Present day- Storybrooke

"What do you want from me?"
He sneered and grabbed one of the cage's bars.
"I want the same thing you once wanted, dearie. I wanna succeed where you failed. I'm going back!
- You want your son back.
- Exactly, dear. I want my son you killed, and I want Belle. As this damn author was unable to do what he had to, I'll have to take care of my happy ending by myself.
- Why would you need me for that?
- You know why Aurora's baby didn't fit, don't you?
- Of course I do. Because his mother hadn't enough darkness in her. Snow killed Cora and betrayed Maleficent, so her heart wasn't pure anymore."
He turned round her, this insane light back in his eyes.
"That's where you're needed. Your baby..." he put his hand in the cage to touch her belly, but she pushed him away.
"Will do nicely."
With a strange smile, once more he put his arm in the jail to catch her chin.

"And so will your heart and brain.
- But… Why taking the risk of keeping me here and being discovered before the birth, when you could simply have waited for it to be born?"
He laughed.
" Where would be the fun, then?"
He came closer, his nose almost touching hers.

"Besides, there's something else I need to collect… Regina's courage."


- Regina felt powerless. Her last meeting with her sister had left her filled with bitter feelings, making her wonder if she really wanted her last relative to be her worst enemy. Actually, she felt sorry for her sister. Her life was such crap, and she wasn't able to see through her creepy childhood.

Robin saw she was feeling sad, and grabbed her hand.
"What are you thinking about? Still… your sister?"
She nodded. That past week, she couldn't help it, she was always thinking about her. What if she could redeem herself and there wasn't anyone to leave her a chance?

- I think… I should go see her."
He looked at her in a sorry way, as if she was about to make a huge mistake.
" She's gotta hurt you, you know?
- I don't think so. She didn't, last time.
- She's not a good person. You can't change her, Regina.
- I'll still try."
She let go his hand, and went straight to the cell. She stopped in front of the door for a while, took a deep breath, and opened it. Her gaze embraced the room, empty of any human being.
"What kind of trick is that? She muttered, then she suddenly saw it.
On the floor was her sister's necklace, the clover that never left her neck even if it was now useless. She crouched and picked it up.
"Where the hell have you been, sis?"


Zelena sat down in the dark, silent. Rumple was gone, and she was there, all alone. Her hand covered the bare ground, feeling the earth underneath. Suddenly, something hurt her finger. An old rusty nail, twisted and dirty. She thanked fate for being vaccinated against tetanus (yeah, they did that too in Oz) and was about to forget it, when she realized it might be useful. She released it from the ground, and went to the locker which gave up almost too easily. She opened the trapdoor, and got out, shivering with cold