He'd remembered being told about a curse. He was going to be sent a postcard. Not that it was going to change anything that Neal did after that point. He had left all of that behind him or, at least, he thought he did.

Neal stared at Killian as if the pirate had grown another head. "He brought Emma to New York?" This was so hard to believe and at the same time it was the sort of thing his father would do. Use someone else with some flimsy justification. Neal ran his fingers through his hair, turned, took a few steps and then turned back to Killian. "So what then? They find me there? How do I not remember this?"

He was getting more frustrated and it was slowly driving him crazy.