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Mr. Gold ran his fingers over the splintered wood of the door jam of his shop. It wasn't hard at all to find where his pest had broken into; the back door was the very first place he looked. With a frown, Mr. Gold went back into his shop, taking careful inventory to try to figure out just what had been taken. He had barely even began to understand the path that the burglar had taken when there was an urgent knock on the front door. With a collected sigh, Mr. Gold pushed through his office to the front of the shop, seeing Regina on the other side of the glass, peering into his shop and trying to spot him. Again Mr. Gold sighed. He [i]really[/i] didn't have time for this, but avoiding the mayor was just as successful as avoiding him; it wasn't.

He unlocked the door, and Regina pushed herself inside, walking directly to the counter that Mr. Gold usually stood behind and assumed he'd follow. He did, but he took his time, letting his shoes fill the surrounding air around them as he limped heavily. Neither of them said a word until Mr. Gold took up his usual post behind the counter while Regina reached over to turn on one of the many lamps in his shop to give them a bit of light. The two of them just stared at the other for a prolonged period of time, almost as if they were trying to out-wait the other into being the first to speak.

"So..." Regina broke the silence. She wasn't exactly known for her patience.

"You realize that the shop is closed." Mr. Gold interrupted, now having the satisfaction of winning their little game.

"And [i]you[/i] realize that you opted to open the door." Regina replied curtly. "I'm here to ask you a question." She then said, getting right to the point.

"And what makes you think I'm willing to answer?" Mr. Gold asked, resting the palms of his hands on the counter top. Regina just smirked. 

"Because I know who broke in, and what they took."

This piqued Mr. Gold's interest. He had a pretty good idea himself, but with how many people he had angered over the years in Storybrooke, he couldn't be too sure.

"Ask away." He said to Regina with a nod.

"Whats your name?"

Her question caused Mr. Gold to smile ever so slowly.

"It's just...Mr. Gold..." He replied, keeping his smirk. Regina lowered her head a bit, glaring up at him with the shadows now intensifying her glare.

"Your [i]real[/i] name." She demanded.

"Every moment I've spent on this Earth...that's been my name."

"But what about moments spent elsewhere?" Regina questioned, making Mr. Gold take another moment to pause.

"What are you asking?" He asked quietly. Despite them being the only two in the shop, he had a certain paranoia of being overheard.

"I think you know." Regina said with a smile, although her voice remained firm. "If you want me to tell you what's missing and who took it...[i]tell me your name[/i]!"

Mr. Gold leaned himself over the counter, putting his face directly in Regina's path though he never let his eyes off of hers. He breathed a sort of laugh out through his nose, and his grin widened just a bit more.

"Rumpelstiltskin." He said barely above a whisper. 

Regina's eyes went wide in shock. How? How was this possible? She was the one who cast the curse, everyone was supposed to be stripped of their memories! And yet...and yet she knew...somehow...the entire time. Mr. Gold's mannerisms at certain points had given it away many, many times; she was just too blind to see it.

"How?" Regina practically barked, her face giving way to the fact that she was not only confused; but terrified. What did this mean for everyone else in Storybrooke? Had she messed up in conjuring the curse somewhere? Did anyone else have their memories?

Mr. Gold remained completely calm, even almost looking like he was enjoying watching Regina squirm.

"You built it to keep me from interfering; what you didn't realize that not only could magic not be used on the inside, but on the outside as well. Your curse...couldn't touch me."

It all suddenly made sense. Everything Rumpelstiltskin had said from inside his cell [i]finally[/i] made sense. That's why he went along with being held prisoner, he knew the whole time!

"Now give me what I want!" Mr. Gold hissed at Regina, pulling her from her thoughts.

"Such hostility!" She shook her head in a mocking manner, bringing herself to smile once more. Mr. Gold just glared daggers at her and nodded his head.

"Oh yeah." He sneered and Regina's blood felt like it had suddenly frozen over. If he was untouched by the curse...that meant- "Not to fear your majesty. As it turns out, I still need you alive...for now. But rest assured, I [i]will[/i] kill you for what you did to Belle."

Regina swallowed, however her face remained placid. She instead pulled out her cell phone and flipped through a few screens before resting the phone onto the counter, spinning it so that Mr. Gold could see a clear picture of a man walking away from Mr. Gold's shop with a snow globe tucked tightly into his arm. It was dark outside, but the streetlamp that lit the street made the male's features stand out as if the picture were taken during the day.

"Henry..."

"But why would he take a snow globe of all things? What does this mean?" Regina queried. Mr. Gold kept his eyes on the picture on Regina's phone, taking in the detail of the snow globe that had been stolen.

"It means..." Mr. Gold began. "We are all in very grave danger."