"So, Deputy, what is going to be your first act as an enforcer of the law?" Emma asked, handing a badge across her desk to Killian, who snatched it up and hooked it to his leather jacket with a smirk.

"I considered frisking the sheriff to be a viable option. To…assist me…with my search and recovery skills," he said, leaning closer so that their faces were nearly touching.

"Not gonna happen," she said with a sickly sweet sarcastic smile, rolling her eyes and standing up out of her desk chair. "But I do need you to check out a complaint that came in earlier. Apparently someone broke into the library and knocked over a few bookcases."

"If you recall, Love, I've been the victim of a falling bookcase or two in my time here. And your librarian was to blame. Perhaps you should take this one. Belle isn't exactly my biggest fan," he said, his eyes dark.

"I'd guess that shooting her and causing her to lose her memory wasn't the best way of making a new friend, wouldn't you?" Emma replied frankly as Killian sighed.

"So it's off to the library for me, then?" he asked dejectedly, knowing full and well that this was a battle he wouldn't win.

"If you want to really be a part of this town, you can't just wear the badge. People have to trust you. I can't be the only one," Emma said softly, her eyes locked on his. After a moment of silent consideration, he nodded and a small smile played at the corners of his lips as he turned and left the station.

"So why exactly did you want me to meet you out here?" Henry asked as he came to a stop in the park next to Mary Margaret, who had a large duffel bag sitting next to her feet.

"Well, Henry, I know that you want to learn all that you can about life in our world, and you've had sword fighting lessons with David, so I thought maybe you and I could bond over something. We haven't had much time alone together as grandmother and grandson," she said with a smile, her hand resting on his shoulder. He returned her smile.

"Sure! What did you want to do?" he asked as she leaned down and unzipped the bag, pulling a bow and a few arrows out. Henry's eyes grew bright with excitement. "You're going to teach me to shoot an arrow? Awesome!"

"You're the grandson of the greatest archer in all the kingdom, so someone has to carry on the family tradition. Your mom prefers a gun to a bow, and you know all about David and swords. I saw these sitting in Mr. Gold's shop and thought we could get some use out of them. What do you say?"

"Absolutely!" Henry exclaimed as Mary Margaret took the bow in hand.

"Now, the first thing you have to take into consideration when shooting an arrow is your posture. Make sure you're standing up straight. Then you take the bow in your hands like this, place the arrow just so, focus carefully on your target, and fire," Mary Margaret said, demonstrating every step just before she released the arrow and it landed dead center into a tree a significant distance away. Henry watched in astonishment as Mary Margaret handed the bow to him. "You ready to try?" He nodded, taking the bow from her and standing tall. "Now, place your hand here. Steady hands are key here, too." Henry followed her instructions as she pulled an arrow from the bag and handed it to him. "Now, focus on a target, pull the arrow back, and…fire!"

The arrow flew from the bow, arching up into the air and missing Henry's intended target – the park sign – and instead was planted firmly in the shoulder of an unsuspecting Killian Jones walking nearby. Suddenly, Henry dropped the bow and ran towards Killian, with Mary Margaret following closely behind. However, before they could reach him, Belle, having watched the events unfold from the front window of the library, ran out and was at his side in a moment.

"Are you all right?" she asked as Killian's eyes met hers and his entire expression suddenly lit up, the widest of smiles forming on his face, as if he had gone into a trance. Just then, Henry and Mary Margaret reached the accidental victim.

"I'm soooo sorry, Hook. Mary Margaret was teaching me to shoot an arrow, and it sort of went the wrong way. Are you all right?" Henry said, his words flying from his lips.

"No worries, Lad," Killian replied with a smile, ruffling Henry's hair.

"I didn't realize you'd be walking by! We need to get you to the hospital," Mary Margaret said as Killian suddenly reached up and yanked the arrow out effortlessly without so much as a flinch, the same trance-like smile on his face. "What are you doing?" Mary Margaret asked in shock.

"I was just going to the library to investigate the break-in and assist this beautiful young lass," he replied, his eyes never leaving Belle. "If you'll excuse me." He latched his arm with Belle's and half-pulled her towards the library. She turned back as he continued to pull her along and shared a look of mutual confusion with Mary Margaret.

"What was that about?" Henry asked, attempting to fix his hair after Killian's ruffling.

"I have no idea," Mary Margaret replied. "It's like he was under a—" she glanced down at the arrow Hook had left behind on the sidewalk, picked it up, and her eyes widened with realization. "We need to talk to Mr. Gold."

She started towards the pawn shop, Henry running alongside her, as Belle took one last desperate glance back in the direction of the street before disappearing inside the library.