"Rumple, what's wrong?" Belle grabs my hand. 

I pull away from her. I'm unsettled my hair is standing up on my arms.

"It's nothing." I say.

"Are you sure?" Belle asks.

"Of course." I take her hand to avoid suspicious. 

Dorian is coming for me. I don't know why. I just know. But I have to have hope he's here for another reason. Dorian's mind is even more ugly and twisted than the painting. I shudder to think what he wants of me.

"Did you hear that there's talk of a handsome stranger in Storybrook?" Belle asks.

Oh crap. I knew it. He can't go five minutes walking around without people starring.

"No. Not really." I lie.

"He is said to have the most beautiful face." Belle says.

"Are you thinking of him instead of me?" I ask.

"No, no. Of course, not Rumple. But... I think it's interesting that someone new is here." She smiles.

If only you'd know his true face. His true intentions. His true malice.  

"Rumpelstiltskin." A strange, bearded man approaches me.

"What is it? What do you want?" I ask.

"He wanted me to give you this." He hands me a piece of paper.

I take it reluctantly.  

"Carry on sir." He turns. 

I let out a breath.

"What was that?" Belle turns to me.

"I'm not entirely sure." I say.