Morticia and Gomez were horrified! "Wherever did you find something so repulsive?" Morticia despised fairytales. Pushing innocent witches into hot ovens, slaying poor, beautiful dargons... the whole thing was disgusting!

"Have we taught you nothing?" Gomez was equally as repulsed as his wife.

"We didn't purchase this." Wednesday expalined.

"We found it." said Pugsley as he set the ghastly book with the title... "Once Upon a Time" written on the cover.

"Blah!" Pubert fake gagged. Even he, at such a young age hated the stories.

"I don't understand. Why would this be in our house?" Morticia pondered aloud.

"I have no idea..." Puglsey sighed.

"Let me see that." Gomez nodded as a gesture of thanks when Thing appeared out of nowhere and handed him the book.

"Wait!" Morticia now had an idea of why this would be there. And this was a secret she wanted to keep burried.

"Is everything alright, querida?" Gomez asked.

"I don't know if we should open that." Morticia said, nonchalantly.

"Why not?" Pugsley intervened and ended up taking the book from his father and opening it for himself. "Wow." Pugsley was in shock.

"What is it?" Wednesday asked.

Pugsley handed the book to his sister, whom after one glance, handed off the book to Gomez. A look of shock came across his face.

"What is it?" Morticia asked, fearing the worst.

Gomez could not believe his eyes. "Cara mia... it's you."

Storybrooke: Present Day...

Regina sat in her living room, as her family tried not to show how disgusted they were with what she had done to the poor girl. But Regina knew. She knew what she had done was inhuman, completely immoral, semented, sick, twisted... wrong. "I know." Regina sighed. "But what I don't know is why Henry wrote about this."

The family looked at Henry. "Don't look at me!" Henry put up his hands defensivley. "Why don't I call grandma and grandpa?" He asked.

"Good idea, kid." Emma gestured for him to go into the kitchen and make the call.

Less than twenty minutes later, Snow, David, Neil, Hook and Belle arrived.

"Hey." Emma greeted them.

"Hello, love." Hook kissed her. "So, why are we here?"

Regina then took a while to catch them up, Henry showed them the illustrations and Regina gave her family members yet another moment of silence to be disgusted.

"I'm sure she doesn't want revenge, Regina. Not after all these years." Snow said.

"How do you know?" An anxious Regina asked.

"Mom, I know a lot of awful things happen to us, but not this many at once. The Evil Queen's back, and that's what we have to deal with." Henry told her.

"You're right, Henry." Regina sighed. "Alright, we have bigger things to worry abiut right now." Then, she and the family began to contemplate how to deal with the queen.

Storybrooke... Some Time Ago:

Regina sat with the young child in her office, ready for the seonce. "You know what to do?" She asked.

The girl nodded. "I've done this before." She added solemnly.

"Alright, start." Regina ordered.

"I can't."

"What?" Regina became very angry.

"If you want this to work, you're going to have to let me give the orders." Morticia explained. "Now, simce we're already sitting around your coffe table, we need to hold hands."

Regina took both of Morticia's hands, so as to make a circular shape. "Now what?" The impatient mayor asked.

"Close your eyes." They both did so. "Sing oh, spirits. Parkon all souls. On this date, we throw ourselves on your mercy. So that you may bring your presence upon this earth. O clemens spiritus nunc in auxilium, non in inferno vilis hoc ipso optimum tenebris et devorabit atrati!" Morticia then opened her eyes.

Just then, a hole, a black hole appeared in the ceiling and ghosts, evil, demented looking creatures poured out. "What the hell is going on?" Regina screamed. She then broke the circle. The demons descended upon Regina, ready to feast upon the woman's soul. Regina then used her dark magic to fight back.

In the midst of all of this, Morticia escaped. She ran out of the home and all of the way to a pawn shop, belonging to a man by the name of Mr. Gold. She ran into th shop, panting. "Excuse me?" The smart girl asked who she assumed was Mr. Gold.

"Who are you?" Asked the man.

"I'm Morticia." She said. "Can you tell me how to get out of here?"

"For a price." He responded.

"I'll give you anything you want." Morticia had never been so desperate inher short, short life.

"You're word." Mr. Gold said. He decided to elaborate when he noticed the confusion in the child's eyes. "You're word that when you do leave, should you ever return, if I ask you for something, and only one thing, you must do it."

"Or?" Morticia asked.

"Or there will be hell to pay."

"Deal!" Morticia agreed. "Now, how do I get out?"

Mr. Gold handed her a black potion bottle. "Drink this. Wish for one thing. And it will come true."

Morticia gladly drank the potion and was immideatley transported back to her bedroom.

New York City... Some Time Ago:

It was as if she had neverr left, except it said December 5th on the calender. Meaning she was gone for days, just like she had remembered. For an ínstant, she pondered the thought of this entire occurance being a dream. But then she looked down at her bruises, which would heal in time, and realized this was no dream. She then felt sick to her stomach and worried what the man would ask her to do. But she would never come back. She didn't even know where the place was.

She then realized that she could never tell anyone, no one would beilieve her. And even if they did, she did not want to see anyone get hurt. She barely knew what those people were capable of. And she did not want to find out.

Just then, her father, Charles walked in. "Morticia!" Delighted, he scooped her up and hugged her. He suddendly became worried. "What happened? Where did you go?"

"I was..." Morticia didn't even know where to begin. "Well, I was at the playground with my new friend. I don't like playgrounds but they made me go. And I hurt myself on the swings. So she tried to, take me home but we walked farther thna we realized and got lost." She knew it was a b.s. story. A terrible lie that her father would probably never beilieve.

"How did you get home?" Morticia was shocked that they were actually rolling with this story. "We found our way here and no one was home. So she called her parents and she went home." There were so many holes in the child's story. But for five, she was extremely smart, and very well-versed with her language.

"Well, the important thing is, you're safe now!" He kissed her cheek. "I'll tell Máma and Ophelia you're home! They'll be so happy!" He then ran downstairs to give the family the good news.

Meanwhile, his daughter sat on her bed and listened to the sound of her own breathing. And that put her right to sleep.