"With all due respect, I think I should be the one to do this... After all, the real world is my specialty." Emma protested gold.

"Very well, then..." Gold said, reluctantly.

Emma, the blonde-haired saviour, stepped over the red line, separating the two 'realms'.

Emma nodded at Gold, signalling that she was ready.

Gold nodded and waved his hand over the top of the Box in his hands. He then set it on the floor, past the line, as red smoke came out from the top...

Finally, a boy - who they thought was Pan - appeared on the floor, confused as ever.

He stood, shakily and weakly, and looked left to right in confusion.

"Behind you, pretty boy." The boy turned around, seeing the female with a gun pointing at him.

His eyes widened, "P-please... Don't shoot-t"

"What are you waiting for?! Kill him!" Gold urged.

"Don't!" The boy pleaded again.

"Look, if he steps over this line, we're all dead.." Gold protested.

"Wait..." Emma stopped for a minute.

"What?" Snow asked.

"His eyes, they're crystal blue, not green with brown."

"Oh come on, Emma! That doesn't mean anything! He's probably just trying to throw us off!" Charming countered, gesturing over to the boy with his hands.

"Why am I here?" He asked.

"Pan... You know why you're here. Where's Henry?" Emma asked, pointing her gun to his chest.

He gulped in fear and put his hands up, "W-who's H-Henry?"

They all gave him glances as if saying 'don't play dumb, Pan.'

"Look... You may be confused... My twin... He's Peter Pan." He said honestly, staring into Emma's eyes.

"Who are you then?" Charming asked, clearly not satisfied.

"I'm Oscar... Oscar Pan..."

Emma's POV

I don't know wether to trust this boy or not... He could be Pan, trying to trick us with his horrid schemes... When he looked into my eyes, I saw my own reflection and no hostility. Just fear and loneliness...

"Uncle... Oscar..." Gold stuttered.

"Rumple... I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you after he left you... I should've been there." 'Oscar' went to step over the line but I pulled him back.

"We still can't tr-"

"Can't trust me... I understand. I wouldn't, neither, as long as I am that demon's brother then you have every right. Sorry." He said this with understanding, calmness and was sincere, still making direct eye contact. A tear rolled down his face as he looked down.

He offered me his wrists, "Here. Arrest me until I can be trusted. Or, you can decide my fate..."

I looked at him in shock, then over to the others just to see them nod.

I turned back to 'Oscar' and pulled his hands forward, handcuffing him.

"Promise us you won't use magic?" Snow asked, seriously and slightly scared.

"I promise." He smiled sweetly.