only drive you mad.

[She narrows her eyes at him, suspicious.]

What did you say? You talked to them already?

[Not good. Very potentially not good -- but when he steps closer, she doesn't back away. There was a time when she would have preferred to be armed in his presence, but not so much anymore.]

This place is already driving me mad.

[She says it sharply, pointedly.]

I hear Wonderland's kind of famous for that.

Certainly not an unusual reaction. [He shakes his head.] It was only your mother that I talked to, and I didn't say much. That you were her daughter, that we'd met in the Enchanted Forest... she had a lot of questions she should have known the answer to.

Wait--

[Wait.]

You told her I'm her daughter?

[Crap. Crap, crap.]

She didn't believe you, did she?

She seemed rather confused. I told her she should discuss it with you.

[Great. That's going to be a mess -- although Emma has the advantage of being the only one of the two of them Mary Margaret actually knows and trusts, so that works in her favor.]

Yeah, confused is probably an understatement. She doesn't even have any idea the curse is real.

[She sighs heavily -- at least that's manageable, she thinks. She hopes.]

Do you think you can keep from outing me to anyone else for a little while? There's a lot I'm going to have to catch you up on. We have to watch what we say.

[But he didn't know. She can't really blame him.]

I'll do my best, lass.

[Which is about all he can promise. He doesn't know what being cursed is like. It'd be only too easy for him to say the wrong thing.]

But you should tell them.

I will. It's not that I don't want it, it's just-- bad timing.

[And it never seems to be good. Sucks.]

Haven't exactly figured out what the right time will be yet.

[He raises an eyebrow. He doesn't have to point out that she's just delaying it, and that delaying it will inevitably only worsen things. They both know.]

Might be you have to make your moment instead of choosing it.

Maybe.

[She eyes him carefully. Trying to give her advice on what the right thing to do is, Hook? Oh, how the tables have turned.

She sighs.]

Maybe I do. But that moment isn't this one. Come on. We have a lot to talk about before you accidentally let anything else slip.

[She jerks her head towards the mansion, turning to walk and expecting him to follow.

Sorry, Hook -- no reunion kiss just yet.]

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