Belle and Rumpelstiltskin watched as the purple cloud flowed out of the well.
Belle who was still in Rumpelstiltskin's arms turned in his arms to look up at him. "Is that what I think it is?" Belle asked him.
Rumpelstiltskin looked at her and then gave her a dashing smile. "What do you think it is?" he asked her.
Belle looked back down at the purple cloud. "Is that magic?" she asked when she looked back up at him.
Rumpelstiltskin smiled at her. "Yes, dearie," he said. "It is magic."
Belle had a look of horror on her face. "But you don't need magic," she told him. "The spell has broken."
"But I do," Rumpelstiltskin countered. He looked at the purple cloud. "Emma may have broken the spell and everyone now remembers their old lives, but round two is coming." He took her hand. "I'm going to be ready for round two."