Visiting hours were starting up again and Alana walked back into Margie's room. In her hand she held her guitar. She spent a lot of time as her cursed-self practicing instruments like the violin and piano. Margie looked shocked to see the guitar in her hands. Alana sat at the end of her bed.

"What is that?" Belle asked nervously.

"…A guitar."

"What are you going to do with it?"

Alana rolled her eyes. "I'm going to play a song with it, of course."

Margie ripped the guitar from Alana's grip. "You're going to sing to me aren't you?!"

"Wait…hold on—" Alana reached for her guitar but Margie moved it farther away from her.

"You're going to do something bad to me just like everyone else!"

Alana stood from her bedspread. "Why are you suddenly freaking out over a little bit of music? Did someone tell you something?"

Margie fell silent.

"It was Gold, wasn't it? What did he tell you?"

Again, she didn't speak.

"Honestly, Margie, who would you rather trust? Some man you makes you crazy or a friend who's there to support you? I'm just trying to make you feel…better. That way you'll be out of this crappy hospital sooner."

Margie looked at her sadly. She was right. She didn't exactly know why she believed the man who kissed her…who healed her wounds with just a wave of his hand. "Alana, I'm sor-"

But she couldn't finish her apology. Something caught her throat. It was then that she saw Alana's eyes glowing. A light blue orb traveled out of Margie's mouth and into the golden shell that hung around Alana's neck. Margie tried speaking to her…but she couldn't.

"There's no use of screaming," Alana said.

She left Margie there. She had to hurry. The effects of her voice were only temporary. Alana had to make a quick visit to Rumpel's shop.


"Ariel! Time for dinner!" Grimsby called.

Ariel rushed down the spiral staircase. It was her last night before the spell would be broken. They had dinners every night—just her and prince Eric. She wasn't the talkative type, obviously. However she saw something in his eyes. She was sure she would kiss him. That was…until she spotted Eric standing with another woman. She had never seen her before…

Her arms were wrapped round Eric's. He seemed to be in a daze.

"Would you like some dinner, Madam?" asked Grimsby.

Ariel didn't want to say anything…even if she could. She shook her head no.

"No? Why not?" Asked Grimsby.

Ariel left the home swiftly. She wanted to run away and forget about all of this. Her heart was broken. But she was captured instead. Two guards grabbed Ariel's arms and tugged her away. She tried wiggling out of their grip.

One of the guards instructed: "You are sentenced to prison in order by the queen."

Ariel's heart pounded more and more, this time with fear. She was afraid of what the queen had in store for her.