The group sat around in silence with no one making eye contact. The sounds came from the wind howling outside and Ruby's gum occasionally smacking as she chewed on it.

"I'm going downstairs." Snow said firmly as she stood up.

"What? Why?!" Charming asked with concern.

"We need to at least try to get out of here." She said it so calmly and with enough conviction that for once in a very long time nobody argued with her. She nodded more to herself than the group. She had just barely left the room when she heard the tell tale sound of boots behind her. She knew without looking that it was her husband. She smiled to herself, silently thankful for the company.

Snow held her chin up as she went down the stairs, passing each floor without even a glance down the hallways. Charming followed suit.

They made it to the main floor and just like before it was empty, quiet and in desperate need of a dusting.

"You know, this is almost exactly how I pictured Rumplestiltskin's castle before I saw it." Charming said with a slight laugh. "All that's missing is his massive collection of stolen artifacts."

"He deals. He doesn't steal," Snow said.

"Same difference with him," muttered Charming.

Snow pushed on the front doors only to find they wouldn't budge. She pushed again this time a little harder. It was an old building after all, they could've just been stuck. Then she really put her weight into and with the most force she could muster she slammed her shoulder into the doors while twisting the handle.

Charming gently pushed her out of the way and did the same thing she had just done. Then twice. Then a third time but this time he groaned as he backed away from the door and rubbed his shoulder.

"Door's locked by the way." Snow and Charming both whipped around to find the source of the mysterious voice.

A woman was standing behind the front desk half-heartedly flipping through a magazine with a bored expression on her face. She didn't even look up as the couple approached her.

"Who are you?" Charming asked, his sore shoulder all but forgotten as his hand reached for his nonexistent sword out of habit. He desperately wished he had it, even if it wouldn't do much good against ghosts.

"Name's Zelena. I work here." She flipped another page in the magazine.

"Why are the doors locked?" Snow asked.

"Huge storm is brewing outside. The boss man told me to lock everything up tight until it passes."

Snow groaned and started back up the stairs.

"Fantastic."

Charming quickly said thanks to the strange woman who nodded in response but kept her gaze on the magazine then followed his wife upstairs.

Later that night everyone was asleep, or trying to sleep, in Gold and Belle's room. Everyone had agreed that they were safer together. The wind was much louder outside than it had been earlier. It slammed against the window making it rattle in it's frame. The whole building seemed to groan and creak with each gust.

Emma was laying on a pile of blankets on the floor at the foot of the bed. She tossed and turned trying to find a comfortable position. But the floor was hard and smelled a little musty. She flipped over on to her back with a sigh. She watched the ceiling fan slowly circle around. She had been watching it for a good while when she heard creaking from the floor above. Footsteps.

Instead of being afraid she got up and walked out of the room like it was no big deal. She wanted to see who was pacing around above them.

She made her way upstairs and found the door to the room above them. The door was slightly ajar already so she nudged it, holding her flashlight up she edged into the room. It was empty.

"Shit." She muttered, as she slowly stepped further into the room. The light from the flashlight passed over furniture that looked untouched. She lowered it a little. She turned to walk out when something grabbed her ankle. She barely had time to shine her light on a grisly looking arm reaching out from under the bed when it yanked on her ankle and she hit the floor.

Her head smacked the floor hard enough she saw spots as the thing started to pull her under the bed. She desperately scrambled for something to grab onto but her fingers only found the bed covers. Her fingers slipped off the covers and she was almost completely pulled into the pitch black under the bed when a hand grabbed hers and pulled hard. The thing pulled back but the person gave an almighty tug and she was flung out from the darkness. She scrambled away from the bed towards the abandoned flashlight. She grasped it with both hands and turned to see who it was that had saved her.

"Neal?!" She yelled. He had his hand shielding his eyes from the light but she knew it was him. Everything about him was familiar. From the slightly messy curly hair to the well worn hoodie he had worn so often when they were together.

"Hey Emma," he smiled at her as he lowered his hand a little. She moved the light down away from his eyes. She just had time to stand up and face him eye to eye when he was flung to the ground. Emma watched in horror as he started to slide under the bed.

"No!" She lunged for his hand, like he had done for her. She grabbed his hand. Whatever was under the bed started to pull harder and Emma started to slide with Neal. His hand started to slip out of her grip. She grabbed it with both hands.

"Don't let go!" Neal said. He locked eyes with her as she tried to brace herself against the bed frame.

"Emma! C'mon pull me out!" His hand slid a little more so she grabbed his wrist with one hand and planted her feet. She pulled as hard as she could be he didn't move.

"C'mon Emma, don't you love me anymore?!"

The question took Emma by such surprise that she loosened her grip enough that Neal's hand completely slid from her grip and he disappeared under the bed with a scream.

"Neal!" Emma grabbed her flashlight and shined it under the bed but the darkness was so thick the flashlight couldn't penetrate it.

"Neal?" This time it was softer. Emma couldn't stop her eyes from tearing up. She fought against letting the tears flow but it was too late. Her lower lip trembled a little. He was gone. Again. She wiped at the unwanted tears.

Just then there was a sickening wet noise, then something warm and wet that wasn't tears splattered against Emma's face and arms. She froze and closed her eyes.

When she opened them she was lying on the floor in Gold's room again. The ceiling fan was still slowly turning above her. She brought a hand up to her face. It was clean. No blood. She turned her head. Regina was curled up on a pile of blankets a few feet away. She could just make out the outline of Whale in the corner and she was pretty sure that was where the gentle snoring was coming from as well.

She let out a sigh of relief and took a moment to clear her head. It was only a dream. Only a terrible, terrible dream. She rolled to her side and closed her eyes. Then the footsteps started again. Her eyes snapped open. She pushed the blanket off and walked out of the door without an ounce of fear.