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Killian walked the docks, trying to resist the temptation, the desire, to go back to his ship and drink, his worry over Emma wanting to send him back into bad habits. He'd felt so ready to kill Felix, the wish to just put his hook through the boy's neck a strong one, and it's one that he's still fighting against. Except the boy was gone now, and Killian doesn't know exactly where. Wherever Pan was, surely, but even that, the pirate didn't know. It is both fortunate and not so much, for it does keep Killian from committing an act of murder, even if it means he has no idea where Emma is. He'd left the center of town--and every other citizen--after the confrontation with Felix, choosing instead to be on the docks. Alone. 

Red wakes up on the ground in the edge of the forest, with no memory of the past night. "- what - what happened? Where am I?"

Twenty-eight years later, Red was consumed by fear. Fear was her enemy. It wrapped around her like a secret, strangling her as the moon began to rise. With every passing moment, Red could feel herself start to lose control. She begged, whimpered, and nearly screamed "- No!" but it was too late. Her shout turned into a howl and with a few twitches, the wolf took over. Breaking free from the cage, it ran out of Granny's and into the night, stopping only at the sight of its prey...

Peter had selected the twins as lookouts for the time being, while he waited for the town to stir a little. It wouldn't be long before someone noticed her absence, which meant they had little time to make decisions. They had to choose the best way to use Emma as an advantage, and for that, there was only one person he would turn to. With little grace, he dropped Emma's body on the forest floor behind shrubbery, then turned to look at his most loyal lost boy. "Well done, Felix," a wicked smirk formed on his lips when he spoke, his voice low. "Looks like we're back in business."