By the large window was a small boy. Well, almost a man now. He'd grown a lot since his first arrival on this ship. He was spending part of his time simply looking out at the stars and the other part thumbing through notes and books before him. Henry didn't like PADDs.

But the name 'Pongo' caught his ear and he turned. Smiling, he packed up his belongings and thrust them into his backpack, moving to sit down next to the psychiatrist and ex-cricket.

"Hey Doctor Hopper. You're right to think we're not in Storybrooke." He offered his hand to Pongo as if this was the most normal thing in the world.