After the curse in Storybrooke was unleashed and Regina had to dismantle the town to save its residents, you and your son, Henry, moved to New York. Regina had given you and Henry new memories, ones that would have occurred if you had decided to keep Henry. Or at least, that’s what the pirate in your apartment is telling you.

He said his name was Killian Jones, hoping that would ring a bell. Not that it did, of course, but you found the hook on his left hand odd.

“Come on, your family. Your parents are Snow White and Prince Charming, and that crocodile Rumplestiltskin is your boy’s grandfather.” Killian explained, causing you to feel more confused than ever. Snow White? Rumplestiltskin? You were pretty sure this man had a little too much rum.

He sighed, looking at you almost pleadingly, as if he was begging you to remember. “You saved Storybrooke from the curse, you were the savior… well, you were the savior to others. I called you Swan, because… well, first off, it’s a nice last name. But I also wanted to call you something nobody else did because you were really, really special to me. More than you knew.”