“Minnesota?” Killian stared Emma, stunned. “That’s not possible.”
Her green gaze shone with disbelief. “I know, but that’s where that lake is. That cabin, I stayed there after Lily ruined my chances with my last foster family. I was sixteen.”
As her words broke through the fog in his mind, he turned back to the scene still visible in the globe. He leaned down and narrowed his eyes. “I don’t recognize this place. Not one bit.” He straightened and looked at Regina. “Could you have made a mistake?”
She lifted an eyebrow at him. “Really, pirate?” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ve been mixing potions and spells for years, and everyone here should know by now that memories can be taken.”
The point made Killian’s heart pound. He faced his fiancée. “Love?”
He watched the shock on her face disappear and a slow and excited smile replace it. “Killian, we knew each other before…”
“It’s the only explanation,” he murmured. A burst of hope that they could get the memories back came over him.
“How do we get to it? How long would it take to get to Minnesota?”
“By car, too long.” Emma hooked her thumbs in her pockets. “We can’t waste too much time on traveling. We’ll have to get to an airport.”
“Can I go?” Henry begged. “Please?”
“Henry,” Emma and Regina both started.
“Please?” he interrupted. “It’s so awesome that y’all knew each other before, and I was the one who thought y’all might have a sapling. And you might need help.”
Killian wanted Henry to tag along. The boy was smart, and there was no telling what they might encounter. “I think the lad ought to come. Who’s to say getting to this tree will be easy, and if I’ve learned one thing,” Killian nudged Henry on the shoulder, “your boy is resourceful.”
The mothers shared a look.
Regina sighed. “He should go. It’ll get him away from the Black Fairy, too.”
“Are you gonna be all right while we’re gone? Who do you have to help you protect the town? Blue is gone, and Gold and Belle are too busy trying to save Gideon.” Emma removed her hands from her pockets.
“Well, it seems I’ll have to put Grumpy to work, hmm?” Regina shook her head and exhaled. “And the fairies don’t need Blue to do what they do best.” She gave a slight nod. “We’ll be fine.”
Henry hurried to the door. “Let’s pack,” he exclaimed.
Killian watched him go, hope living and breathing inside him. This was the first time he’d felt as if they might have an answer to the curse plaguing Snow and David. “This is going to work,” he declared to the ladies. “This torture will end soon, and then we’ll defeat the Black Fairy.”
Emma gave him one of her soft smiles.
“It certainly feels like we might be on to something,” Regina commented. She nodded at the door. “You need to go, before Henry leaves without you.”
Killian laughed while Emma squeezed Regina’s shoulder. “Granny can watch Neal. Dr. Hopper or Geppetto will as well.”
“I’ll call them,” Regina promised, then she cocked her head. “This will be the first time I’ve watched over Storybrooke without you or your parents.” She exhaled deeply.
The trials Regina had faced had prepared her for the task ahead. Killian nodded his head at her. “You’ll be all right, your majesty.” He quirked a grin at her. “You’re made of stern stuff.”
Emma made a noise of agreement.
Killian held out his hand to his fiancée, and she threaded her fingers through his then allowed him to lead her from the room.
They went down the steps, in sync, determined. “We won’t fail, Emma,” he promised her, his pulse pounding with certainty. “We’re going to wake up your parents. I owe them…so much.”
She gripped his hand tighter as they hurried to the car where Henry paced. “Right now, I’m trying to wrap my mind around the reality that you were in Minnesota.”
“It’s so awesome,” Henry broke in, catching Emma’s statement before she unlocked the car. “I can’t wait to write the story.”
As Killian climbed into the passenger seat, he asked, “Do you think we’ll learn what happened? I mean, memories return only when something causes them to.”
Emma started the engine then made a sharp turn in the direction of their home. “I hope all we have to do is touch it. Mom told me that she and Dad share a memory they didn’t know about until they touched the sapling.”
Henry lightly pounded his fist against the shoulder of Emma’s seat. “It’ll be the same for y’all, I know it.”
“And we’re going to have take a plane?” Killian recalled Emma mentioning the fact a little earlier.
“We have to get there as fast as possible,” she explained. She glanced at him. “Nervous?”
He shrugged, not really sure how he felt. “I’d prefer it if I was captaining the vessel flying my future wife and step-son through the air, but I’ll manage.”
“I’ll have to make you a driver’s license,” Emma said. “They won’t let you board without one.”
As Emma made a right turn down their street, Killian lifted his brow. “Won’t they question it’s validity since I only have one hand?”
Emma shook her head. “Lots of people drive with one hand.”
Struck and a little intrigued, he said, “Really?”
She let out a snort. “I guess I’ll be teaching you to drive when this is all over.”
“Me, too,” Henry put in.
Killian smiled, feeling happy and hopeful for the first time in weeks. When Emma stopped the car in front of the house, they all piled out. Henry hurried ahead while Killian put his arm around Emma’s shoulders. “This is gonna work.”
She gave him one of her confident, saucy grins, and he let out a slow breath, shook that his woman was going to be his wife. Nothing would stand in his way.
Chapter 3 will be posted next Friday -- I promise -- I've already written it.