Henry almost scoffed at Gold. "You can't tell me what to do. You're not my Dad." He wasn't anything but a look-a-like that Henry tolerated and every so often visited because he missed the man who raised him.

"That does sounds like Regina though." He gave a one shoulder shrug and stood up. "Our business can wait. Might as well leave of my own accord rather than get kicked out." And he headed towards the door, making a mental note to avoid this Belle as well. Why was everyone always from their timeline and not his?