The memories that clung to him were the same that had made him who he was, or at least suggested who he might be among the ruins of two lives he had lived. And yet it was impossible to not smile back at her when she smiled down at him so dazzling, all white teeth and red lipstick, bright eyes and honesty in what had to be shades of the woman he had known so long before. Whatever else was at play within this Nexus Hotel, he could not deny that he wanted her to keep smiling at him like that. No more than he could fail to realize that any world where he remembered who she had been to him was better than a world where he did not.

The Prince searched for a way home, but Graham was not sure he wanted to go anywhere that wasn't right then and there with her. Even if she remembered nothing of him but the man he'd been in Storybrooke.

"A sandwich might be good," he told her, leaping on the idea more for drawing out his time there while she was around than for any real recognition of hunger. "Whatever you'd think is good, Ruby."