Charming isn't sure he wants to touch that with a ten foot pole. He feels for Graham, he really does, but the last time he kissed Snow when she couldn't remember who he was, he'd wound up sucker-punched in the face for it, having learned a valuable lesson about not presuming true love's kiss would solve things so handily. "Maybe we need to bring her somewhere, or to someone," he says, still unsure as to who that could be.

He shakes his head, sympathy written all over his face. "I'm sorry that she can't remember."