Emma was in a panic. What if Regina took Mary Margaret? She would kill her for sure. She would steal her heart and crush it into dust without a second thought. Emma ran back to Henry to tell him the news.

"Henry! Mary Margaret's gone!" She shouted.

"What happened to her?" he asked curiously.

Emma didn't want to tell Henry that his mother had taken her before she knew what happened for sure. She didn't want Henry to think is mother is some evil, heartless woman, even though Emma believed that those words describe Regina quite well.

"I don't know. But I'm gonna look for her. She couldn't have gotten far."

"I'll come with you!"

"No! Take your bike to the station and get David. Tell him what's going on. I'll be back later."

Emma charged out the door and got in her car. She knew that there was only one place where Mary Margaret could be. Regina's house.

Regina was trying to relax. She had so many things going through her head. The last few days had turned her world upside down. She had finally been reunited with her mother only to have her ripped away from the earth by that woman. The woman who had made Regina's life miserable and ruined her chance at true love and a good life.

Snow White. Her name was like a plauge on Regina's life. The only thing Regina truly wanted at the moment was to hold Snow's heart in her hand and crush it until it became nothing more than dust blowing in the wind. Her pure red heart.

Oh, wait. Snow's heart would have a black spot from the black magic that she used to kill Cora. Regina would make her stare into that black spot before she crushed the heart. Make it the last thing Snow would ever see.

That's when the doorbell rang. Regina quickly peered out the window to see who would possibly want to visit her and was delighted by the person she saw.

Snow White. Broken. Vulnerable.

Four days had passed since Carol was reunited with her old group. They had entered Maine a few hours ago. It was cold there. Their plan seemed to be working though. There were less walkers up there. The cold air ravaged the walker's bodies and made some unable to move.

Carol awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of a walker. It's moan was broken as if it was struggling. She decided to go find it and put it out of it's misery. She looked over at where her group slept. Andrew, Mika, Tyreese. Where was Lizzie? Carol started to get worried. She grabbed her hunting knife and jogged to where the moans came from.

She came to a small clearing in the woods and saw a walker laying on the ground with a young girl sitting next to him.

"Lizzie?"

The girl looked up and started looking worried. It was Lizzie. Carol ran over to her.

"What are you doing out here? Get away from him! He's dangerous!"

Lizzie stood up and backed away from the walker.

"No, no, no it's not what you think! I'm helping him!"

"The only thing your doing is endangering yourself! You need to think, Lizzie!"

"I am thinking! He can barely move! He's frostbitten and I thought I could help him! He's my friend! I have to help him!"

"I thought you were done with this! They are not people, Lizzie! They want to kill you!"

"Yes, they are! They all had a life before this! They don't deserve what we do to them! How would you like it if you turned and I killed you!? What if I killed you!? TELL ME, WHAT IF I KILLED YOU!?"

Carol was terrified. Lizzie wasn't right. She wasn't stable. Carol had to get Lizzie somewhere fast. Somewhere where they could all settle down away from the walkers and live together in peace. It would hopefully help Lizzie's state of mind.

"Okay. Lizzie, I want you to calm down. Just look at those flowers and count to three," Carol said slowly as she backed away.

Lizzie turned to the flowers to her right and relaxed her shoulders, "One...two...three..."

"Okay, okay, that's good. Now come follow me back to the camp and I'll tell you a story and you can get some rest," Carol pleaded slowly.

Lizzie's face lit up, "Oh! I have a story for you!"

Lizzie picked up a brown book next to her. It was a large book with gold letters on the front. The letters were written in a very fancy print. The letters spelled out the phrase, "Once Upon A Time"