Residual guilt? One of the demons that haunted his nightmares was his guilt over doing just that to poor Henry. Even when he hadn't believed in the Curse, he'd felt horrible for what he'd done on Regina's behalf all because he was too much of a coward to stand up for what was right.

Honestly, he hoped that when he fell asleep that he full-on crashed. True, the two were in separate beds, but Archie felt very self-conscious about how sometimes Pongo would have to wake him up from the nightmares of everything he'd done, everything that had happened to him, and so on. Having Gold see him clinging to Pongo would be incredibly awkward.

"Well, maybe someday you all can come back to visit so he can see the big city," Archie assured him. "You won't have to worry about losing your memories, after all." He chuckled. "Besides, if it's a family trip, you'll still have a way back. I doubt Regina or Emma would forget the scroll so everyone could go home when they'd had enough of NYC."