Rumpelstiltskin and Belle were still at the well. They were watching the purple smoke flow out of it and right into the town of Storybrooke.
"That's magic, isn't it?" Belle asked him.
"It is," Rumpelstiltskin confirmed.
"But why?" she asked. She looked up at him in confusion.
"Baelfire," he replied knowing she'd understand who that is to him.
"Your son?" she asked.
"He's in this world somewhere, Belle; I know it," he said, "and I have a desperate need to find him."
Belle nodded.
"I also need to help the others take Regina down once and for all," he replied.
Belle put her hand in his. "I'll help in anyway I can," she told him, "but I can't imagine how the others will feel when they find out that magic's back."
"We'll need magic to defeat her," Rumpelstiltskin replied.
"But doesn't she also have magic?" Belle asked.
"She does," he replied, "but I'm much stronger than her. She won't get away from us. She's the one who told me that you had committed suicide."
Belle looked up at him as her expression turned solemn. "I didn't," she told him. "I'm sorry you spent such a long time believing that."
"After she told me," he said, "I was consumed with finding Baelfire. At least then, I could have one of you."
"Now," Belle said in understanding, "you can have us both. I will love your son just as much as you do." She smiled at him.