New York City, present day…

Snow White stretched as she woke up in her queen sized pillow topped bed with satin sheets, a down comforter, and pillows that must have been made of clouds. She really must insist that she and David upgrade their bed.

She rolled over and looked at the clocked. 6:28 AM. Two minutes until the alarm goes off. She looked at the other bed in the hotel room and saw Henry cuddled under the sheets sound asleep.

Snow smiled. As much as she missed David and Emma, she was quite enjoying this time with her little Neal and grandson Henry. Seeing Henry with his first crush meant so much to her. She felt as if she was able to see what she'd missed with Emma in some strange way. Snow had no doubt that Violet would soon be Henry's first girlfriend. She had taken care to memorize the little moments between them to report back to Emma and David. Violet was a very nice girl and Snow was enjoying getting to know her.

The alarm began to sound. Snow reached over and turned it off. Neal began to cry, per usual, and she went to pick him up. As she soothed him, she walked to Henry's bed.

"Henry. Time to get up." He didn't move. "Henry. Come one. I told you that you shouldn't have stayed up so late." Still no reaction.

Snow went to pull the covers down to force Henry up, only to discover pillows. No Henry. She rushed to check the bathroom. Again, no Henry.

Neal had quieted down so she placed him back in the hotel crib, grabbed the key card from the dresser, and rushed across the hall and banged on the door.

"Hold on, hold on," mumbled a voice from inside the room. Violet's father opened the door. He was very groggy and rubbed his eyes. Snow and Henry were morning people. Violet and her father were definitely not morning people, always sleeping until the last possible moment to crawl out of bed.

When he saw who was at the door, he sneered. He adored Snow and Henry, but would have growled at the love of his life before 7 AM.

He put on his best 'I'm annoyed at you' smile. "This better be a matter of life and death because it is clearly too early for anything else."

Snow tried her best to remain calm to only some success. "Henry isn't in our room. Is he with Violet?"

"No. She's still asleep."

"Can I talk to her? See if she knows where he's gone?" Snow asked.

Violet's father rolled his eyes and went to wake Violet. Like Snow, he found an empty bed.

They agreed to quickly get dressed and go out searching.

As Snow was just finishing buttoning up her blouse, her phone chimed to indicate that she had just received a text message.

**Sorry Grandma. I had to go back to Storybrooke and I knew you wouldn't let me. I know I can help moms and Lucy. Violet's with me. Please tell her dad.**

Snow snapped her phone shut. Seriously? This was typical Henry. Typical teenage Henry no less too! She shouldn't be surprised but she was. She thought she'd made the events in Storybrooke seem boring and mundane to Henry so he'd be more likely to stay with her in New York City and out of harms way.

After rushing across the hallway to tell Violet's father where'd they gone, she quickly packed for the return to Storybrooke as she called David to tell him to be on the look out for Henry's arrival. After she hung up she paused a moment and hoped he'd understood what she was saying. She had put him on speaker phone as she rushed about. She'd barely remembered a word he'd said, only knowing she had a lot of information to tell him as quickly as possible.


Storybrooke…

David pulled the phone away from his ear to look at it after Snow hung up. What in the world had she said? Snow has spoken so quickly, not listening to him or answering his questions. She sounded far away at moments and he could barely hear a word she said while there were some moments it was almost as if she was shouting at him.

He made out something about Henry and Neal and violing. What was violing? The distressed sound of her voice was what really alerted him the gravity of whatever Snow was calling him about. Since whatever it was dealt with Henry, David called Emma as he headed out to find Regina.


"What you are asking is impossible!" Exclaimed Regina.

"It's not. You just have to trust me." Insisted Lucy.

Regina sat and put her face in her hands. They were at her mansion. Hyde may have taken over the Mayor's office building, but her home was still hers.

"How? I tried for years. Regina and the Evil Queen cannot coexist as one."

Lucy came to sit next to her, grabbing her hand. "That's because you never actually tried to find a balance between the two. You, Regina, were always trying to defeat and end the Evil Queen. Existence is not possible without both the light and the dark. Until you bring Regina AND the Evil Queen into this balance and find peace, all will be lost."

Regina stood up and walked toward the window, looking out as she crossed her arms. "The only thing I care about losing that I actually need to fight for is Henry. And fortunately Henry is a few hours away, safe in the land without magic."

Lucy walked up to Regina and held up and hand mirror.

"What is this? Beauty and the Beast?" Regina mocked.

"Just look." Lucy requested.

Regina looked at her reflection. Slowly her image began to swirl and Regina's eyes grew wide with absolute horror

Lucy put the mirror away. "That was the present. Are you ready to listen and try now?"

Regina was unable to make even a sound. She couldn't even move her lips. She just nodded her head.

"Then let's formulate a plan." Lucy said sitting back down and Regina joined her.

Henry and Violet had gotten off the bus three miles from the Storybrooke town line. They really hadn't developed much of a plan so they just enjoyed each other's company as they walked. They needed to really see what was happening before they would know exactly what to do. All Henry knew was that he would be able to help as the author. Henry was a little nervous as they neared the town line, but they were able to pass through with ease.

About half a mile after they crossed the town line Henry reached to hold Violet's hand. They had been laughing at the silly little jokes they were making. Just as Henry was about to make contact with Violet's hand, they both slumped to the ground and a cloud of dusty dirt spread out from around them.

The Evil Queen sauntered out from behind a large tree just off the road, a sinister grin across her lips. She walked up next to them, waved her hand, and the three of them disappeared.

They quickly reappeared in an underground cell that was so dank, you could hear water droplets even though it hadn't rained in almost two weeks.


Land of Untold Stories, present day…

Rumple walked back to the town square where a small fountain stood on a subsidiary street. He had spent the last two days collecting the rare ingredients he needed for a nonresident to return to their own realm.

He quickly mixed everything together and began to whisper the chant that would open the portal back to Storybrooke. He had come through a portal to he was the spell's final ingredient.

The cobblestone under Rumple's feet began to disintegrate and sucked him down as quick sand would. When he opened his eyes, Rumple found that he was standing at the Storybrooke well. As walked towards town he noticed a small plaque he'd never noticed before.

~A dream is a wish your heart makes, when you're fast sleep.~

He would wake Belle. He just had to. There was no other option. He squeezed Pandora's Box in one hand and the Atlantis Heart Stone in the other.