It had been almost three weeks of not leaving his shared quarters with Irian before Henry decided he was bored enough to do so. It was great that the replicator could do almost anything but there was only so much one could do alone. He'd been thinking of visiting the holodeck for a while so today, he finally left his room and headed in that direction.

Not realising there was already a program running, he let the doors open and caught his breath at what he saw. It was his house. His and his father's house in Storybrooke. The fact that it was Storybrooke meant a certain magical person Henry didn't want to see was obviously here. But he couldn't help but wonder what the house looked like inside without him living there.

Amusingly, the door was locked but Henry's key still worked. First thing he noticed was the lack of pictures on the walls. No birthdays or Christmases had been celebrated in this house. He turned to look around the kitchen but it seemed very much the same. Ascending the stairs, his father's room looked almost identical as well and before long he stood in front of the door to his own room, his hand on the door knob but not having the courage to look inside it.

What would he find?