Rumple groaned inwardly as he moved around the streets of New York City. Belle had used the dagger to force him over the town line now he was alone in the place his son once called home. He decided after a while that he should rest, so he decided to sit down on a bench near Central Park. Little did he know how much his life was about to change.

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It was a week later. A Friday night to be exact. Rumple  was walking to his apartment when he saw a figure dart by  him and run into a nearby alleyway. Curious, he ran as quickly as he could after the figure. Soon, it was revealed that the alley was a dead end. Or so Rumple thought. In a darkened secluded section of the alley he was being watched. By who? A fourteen year old girl that ran away from the only family she's only known, hoping to find happiness. The months of being on her own had taken thier toll on her. Ashleigh's once wavy brown hair that curled at the end was now tangled and ratty. It looked like it hadn't seen a brush in months. Her blue eyes that also held specks of hazel were now dull. Her clothes were ripped and filthy. Upon closer inspection of the girl, Rumple could see the outline of her ribs. It was clear that the girl needed medical attention as well as a good meal, and that was only just slightly scratching the surface. Little did he know how much impact the girl would have on his life.