Gone. The crocodile had slipped right out from under his fingers, and had fled the town, going in search of his son. This meant his revenge would have to wait for only God knows how long, and he couldn’t afford to be stuck in this town for that long. There was no option of leaving without magic, seeing as if he steps over the town line, all of his memories will leave him in a flash. He just couldn’t do that, so now he was in search of a way to get back to Neverland using magic. He only knew of a few who possessed the magic he would need; Cora, Regina, the Mad Hatter, the Crocodile, and the Giants. Cora and Regina had disappeared after he had reunited them, claiming they had important business to take care of, leaving Killian behind. The Crocodile had left town, as before mentioned. Giants were nowhere to be found, and were no longer in possession of any more magical beans. That left the Mad Hatter and his hat, the one that could transport him back to his home. So now the captain was in search of the man, in search of this magical hat that could take him home. The town was rather interesting for the pirate, everything so new and confusing. He’d never seen technology before, and was rather interested in learning more but he was more interested in getting home. Limping down the street of Storybrooke, Captain Hook was still feeling the effects of getting hit by a car, an odd contraception that awed him. He was looking for the Mad Hatter, or Jefferson as he went by. He would make Jefferson use his magical hat to take him back home, one way or another. After all, Captain Hook was a pirate and he would find any way to make someone help him, whether it be a good or bad way. Pushing his good hand through his hair, Hook had asked several people already where he might find Jefferson, and trying to keep away from Emma, he was making his way to the man’s home. He didn’t want Emma to catch onto what he was going for, especially if he would have to use force, he knew that the Sheriff would try and stop him. He couldn’t afford that, not when he was so close to getting back home. Then again, he wondered what she would think if she knew he was trying to go home, to leave Storybrooke and probably never return. Would she be sad that he was going? A gentle smirk slid across his lips, as he thought about how Emma would react. He believed she would be sad, especially how fond she was becoming of him. Chuckling deeply to himself, Hook held his ribs as he continued down the road. He was just around the corner from the man’s house, and now he needed to find a way to make sure Jefferson would actually help him.