Anna woke up to a vaguely familiar voice calling her name.

"Anna?"

"Mmm?" She tried answering. Her head was furiously pounding, making it hard to focus.

"How are you feeling?"

Instead of answering, Anna threw out her own question. "What happened?" She asked. Anna squinted in the light, still trying to figure out who she was talking to and where she was. She almost gasped when she realize the figure sitting at the edge of her bed. "What you are you doing here?" Frustration instantly shot through her as she recognized Devin smiling down on her, of all people!

His overbearing confidence bugged her. Nothing seemed to faze him. "To answer both of your questions," He began, "you hit my car. It has a small scratch on the…."

Suddenly, Anna's memory came back. She was hit by a car. It wasn't speeding or anything, but it was fast enough to knock her down and out. Her frustration only grew as she realized who the car belonged to. She shot up in bed, instantly wishing she hadn't. Her head was spinning. She grabbed her head to try to make it stop. "I was knocked unconscious and you're worried about your car?"

Devin seemed to ignore her. "Do you have good insurance? I need to get my car looked at, and I really don't have the money."

Anna glared at him. "You are truly unbelievable." She meant to say more, but he stopped her.

"Anna, calm down. I was only joking. Dr. Whale said you'll be fine."

For the first time, Anna saw sincerity in his eyes. She laid back and looked away from him, trying to think of something to say. As if on cue, Dr. Whale walked in.

"I thought I heard voices in here." He said. "How are you feeling?"

"A little woozy…and I have a headache," She shot a look at Devin, "but nothing I can't handle."

"I'm glad to hear it. On that note, as long as you take it easy for a few days, you should be fine. If your light-headedness doesn't cease after tonight, I would suggest coming back for a follow-up."

Anna nodded. "Duly noted."

"You're free to go as soon as your dizziness subsides. There's no rush, just take your time. If you need me, I'm only a page away." Dr. Whale smiled.

Anna returned the smile. "Thank you, Dr. Whale."

He nodded to the two and walked away.

000

"This way!" Lancelot yelled as he led them toward the stables. He met them on the other side of the servant's quarters. He was the most trusted guard at the palace. He quickly took to Anastasia as she did to him. Once they reached the stables, he handed a horse's reigns to Marie and took Anastasia onto his horse.

"Are you ready?" Lancelot called to Marie.

She nodded toward the guard and gave a reassuring smile to Anastasia. Anastasia looked back at the castle as they rode away, tears streaming down her face. Would she ever be able to come home again? Was her dad okay? Where was Lancelot taking them? Questions ran through her head. Questions she had no answers to.

Suddenly, a dark-hooded figure appeared from the darkness, summoning fire around them. Anastasia gasped, clinging to Lancelot. The horses began to panic, but Lancelot and her grandmother succeeded in keeping them calm.

"Did you really think you could escape so easily?" The man laughed his voice so full of hate.

"Do what you want with me, but let my granddaughter go. She's done you no harm." It was a plea with a hint of a threat.

The man smirked. "Oh, I know, dearie. But she did to a certain acquaintance of mine."

Lancelot pulled out his sword. "What are you talking about?"

The man pointed at Anastasia. "Well, you see, it's sort of a long story…the important part is that the young princess got in the middle of a horrid rivalry…I'm afraid I have no other choice than to fuel the fire, so to speak."

Lancelot leaped toward the man, who instantly threw something at him. Whatever it was, it made Lancelot freeze in thin air. "Nice try, dearie." The man said to Lancelot as he stretched his hands in one smooth motion. Maria and Lancelot instantly disappeared. The magic scared the horses into frenzy all over again. This time, they could not be calmed. Anastasia was bucked off. When the hooded man began walking toward Anastasia, she quickly backed away, fear gripping her every breath. She wanted to cry, but the tears wouldn't come.

"I'm sorry!" Anastasia cried. "Whatever I did, I'm so sorry!" She shook her head, still trying to back away as far she could. She could feel the heat from the fire surging around her. "I didn't mean to…."

"Oh, it's far too late for that, dearie." The man assured her, taking off his hood. Anastasia gasped as to whom was behind the hood. Rumplestiltskin? It had to be him. The stories she heard of his alligator like skin were true. A man taken by magic, evil consuming him. He thought of no one but himself. It didn't make any sense, though. What did he want with her?

"Please," Anastasia made one last plea, "don't kill me."

"Oh, don't worry," Regina smirked, "I'm not going to kill you. That would be far too harsh of me; you're just going to lose your memory."

"What?" Anastasia cried, trying to get a hold of her fear. Her father's thoughts instantly rang through her mind: "Remember that there is no need to hide from fear, as long as you learn to use it to your advantage."

"I demand that you tell me why you're here!" Anastasia ordered. They were both surprised as to the fire she found within herself.

Rumplestiltskin looked impressed. "And why should I listen to you?"

"Because, it won't matter anyway, if what you're saying is true. I'm about to forget everything. What harm can it do if you tell me?"

"A last request, is it? Fine." Rumplestiltskin agreed. "It's Regina…she partly blames you for Daniel's death."

"Death?" Anastasia echoed.

"Yes," Rumplestiltskin was getting impatient now, "now please, don't take this personally. It's business."

The last thing Anastasia saw right before all went blank was the fire disappearing as Rumplestiltskin calmly walked away.