The feeling among the people of Storybrooke was that there was no way to save Emma now, they were defeated.

Jessie slept peacefully in Emma's room in the apartment. The initial relief of finding her had worn of quickly as reality set in. Mary-Margaret was the first speak as she, David, Killian, Henry and Regina surrounded Jessie.

"So I guess were back to square one," Mary-Margaret sighed.

"We were never passed square one," Regina replied, crossing her arms across her chest.

"But we had hope," Mary-Margaret returned.

"And we still do," David said in a futile attempt to lift the mood.

"Aye," Killian agreed. He knew that Jessie's part in saving Emma was not over.

...

It did not matter who had the girl. She would not be woken without True Love's kiss and one so young was unlikely to have such a thing.

She would realise this soon enough and the pathetic fighting would be over and the Dark One would take control once and for all.

...

Many of the townspeople were gathered in Granny's small diner, eager to here what Regina had to say to life their spirits. She had been tasked with saving the town and saving Emma so it was her responsibility to fix this mess.

Regina opened the door to Granny's and stepped inside. Immediately all eyes fell on her. Robin offered her an encouraging smile from where he stood at the back of the diner. She let the door close behind her before clearing her throat and beginning.

"I know things could have handled differently, but this is not over. Emma is fighting the Darkness, we've been assured of that," her eyes flicked to Killian briefly then back to the crowd, "you've all seen the Saviour's power. She is the product of True Love, her magic is pure. She wont be defeated as easily as we believe she will."

Belle, who sat near the jukebox, zoned out of Regina's speech at the mention of True Love. She been reading about it and it's power for the past few days. Initially, she'd wondered about Jessie's power since her mother was a product of True Love and she herself was surely a product of True Love. If Killian wasn't Emma's True Love, Belle wasn't sure she believed it was real.

"We have Belle searching every book in the library, we have Killian trying help Emma fight the Darkness and I am searching every spell book I own. We will find a solution and it will be found sooner rather than later," Regina continued. The people were not impressed.

"Why haven't you found one already."

"The Dark One isn't going to wait forever."

"We need more that just a reformed Evil Queen, a servant girl and an alcoholic pirate looking for the answer."

"You're not doing enough!"

"Hey!" Killian roared at crowd, all eyes turned on him, "I don't see any of you lot looking for a way to defeat the bloody Darkness. You're all too scared. This is Emma we're talking about, you're acting like she's the Crocodile."

The crowd was simply stunned at his outburst.

"Yeah, I bloody thought so," Killian nodded and pushed his way out of Granny's and out into the street.

...

In her dreams, Jessie was ill. She'd caught the flu from Daniel while they were at school so she'd been forced to stay home for a couple of days. Liam was always there to take care of her when she needed it.

***Henry had gone out, Emma was at work and Killian was dealing with business on the Jolly Roger which meant that Liam had been asked to watch Jessie after he finished. He didn't mind much he just hoped that he didn't catch what she had.

Jessie lay on the sofa while Liam heated chicken soup for her in the kitchen. Mom had asked him not to use magic in the house as much as possible but he broke the rules now and again when she wasn't around. He extended his index finger and pointed it at the stove. A small ball of fire shot from his fingertip and lit the stove. He smiled.

Once the soup was done he carried it through to his sister. She was currently feeling extremely cold and was wrapped up tightly in a blanket to preserve heat. So, it was Liam's job to feed her the soup.

Jessie slurped spoonful after spoonful of the chicken soup that Liam fed her until she had finally had enough. Liam set the bowl down and sat at the end of the sofa, near Jessie's feet. He laid a hand on her leg and allowed his palm to grow warm, making Jessie warm up as a result.

He made sure not to let Jessie get too hot but just warm enough that she stopped shivering so that she could fall asleep and get some much needed rest.***

...

Killian sat in the chair next to Jessie's bed. He leaned forward in his hair so that his elbows were perched on his knees. His hand clutched his hook in front of him and he hung his head, allowing a few locks of hair to fall out of place.

Mary-Margaret stood at the doorway to Emma's room, watching. She was so proud of Killian for the way he stood up for Emma and Regina in front of almost the entire town. She wanted to take away his pain. He'd spent so long fighting for Emma to win her heart and their time together was cut short, it wasn't fair.

"Killian?" Mary-Margaret asked, stepping into the room.

"Yes?" he asked, lifting his head. Mary-Margaret immediately noticed this red-rimmed eyes.

"Thankyou for standing up for Emma in the diner," she told him, walking closer to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"They speak like she's the enemy, it's not right," he replied.

"I know it's a silly question, but how are you doing?" Mary-Margaret questioned.

"Me?" he asked, stunned, "I'm just tired. Tired of the obstacles at every turn."

"I know how that feels," Mary-Margaret sighed, "but I don't know why, but I have a feeling that things can only get better from this point."

"Aye, I hope you're right," Killian sighed, nodding his head in agreement.

...

The boy had watched from the corner as the people steadily became angrier. He watched the Mayor's attempts at trying to raise spirits and he watched the pirate's noble speech.

Then he fled.