Henry hadn't heard the man ascending the stairs as he was so used to listening for the cane. So he jumped when he heard the voice and somehow, in that moment of shock, his hand turned the knob the door opened. The boy turned from the older man and looked into the room.

More to get away from Gold than anything else, he took a step or two into the room cautiously. There was a bed, yes, but it was hardly what he had back home. Boxes were set down in the corners and there were, of course, not posters or certificates on the walls. Everything felt dark and unloved so it truly felt wrong to Henry. He'd thought about making his own Storybrooke here and knew now that he certainly had to. If only to show the others what it was like for him.

Not that he was talking to either of them...