Cora was dead. Cora was dead. She wasn't going to pull that trick again and leave him to rot on the ship with everyone thinking he was dead and a stranger wearing his face lying in his grave --

Pongo's nose on his neck helped him refocus. Think now, panic later.

"Well, unless she's been following me, she won't know where my room is so we can leave for Storybrooke first thing in the morning. Or we can go back to the hotel, I can get my bag and checkout, and we can start driving once that's done."