Archie returned his focus to the dishes. "Honestly, I didn't originally plan to stay very long. A couple of days to a week at worst. I've mostly been playing things by ear since your stroke, so I'm completely open to suggestions so long as they aren't too strenuous on you." He glanced at Gold. "I'm not a GP, but I have more than enough medical training to know that putting too much strain on your body right now would only land you right back in the hospital. Just because you recovered quickly from this stroke doesn't mean things will go well if you have another."

He hummed to himself.

"Maybe instead of a straight drive back to Storybrooke, we could take the scenic route. There's nothing in NYC I want to see, but there's a lot of nice country on the way home. We could even do a loop around Maine before heading back to Storybrooke. Might not draw too much attention from whoever Marian actually is if we're not making a beeline for the town line." He set the last dish to dry on the provided dish rack. "It's something that Mom and Dad would do if the local guards or police suspected something: just go about your business and don't run since it only attracts attention. It wouldn't take long before whoever had their eyes on us to get bored and move on."