Neal felt the added information like a weight against his chest. He wanted to meet his son, to give him the father that he never had but everything else sounded horrible. He knew intimately of Peter Pan and didn't want to imagine Henry having to have to face him alone.

He closed his eyes and inhaled a slow breath. He had to get back, to find him and help him. Neal exhaled and opened his eyes.

He didn't even know what his son looked like but it didn't matter. He was a father and that fact now mattered more than anything in the world. He'd survive until he could find his son and tell him how much he loved him. He didn't even have to meet the boy to know it was true. From that day forward he'd spend his life making sure that Henry had a father.

"So what now?" His voice sounded dry and raw.