Angie took the flask from his outstretched hand and began to drink.  Or, more accurately, chug.  Hook instantly grabbed Angie's hand that was holding the rum and titled it back, stopping her from downing the whole flask.  "Small sips," he ordered.  "Regina said that once your body gets some sustenance, your magic will heal the rest of that wound up.  That doesn't mean you can drink all of my alcohol.  No getting drunk on my watch, Angel.  Your brother would kill me."
	Angie chuckled as she let go of the flask, allowing Hook to take it away from her.  "You're no fun."
	"I'm glad you think that getting clobbered in the head was much more amusing than my nursing duties," Hook remarked, giving her a look.
	It seemed that Regina had been right.  Once the rum was in Angie's body, she could feel the head pain dulling.  She waited a few seconds before attempting to sit up again.  This time, she got a little light-headed, but it passed quickly.  Then, she turned to Hook.  "You didn't answer my questions."
	"Sorry, love.  I was a little more concerned with making sure you didn't die."
	Angie adjusted her position, putting her hands in her lap.  She felt a small smirk creeping up her lips.  "I didn't know you cared."
	"What made you think I didn't?" Hook questioned, a sentimental look on his face that Angie had never seen on him before.  Then, he blinked and it was gone.  He scratched his neck and started to explain.  "We were in the middle of the battle with the Lost Boys.  I called out to warn you all about the dreamshade on their arrows.  It was about five minutes later when you had fought your way to Pan.  Before you could do anything, the lead Lost Boy, Felix, chucked a rock at you.  All of us except Emma, who was distracted, called out to warn you, but you fell unconscious before you could heed our warning.  David was the closest, so he carried you all the way back."
	"What about Pan?"
	"Got away.  The boy wasn't there.  He must have been moved before we arrived."
	Angie sighed with annoyance.  "Continue."
	Hook took a swig of rum before continuing.  "Emma finally got the map to work.  It will lead us to Henry, as Pan promised.  The others left to go find the camp a few hours ago.  Someone needed to stay behind with you, so I volunteered.  We took a majority vote and I was allowed to stay."
	Angie chuckled as she felt the wound on the side of her head.  It didn't seem terribly deep.  She could feel her magic doing its best to heal it up.  Her head was almost completely clear, which was good.  She suspected that she'd be up and moving soon.  "David agreed to that?"
	"I said it was a majority vote.  But once I reminded him that I knew the dangers of this island better than anyone else, he relented."
	Angie gave him a small smile.  "Thank you."
	Hook smiled in return.  Before he could respond, the group emerged from the bushes.  Angie barely had time to process their return as David sprinted towards her, pulling her body into his arms.  Angie giggled and patted her brother's back.  "Davie, I'm okay."
	David released his death grip a little bit.  "I know....you just scared me."
	"I formally apologize for a Lost Boy hitting me in the head with a rock.  I promise that next time, I'll try to make a funny face when I fall to the ground."
	David slapped her on the arm, causing Angie to crack up.  Mary Margaret, Emma, and Regina emerged from the woods behind David.  Angie scanned their faces, which all looked sad.  "What happened?  Did you find Pan?"
	"If we had found Pan, Henry would be with us right now," Regina scoffed.  "No.  The bastard moved camp the second we got close."  Angie winced as Regina turned to her companions.  "I told you walking was idiotic.  If I can just use some magic, we can materialize in the camp and grab Henry."