Once again, Gold did not expect to be faced with people he knew. Least of all Storybrooke's conscience and resident therapist or his dog. And perhaps it was because he still felt out of sorts, or he had been caught in a moment he would have preferred privacy for. But either way his mind did not go to any of the possible positives that a man of good standing from their little cursed town seemed pleased to see him.

"What in blazes are you doing here?" he demanded.