Henry studied the Map for a few moments more before meticulously flipping it over, reading the clear, direct instructions left by Rumpelstiltskin before the Curse hit: 

1). Find me
2). Restore the memories lost
3). Break the Curse

Henry reached once more into his pocket (which seemed to hold everything he needed), procuring a small vial of slightly luminescent blue liquid, which would, upon ingestion; restore the memories of whomever drank it. 

He looked at the vial with disgust, conflicted as to what to *do* with it. He could give the pawnbroker the vial and restore his memories as Rumpelstiltskin...or he could wait and relish in the fact that the most powerful being in the Enchanted Forest was little more than a prickly, crippled old man. 

A small smirk seemed to creep across Henry's lips as he was suddenly appreciative of the current situation. Letting his emotions take control of better judgement, Henry quickly moved from the desk towards the small, modest restroom connected to the bedroom; dumping the contents of the vial into the sink before dropping the now-empty container into the trash can. 

His step seemed heavier as he left the bathroom, removing his coat and hoisting it over his shoulder. As good as it felt - was getting rid of a potentially useful asset necessary? Henry quickly buried these thoughts within himself, knowing that the Imp was getting exactly what he deserved. 

He sat down at the edge of the bed with a deep sigh, letting the coat lay aimlessly next to him. He let a single hand grip around the cool metal of his signature key, the totem which followed him from one realm to the next. He pulled the key up and over his head, letting his nimble fingers dart across its surface

He remembered Wonderland, though the memories now seem like little more than a dream. Within minutes of being sent to Wonderland by Rumpelstiltskin, he was detained by the Queen's guards and brought to her for sentencing. The cunning and quick-thinking that allowed him to escape her cluthes the first time had run out, as he had no more magic to use, and his punishment was finally waiting in the same cell that held him years ago. 

[i]Five Years Ago...

Alexandre struggled very little as two of the Red Queen's guards held firmly onto each arm. He knew that any form of resistance would only grant him injury - but that didn't stop his tongue. 

"So, is the cell as nice as it was before? Damp stone walls and the smell of death and feces grows on you." He added snarkily, though the guards were either too disciplined, or indoctrinated to respond to a verbal jape. 

They stopped abruptly in front of an empty cell, opening the door and unceremoniously throwing Alexandre in, leaving just as quickly as they arrived. 

"Out of the frying pan and into the fire." He grumbled miserably, sure that his execution - or toture - would come soon. But neither did. 

Instead, after days of sitting alone in his cell; he was brought to the Queen herself, who took the liberty of changing Alexandre's entire outlook on the situation of his little sister's death and then in part, granted Alexandre his freedom in Wonderland so long as he stayed out of trouble.

It was then that Alexandre used the Map that Rumpel gave him to send himself to the Land Without Magic - though now for different reasons...[/i]

Henry kept his fist clenched tightly around the key that rested in his palm, his knuckles turning white with the exertion. "We will be together again soon...I promise you this." He said quietly before returning the totem to its signature place around his neck. 

Quickly throwing his coat on, he left his room, believing it high time to explore his new surroundings, now that the sun was finally up.