So, who else is super excited for tonights' episode? This season has been really good, and I do intend on doing the land of untold stories eventually, though probably not anytime soon. By the way, I'm probably going to post an actually poll on my account page for the whole CaptainSwan/SwanFire decision. Would you guys be up to that? Currently, unless I get overwhelming response for the other side, I'm planning on SwanFire and maybe pairing Hook with Lily, but that's up to you guys. Let me know.

Outside Every Given Sundae

After I finished cleaning up I decided to go get some ice cream. I know it seems completely ridiculous but hear me out. I knew I would have to deal with Ingrid eventually, and I figure that now is better than later seeing as how later she will have magic. So I went ahead and decided to talk to her about ma, Elsa, and the Spell of Shattered Sight. It was surprisingly empty when I walk in so I decided I could talk freely. Ingrid started the conversation with her usual sales person routine, but I knew exactly what she was capable of.

"Ah, hello Mr. ... Cassidy? Is it?"

"Yes. I don't really get ice cream too often anymore, so I figured I'd treat myself after cleaning up the library."

"Well please, choose any. I have a large selection."

"As long as none of them will turn me into an ice sculpture I'm sure It'll be great."

"Ice sculpture? No, none of them will do that at the moment I'm afraid."

"Good, then that means you can't do anything when I try to talk you out of your crazy plan of tearing the town apart just to make Emma Swan and your niece into your sisters. I mean first off that's not how biology works."

"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you're talking about. Are you feeling alright?"

"I just wanted to go ahead and say what needed to be said seeing as how your plan will most likely end up with you dead and I have a much better solution."

"Now, what exactly are you insinuating?"

"I'm insinuating that you are going to fail. I can help you, please just listen to me."

"Speak fast and give me a good reason not to call Sheriff Graham."

"Ingrid, I know that you have a plan to make Emma and Elsa your sisters, but it won't work. They will find a way to stop you, and they will reject you because of how you do what you do. I know a way where you can get not only Emma and Elsa to accept you, but Anna as well as all of Arendelle."

"I'm listening."

"I need you to lay low and wait. I will come to you when it's time. Oh, and don't take Emma's memories, ok?"

"I think we have a deal"

"Great"

Outside Mr. Gold's Pawn Shop

Seeing as how my meeting with Ingrid went great, I figured it was time to find something. I had the quill on me when I was cursed, but now it's not here, and I would really like it back. I know, I know, I'm not going to change anything with it, it would just feel good to have it near. Besides, I don't even know if I'm the Author anymore, I think it's still Isaac, but it's also possible that there's two Authors now. The way I see it, I'll have to deal with Isaac eventually, and I'm just not sure whether he'll still be able to write that alternate world. I guess I'll just wait until the time comes and figure it out. Well, I guess I better go inside.

"Hello, Mr. Gold?" I called, I was kind of nervous to see him, even if he is my grandfather.

"One moment, I'm in the back." He walked out from the back of the shop, his usually stature about him. He seemed to be in a good mood, and since Emma's decided to stay in Storybrooke, the reason is probably because he remembers his old life, and his son. "Ah, Mr. Cassidy. What can I help you with?"

"I'm looking for an old antique quill" I said, "It belonged to my father and since you got possession of everything my family owned, I was wondering if it was here. I would know when I saw it, if you could show me where you keep items like that."

"Yes, I do believe I remember something like that. Let me see what I have." He went to the back and brought a box full of old quills. There were plenty of beautiful ones, and I longed for several of them, but I knew I only needed my quill.

Finally I saw it after rummaging through a bit, I picked it up and it glowed a blue light, the same light it had first displayed when I touched it years ago

"What was that?" Mr. Gold was suspicious, but I wasn't sure I believed it was the best choice to let him know that I know yet.

"What was what? I didn't see anything"

"Don't lie to me dearie, I can make things horrible for you if you do. How about an exchange, what that was, for the quill" he said, plucking said instrument out of my hand. I knew I shouldn't tell him, but I felt as if I needed the quill.

"Well first off, what do you know about the Curse that sent everyone here?" Start with the basics, I figure.

"Dearie, you should know exactly how much I know about that."

"Of course I do, Rumplestiltskin, but I just wanted to be sure. That quill is a powerful object that can only be used by those chosen by it. It's the quill of the Author."

"And you are this "Author"?"

"Well… I don't honestly know. Listen, just ignore the quill for now, and I'll let go on about your business and let no one, especially Regina, know that you know about the Curse."

"And how do you know about it? I was able to using the name of the Savior, but you… it shouldn't be possible for you to know"

"I don't quite know how I remember. I do know that it came back in fragments, and it hurts my brain just to try and think about either life, the old one or the cursed one. It's enough to drive anyone mad."

"My memory came all at once and I am fine.

"Yes, but you're the "all powerful" Dark One. Of course you'd be fine. Now if you excuse me, I should go home and get some sleep." I took the quill from his hand this time. "I get the feeling her majesty will not be happy with me seeing as how the clock is ticking. Not my fault, but I'll probably get blamed. Oh, by the way, thank you for letting me have the quill back, it's very important to me."

"Maybe we'll be able to business again sometime "Mr. Cassidy". After all, I want to know more about you, and you need a real home, not a cramped space over top of the library." I froze right in front of the door. The part of me that was Daniel wanted so badly to have his old home back, to feel like he could be closer to his parents again. I could hardly help myself.

"I'll think about it." I managed to get out as I walked out the door. I keep having difficulty discerning myself from Daniel these days. His desires kept becoming my own, but strangely, they all feel like things I've always wanted. But it also didn't help in trying to get my younger to love his mother. Daniel hates her with a burning passion, and it keeps leaking in to my own memory. I'll think of a happy memory, and then it will be tainted with his hate. I couldn't help it. It was torture.