Regina watched from her window as the star shot through the sky towards the earth. Hardly breathing, she turned away and burst through the door of the bedroom.

"Mal, Zelena wake up! Wake up now!"

The blonde and the redhead blinked blearily at the sound of Regina's voice.

"What is it?" Zelena yawned.

"A star has fallen," Regina said, barely able to contain her excitement. It took but a moment for the information to sink in as both Zelena and Mal scrambled from the bed, all thoughts of sleep forgotten.

Regina strode across the room and threw open the cupboard, squinting around in the dim lighting. "Where are the babylon candles?"

"You used the last one 200 years ago," Mal reminded her as she and Zelena joined Regina in front of the cupboard.

Regina exhaled in exasperation as she realized that the task of getting her hands on the star had just become more difficult.

"Perhaps we could obtain another," Zelena suggested airily.

"You speak as if that was easy," Regina scoffed, "as if one was freely available."

"I merely thought—"

"That'd we'd waste our time searching for a babylon candle while some other witch finds our star," Regina finished, shaking her head at her sister's foolishness. "We don't have time to waste. If we must retrieve on foot, then we shall."

Regina turned her gaze to the cages of animals lining the opposite wall. "Mal, we need information."

Mal nodded, eyes skimming the cages, stopping on a ferret. With a swish of her wrist and a puff of smoke, the ferret was transported to the table in front of Mal who promptly slid a knife down the ferret's middle. The three sisters narrowed their eyes at the mess of blood and innards, carefully considering the sight.

"If these divinations are correct," Regina said looking between her sisters, "our star lies 100 miles aways.

"Four centuries we've waited for this," Zelena said with a small smile, "what's a few more days?"

"Then which of us shall journey to find it and bring it back?" Mal asked as the sisters closed their eyes, fingers searched through the mess of entrails.

Not wanting to take her chances, Regina sneakily slit her eyes open as she poked through the entrails, ensuring that she would get the heart. Almost immediately, she found it and snatched it up, swiftly closing her eyes once more as she, Mal, and Zelena withdrew their hands from the bloody mess, each clutching an organ.

"I've his kidney," Mal said.

"I've his liver," Zelena said.

"And I've his heart," Regina smiled smugly.

"I suppose you'll be needing what's left of the last star," Zelena all but growled, clearly disappointed that Regina had 'won'.

Mal pulled forth a box, opening it with as wave of her hand, basking the sisters in a soft light coming from within. Regina pulled the box towards her and frowned at the small glowing orb nestled inside. "There's not much left."

"It matters not," Mal glanced at Regina, "soon there will be plenty for all of us."

Regina captured the small orb in her fist and moved to stand in front of the full length mirror. She snatched the ragged wig from her head and ran her eyes over her decrepit reflection, hating every wrinkle and liver spot but reveling in the fact that they would soon be gone.

She swallowed the small bit of star in hand and watched in triumph as her body transformed before her eyes: the wisps of gray hair were quickly replaced with long dark locks that cascaded down her back as the wrinkles disappeared, leaving her skin smooth and glowing.

Regina smiled at her reflection, turning to smirk at her sisters who still looked the parts of the decrepit hags. Mal rolled her eyes in disgust at the vain display while Zelena sulked enviously. Regina gloried in their jealousy, smirking as she slipped out of her dress and began admiring her youthful appearance.

"Now who's wasting time," Zelena muttered, scoffing at her sister's vanity.

"Zelena's right," Mal said dryly, "C'mon Regina, you've got a journey ahead of you—best get your self ready."


A hundred miles from the witches, the star was waking up, not pleased in the least to find herself so far from home. She shifted herself into a sitting position, grimacing in pain and looked about at her surroundings. She frowned at the pendant lying about a foot away from her but reached for it all the same, weighing it carefully in her hands.

The star considered the pendant for another moment before clasping the heavy gold chain around her neck. She clutched the pendant's colorless jewel, taking some sort of comfort in it. Sighing dejectedly, her eyes flitted about her surroundings once more. How was she ever to get home?