[The way Neal offers it up doesn't entirely work for her, and the growing frown on her face says as much. He's right about one thing, they do need to focus on this. They need to tear this place apart until someone owns up to bringing them here. They need to get back to Storybrooke, and to leave knowing that whoever started this isn't going to be able to do it again. And then, yeah, they'll see how the rest of it works. Except it's not raising the dead because technically - ]

You're not dead, Neal.

[Her hand moves to his arm to make her point, lingering there for a moment while she takes this in for a second time. He's alive. Body intact, heart beating, warm under her touch. There's no need to bring him back because that's already been done for them. Getting him to the right moment is what matters, now. He has to go back with her and Killian, and not on his own. Emma can respect his sacrifice, no matter how much she hates what he had to do for them. That can stick, but his death doesn't have to.]

You're here. I may not know where that is, but I know we have a chance to get you back where you belong. It might have taken me a while to figure it out, but I did. I figured it out. Storybrooke is our home.

[It's the place she misses when she's not there, and the one she'll fight to get back to. She gives his arm a gentle squeeze, unsure if he even remembers that talk. It's impossible for her to forget it, and that's not for lack of trying. She spent twelve years trying to lock away her memories of him, but it never really took. Even when she wanted to hate him, or just erase any memory of him from her life, some piece of her always held on.

The time they spent together led to some of the happiest memories of her life. Even with a broken heart, it was hard to close the door on what they had when it was good.]

I just wish I knew what would get us there. It's not like there's anyone around who can offer answers. I haven't seen a single person working here. It's like it runs on it's own.