Underbrooke, Underworld:

Walking around in her new velvet skin outfit, Cruella was roaming the now happily owned land of hers. She pranced towards the docks of the town and looked out with a solemnly sad face, lamenting her dearly departed lover.

"Oh, James." She pulled out a dark colored apple. "How I miss you so dearly, darling." Cruella whisked the apple into the River of Lost Souls, watching the apple dissolve into the deathly waters. Cruella hoped that James would be able to find her symbol of love.

As Cruella turned around, with her head down. She looked up and saw the handsome man she had seen earlier. "Why darling, what a surprise?" She smirked, slightly biting her lip.

"I am here to take back this kingdom," Arthur demanded.

Cruella laughed. "How amusing, a dastardly king, who trick his wife into staying with him-wants to 'save' this town." She mocked, her lips puckering like a child and her eyes becoming puppy-like.

"How'd you know about my time in the living?" Arthur demanded.

"Please, darling. Anything, that's anything makes it down here. Your one of the hot gossips around here now." She explained. "Now, where's that sexy pirate friend of yours anyways?" She asked, slightly sighing with the thought of the two handsome men working together.

"He has moved on," Arthur explained. "Now, I must take this land as the new king."

Cruella only laughed. She then moved in closely to the old king of Camelot and touched his face with both of her gloved covered hands-deeply, looking into his eyes. "I will not let you take my chance at happiness, even if I have to destroy you down here."

"Then I guess that's what must be done-witch."

Cruella growled at the man and then headed off on her way towards the town she was trying to corrupt as her own.

"Such a nasty bi-I mean witch she is." A woman's voice whimpered.

Arthur twirled in a circle, only to not see a thing. "Whose there?" He demanded.

A woman came walking from behind one the huge crates. She sported a white bob-cut and was in a long black and white aligned dress, with red beads designed around it. She curtsied to Arthur and gave a smile. "Sorry to startle you, my names Periwinkle." She introduced.

Arthur was taken back by how beautiful the woman was, yet she had such a soft toned voice, that you could barely hear.

"Nice to meet you, malady, I'm Arthur." He bowed within such an honorable stance.

"From Camelot, right?" She asked.

He nodded to her. He then looked out to the river of lost souls. "Why was she here by the waters of all these souls?" He asked.

Periwinkle sighed heavily and then walked next to him, looking at all the lost souls swimming around in agony. "She lost an actual true love of herself."

Arthur turned his attention to the young lady. "Really? That foul mouthed lady had a love?" He asked, not believing what he heard.

"As a matter of fact, she had two before. One from the living and one in the dead; she left the first one and the second died in this very river..." Periwinkle explained. "Not that he was liked by many, he was such a foul sheriff himself..."

"What was his name, if I may ask?" He asked.

"Prince James, the twin brother to the gallant Prince Charming."

Arthur turned back to the river and then back to Periwinkle. "You wouldn't happen to know how one might be able to kill a person already dead?" He asked.

"You're looking at it." She pointed to the river. "Unless..." She stopped.

"Unless what?" Arthur asked.

"Well, there is another way... but, it involves getting her unfinished business fulfilled."

Granny's Diner, Underbrooke:

Cruella stormed her way into Granny's Diner, making her way to the bar area. "Darling, get me something good. Something real good." She requested.

Out from behind the kitchen, the Blind Witch showed herself. She smelled the area delightfully as she sensed her friend. "Why, Cruella." She said in a soft, yet chillifying tone. She had an ever growing smile that showed her sharp teeth and her cloudy blue eyes moved around blindly, even going cross-eyed for a moment. "Would you like a special drink made with the breath of the living?" She asked.

"Will it knock me out?" Cruella asked, leaning back in her seat.

The Blind Witch cocked her head in confusion, holding both hands in the air delicately. "Hm. What is the matter, friend?" She asked.

"Nothing." She growled. "That nasty rat is back!" She snapped. "Don't I ever get a nice break for once."

"Why don't you just get him to take a swim in the river of lost souls?" She suggested, cleaning the counter off and placing a drink down in front of her friend.

Cruella chugged the drink and let out a slight burp. "Nonsense. He already knows about it. I'm not risking my own gorgeous self just to have him take a dip and dissolved in that wretched water."

"Why don't you find someone who knows him then." The witch suggested again.

Cruella's face sprung with an idea. "Brilliant! That's why I keep you around." She smiled. "Now, how can I find that loser's past companions." She thought.

"I might be able to assist you." A man offered, behind her.