"Are you sure you've read it yourself?" Gold looked at Trenton over his glasses, looking up from the text.
He was sitting at the Mayor's office and looking through the contracts Trenton had to put his signature on.
"Here, look." He ran a finger along the line. "Including" should be replaced by "namely," or at least "such as."
"Come on, that's the standard form." Trenton dismissed. "Everybody writes it like that."
"Well, if everybody does it then sign it." Gold nodded. "I just want to draw your attention to the fact that according to this contract you will be obliged to the contractor in any case, regardless of whether the work is completed or not. If the work cannot be completed for any reason, you will always be the one at fault." He made an amendment and went deeper into reading again. "And here there should be a comma".
"Are grammatical issues important too?" Trenton smiled.
"It's not a grammatical issue." He put in a comma and handed it to the Mayor. "Now read it again: first with a comma and then without."
"Indeed." he said thoughtfully. "How do you see all that?"
"Apparently, because I never wrote or signed "standard forms". Gold smiled. "Small details are very important, because any small detail in the contract is a loophole: either yours or not yours. It can be signed written like that. Anything else you need me to check?"
"A lot." His conversationalist turned his head, flexing his neck. "Would you like a break for coffee?"
"No, I don't." He looked at his watch. "Regina has already been alone with the children for half a day. They have already tortured her, probably. So let's finish quickly."
"Is she feeling unwell?" Trenton asked sympathetically.
"Well..." He shook his palm. "Come on, what else is left there?"
His phone rang.
"And here is Regina." He walked away from the desk and answered the call. "Yes Dear?"
"Hi Dear!" Hook's voice ringed in the receiver. "Guess where I am now?"
Gold froze on the spot, instantly turning pale.
"Hello? Can you hear me?" The pirate asked through a pause.
"How did you get into my house?" Finally, his conversationalist exhaled.
"Together with Regina, of course!" Hook grinned. "Women generally find it difficult to resist my charm and it is completely impossible to resist my charm along with my pistol." he continued mockingly. "You are well settled. Nice house, beautiful wife. Absolutely charming children, it's even hard to believe that they are yours. Are you listening? I can't understand if the sound disappears all the time on the phone or simply on your end."
Gold went to the window, opened it, leaned on the windowsill and took a few deep breaths.
"If anything happens to them…" He began.
"Yes, yes, yes." Killian interrupted. "You will do a lot of terrible things to me later! But that will be later and I can put a hole in your wife's head right now. So you're not in a position to threaten me. Cool down for a while and I'll call you back in a couple of minutes."
Gold put the phone next to him, on the windowsill, slowly pulled the tie from his neck and threw it on the floor.
"Give me your phone." He, without looking back, held out his hand to Trenton.
"What happened?" He quickly approached Gold.
"It happened." He looked at the phone in the mayor's hand. "Please call our captain."
"From the police station?" Trenton specified.
"No, from the yacht!" Gold answered irritably.
He turned back to the window and, resting his hands on the windowsill, exhaled slowly.
"Have you dialed?" He asked softly. "Give it to me. Thanks."
"Howard?" The voice of the chief of police was heard on the receiver.
"Why didn't I know that Killian Jones escaped from prison?" Gold asked without any emotion in his voice.
"What?" He was confused. "Who is this?"
"Why. Did I not know. That Killian Jones escaped?" Gold repeated, pressing on the words, dividing them more clearly. "Wasn't he put on the wanted list? How did you not know that?"
"Mr. Gold?" The captain asked with uncertainty. "Don't worry, he will return to prison in the immediate future, several hundreds of people from different stations were sent to search for him".
"You can stop searching, captain." His voice was even colder. "I already found him. He is in my house. With my wife and my children. He was waiting for her near the porch, going unnoticed by anyone. What else do you want to tell me now about how you are diligently looking for him?"
Silence hung in the receiver.
"I'm waiting," Gold reminded him. "The man who threatened my family escaped from prison. And came freely into my house. How could this have happened?"
His phone rang again.
"I'm listening to you carefully." He answered the call, returning the mayor's phone to its owner.
"Finally!" Hook was delighted. "I hope you're ready for negotiations?"
"What do you want?" Gold asked calmly.
"Hmmm" The pirate thought. "On one hand, I would like for you to finally seriously suffer somehow. And now, when I look at your beautiful wife, my hook is starting to itch. Although it's a pity to spoil such a magnificent body. On the other hand, what will I get from this except from a bullet in the forehead at the exit of the house? So we'll settle in a different way: I get Emma, freedom, a house, some money and you get back your wife and children, unharmed. In my opinion, a reasonable exchange."
"And how will I get you Emma?" Gold still asked calmly.
"Well, this is your problem." Hook sighed. "I believe in you! You can do it! Think more about your wife and children and everything will work out." He disconnected.
For a while, Gold silently looked out the window.
"We need Miss Swan." He finally turned to Trenton. "Not for long."
"Mom, who is this?" Gideon watched with interest the hook on the man's hand, that stood next to them in the hallway.
"This is our friend, dad's and mine." His mother smiled placidly, taking off her coat. "We haven't seen him for a long time but now he has come to visit. His name is Killian and he is a detective. See, he has a real gun."
"Wow! Can I hold it?" The boy asked the pirate.
"No, darling." The Queen answered instead of him. "Detectives are not allowed to give their guns to anyone. Killian will be fired from the police if he does that."
"And how did you get this hook?" Charlotte asked. "You're just like Captain Hook from "Peter Pan"."
"You better ask your dad about this." He grinned.
"Uncle Killian is a policeman." Regina repeated. "He lost his hand protecting people."
"Why ask dad?" The girl became interested.
"Because your dad also knows this story and Killian doesn't like to tell it, he is too modest. But he was a real hero!" The Queen answered, dragging both children behind her into the living room. "How about cartoons and popcorn while I have a talk with Killian?" She smiled at the kids once again.
"Yes! Yes!" They were enthused.
"What cartoon shall we watch?" She asked.
"And you could be a more welcoming hostess and offer a guest a drink, eh, love?" The pirate hooked the Queen's shoulder, who was crouched on the sofa in the living room, at a distance from the children.
"You won't get it." She answered dryly, not paying any attention to his gesture.
"You know, I might not be so sweet after all." Jones frowned.
"If you could, you wouldn't be." Regina said indifferently, not looking at him.
"And you're holding off very well." Hook leaned toward the Queen and whispered in her ear, slightly touching it with his lips.
"I'm not afraid of you." She didn't move.
"That's a mistake, love!" He straightened up and, going around the sofa, sat next to her. "It's not a fact that you'll survive."
"We'll see about that." She answered calmly.
"When are they bringing her?" Gold went to Trenton.
The street was cordoned off by the police and many onlookers crowded around the fence. Residents of neighboring houses, as recommended by the police, closed the curtains tightly. Everything on this street froze and everyone was frozen in suspense.
"They're coming." The mayor lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. "But it isn't clear when they will be here. There is a multi-kilometer traffic jam on the highway which they can hardly overcome."
They stood next to one of the police cars that surrounded Gold's house.
"They had to have made a decision faster and not wait for evening traffic jams." He automatically twisted the wedding ring on his finger. "How many hours is he there already?"
"The police are ready for the raid." Trenton looked at the police captain who was standing nearby. "If something goes wrong…"
"My children are there!" Gold interrupted him. "And Regina! There will be no raid. He must get out of there by himself."
After a while, the captain approached them.
"They arrived already.", he said. "Call Jones".
From the jeep parked nearby, the two guards led Emma out and together they headed for the house.
"What's going on here?" Emma looked around bewildered.
"You'll see soon enough." Gold, while dialing his wife's number, took Miss Swan by the shoulders and led her towards the house. "As you can see, she is here." He carefully watched the slight movement of the curtains in the living room. "There is a car at the porch, with money and the papers for your house in Storybrooke inside. I've completed my part of the deal".
"I see that not only she and the car are here. Get the police out." Hook tried to say it as calmly as possible.
"Only when I see my wife and children." He pressed Emma closer to him. "Otherwise, the deal is off."
"Okay."
The curtain in the living room moved to one side and in the bright light from the window he saw Regina, still sitting on the sofa and the children dozing off next to her. She remained motionless, without turning her head toward the window, only barely noticeably stroking the kids.
"Seen enough?" The curtain closed again. "Now call your dogs back and get away from Emma."
A few minutes later the street was empty, and Emma was left to stand in front of the porch alone. Gold stepped aside.
"Let's go, love!" Hook nodded to the Queen.
"Where?" She asked blankly.
"You will remain with us for some time." The pirate explained. "Until we end up in Storybrooke. Come on, get up!"
The Queen carefully, so as not to disturb the children, got up from the couch.
"Let's go." She nodded to him.
As they were leaving the house, Hook pressed her back to him.
"Emma!" He smiled at the blonde. "How glad I am to see you, love!"
"Killian." Emma looked at Jones in horror. "What have you done?"
"Everything will be fine, honey." The pirate winked at her. "Get in the car." He nodded at the Ford parked near the porch.
"Killian…"
At that moment, red dots ran across both of them.
"Sir." The voice came from the speaker from somewhere out of the darkness. "Let go of the woman and raise your hands so that we can see them."
"I said get them out of here!" The pirate shouted, clutching himself to the door and the Queen closer to him, securing himself from snipers' sight with her.
"Killian, no!" Emma stepped toward him. "Let her go! You have no chance. Look." She waved her hand around the roofs. "You are surrounded: as soon as you take a step from the door, you will get a bullet in the back of the head."
"No, no, no, no, no," Hook shook his head. "I will not give up! I've been going for too long! And now, when we are one step away from our happy ending, I will not back down!"
"You have to." Miss Swan said with pity in her voice. "Look." She spread her arms, looking at her full of red dots chest. "If you harm her, they will riddle both of us with bullets. Don't do this, Killian. Let her go. You got yourself into a fight that you won't win."
"Emma." He lowered his hands.
The Queen remained standing still.
"Sir, raise your hands slowly and put them behind your head." The speaker turned on again.
"Do as they say." Emma pleaded and knelt down, hands behind her head. "Please, Killian."
After hesitating a couple more seconds, the pirate did the same. Everything immediately was set in motion. Nearby, people appeared in body armor out of nowhere and snapped handcuffs on the pirate's and Emma's wrists.
"Rumple." The Queen hung on the neck of her arriving just in time husband and burst into tears.
"It's over." He pressed her to him. "That's it, honey. It's over." He picked up his falling wife. "It's over.", he repeated, rocking her slightly and kissing her temple. "You are so smart! You did all fine!" He kissed her eyelids, her nose, her cheeks.
"I thought I would never see you again." The Queen went limp in his arms.
"She'll be fine." Stern gently patted Gold's shoulder, who was sitting next to the sleeping Regina. "This is the aftermath of a nervous overstrain. I'd leave her in the clinic for a couple more days, just to make sure everything is in order."
"Good." He nodded. "Where is your Regina? Why is she still not here?"
"She's about to be." The doctor assured him. "I called her right away when you brought your wife."
"Good." Gold repeated.
He took a phone from his pocket and dialed a number.
"Mrs. Savage, I may have to stay in the hospital until the morning ... Yes ... Yes, thank you." He disconnected.
After a while, the second Regina appeared in the ward.
"How is she?" She asked in a whisper, sitting down next to Gold.
"I think it's best to have your husband fill you in." He answered without looking back. "Sit with her. I need to leave, finish some things I have to do".
"Things you have to do?" The woman was surprised. "What kind of "things you have to do" are there now? You are needed here! You need to be near Regina!" She continued indignantly.
"Who told you that you can interrogate me?" He jumped to his feet, lifting her after him. "Or give me advices?"
Regina staggered back under his gaze.
"Don't forget yourself, dearie!" He jerked her down on a chair near the bed. "Sit and hold your sister's hand in case she wakes up before I return!"
"Mr. Gold." The police captain rose to greet the person who entered his office, holding out his hand.
Leaving this attempt unattended, Gold sat down at the desk and motioned for the captain to do the same.
"Why is he still alive?" He asked coldly.
"What?" The captain didn't understand.
"You heard my question." Gold answered just as calmly.
"I heard it." The policeman agreed. "But not sure I understood it."
"Well, I'll repeat it once again: why is Killian Jones still alive and not killed during his arrest?" The visitor looked warily at the captain.
"You saw yourself that he surrendered." His conversationalist shrugged.
"So what?" Gold spoke quietly and without any emotion in his voice. "Only we have seen this, your people and poor Miss Swan, whom no one will believe."
"They will." The policeman nodded. "And my people won't be silent. Don't worry, he will go to another prison now, in solitary confinement, where he will be securely locked."
"No, that doesn't suit me." Gold grimaced. "He was already securely locked, and we both saw what came of it. He should stop being a threat to my family once and forever".
"What do you want to say?" The captain tightened up.
"I want to say that prison is not the safest place." Gold continued. "Various unpleasant things happen there. Fights, stabbing, conflicts with wards. Some people can't stand a life in captivity, especially after an unsuccessful attempt to escape."
"And why did you decide…" His conversationalist thought for a second, choosing his words. "To discuss this with me?"
"And with who else would I?" Gold asked without changing his tone. "My wife almost died today because of your oversight. Don't you think you have to pay for this? However, I think it's not difficult for you to find the right people. So it won't be such a big cost."
"On the contrary.", the captain said. "The favor you are asking for is pretty serious. By providing it, I'm risking not only my career, but my own freedom. What would interest me that much so that I agree?"
"In another case, I would say money but now it's exactly your career." He paused. "You really want to leave this place and not patrol again in Bronx, right?"
"I think you overestimate the possibilities that friendship of yours with the Mayor gives you." The policeman smiled.
"And I think you greatly underestimate my own capabilities." Gold said coldly.
"No need to threaten me.", he said, not so confidently.
"I am not threatening you.", he objected. "I'm warning you. You've probably guessed in theory that it is much better to be friends with me than to be enemies. And now you have the opportunity to test this in practice."
The captain was silent. He felt uneasy at the sight of his visitor and his icy calmness. The threat posed by this person was felt physically, causing his neck and jaw muscles to tighten.
"You have nothing to scare me with." The policeman made his last attempt.
"You know, captain, I am a collector." He leaned on the table, carefully looking at his conversationalist. "I don't want to say that I collect gossip, but I like to know who lives nearby and to always methodically collect information about people. I know all about your extra earnings and your favorite pastimes. But most importantly, I can prove it. So I will ask only once, who do you want to be: friend or foe? Notice, I am rendering you myself an unprecedented favor. You were lucky it all ended well. I am ready to forget that my wife was under attack because of you. For just one small favor. So, what do you say, captain?"
"I say that in a few hours he will be placed in Rikers and tomorrow morning they will bring him out of there." The policeman answered without looking at the conversationalist.
"That's for sure?" Gold burned him with his eyes.
"For sure." He nodded, avoiding his gaze.
"Well, I'm glad we have an agreement." He got up and headed for the exit. "Have a good evening, Captain." He smiled back at him at the door.
"Rumple!" The Queen raised herself on her elbows to greet her husband who had entered the room. "Where have you been?"
"It was necessary to take care of some formalities at the police station." He quickly went up to her and, sitting on the edge of the bed, took her hand and kissed it. "How are you?"
"Much better now." She reached for him and he pressed herself on him. "Where are the children?" Regina laid her head on his shoulder.
"Sleeping at home." He ran a hand through her hair. "Mrs. Savage is with them."
"Good." the Queen sighed. "It seems they didn't have much time to get scared".
"They didn't." Gold smiled. "Thanks to you, they didn't even understand what happened. By the way, you too can go home already." He turned to the second Regina.
She wanted to say something, but, upon looking at him, changed her mind.
"Good night." She smiled at her sister.
"Thank you for sitting with me." The Queen smiled back.
For a while, she and her husband sat in silence. He only rocked her slightly, still holding her tight.
"It was terrible." Regina finally spoke, resting her forehead on his shoulder.
"I know." He gently stroked her back. "But it's over already. Forever and ever".
"Who knows?" She hugged him, clinging to his chest. "He already escaped once. What if this happens again? And after all, he will be released someday. And he will be obsessed with revenge."
"You shouldn't worry about him. He will never be released." He gently laid her back in bed and covered her with a blanket. "And he will never escape."
"Why?" The Queen tensed. "What did you do?"
"What had to had been done many years ago." He paused. "This is going to be over tonight. Forever and ever."
"No," The Queen looked stunned at her husband. "Stop this. Call off those you sent."
"Seriously?" Gold asked suppressing irritation. "Do you feel sorry for Hook?"
"It's not about him.", the Queen objected. "The point is you. You are not like that, you will regret it."
"That's okay." Gold shrugged a little. "Regrets are a normal part of life. But I can be sure that he will never touch you again. And with this knowledge, I will sleep peacefully, in spite of all the regrets that I had, have now and will have in the future."
"Rumple." She took his hand.
"No need to debate with me, Regina." He squeezed her palm, looking into her eyes. "Not in this situation. You could have died today! And I did what needed to be done. You know that yourself. And my theoretical future regrets make no difference. Or do you want to meet him again?"
Regina was silent.
"Don't worry." He gently stroked her cheek. "Get it all out of your head. There is no other way out. He is not the harmless Charmings. You said it yourself: even if he doesn't escape again, someday he will be released. And it is still unknown what may happen to me by that time. So I need to take care of everything in advance".
For a while, both were silent.
"Will you stay?" Regina asked quietly.
"Of course." Gold nodded. "Move over."
He took off his jacket and lay down beside her. The Queen clung to her husband, settling in his arms.
"I love you." He gently kissed her temple.
"And I you." She laid her head on his arm, her nose buried in the bend of his elbow.
"Sleep." He held her tightly on him. "And don't think about anything. Everything is fine."
"Regina." Gold touched his wife's shoulder lightly. "Regina." He called again quietly.
"What happened?" The Queen asked through a dream.
"Call someone." He paused. "It's difficult to breathe."
"Call who?" The Queen was bewildered, but after a couple of seconds, realizing his words, she jumped to her feet.
Turning on the lamp near the bed, she looked in dismay at the pale Gold, who was lying on his back, looking at the ceiling.
"Are you in any pain?" She inquired.
"My head hurts a lot." Her husband grimaced. "And I can't turn it around - everything blurs right away."
"Okay, don't turn it for now." She nervously patted his hand and pressing the nurse's call button, ran to the stuff room.
Stern was sitting at the standby doctor's desk and was filling out some papers.
"It's good that you're still here." The Queen sighed with relief.
"Well, it seems I'll be here until morning." Stern sighed back, not looking up from his activity. "You know, often the operation itself is not as complicated as writing a protocol and I have about five more of these. What are you doing here?" He finally realized. "And why are you barefoot?" he said as he looked up from the papers and observed Regina.
"Let's go! We need you!" She answered shortly.
"Okay." He approached her quickly and they went back to her room together. "Is something wrong with Gold?" Stern asked as he walked in.
"He says he has difficulty breathing and his head hurts." The Queen took him by the arm. "Let's go faster, please."
The nurse was already there with all the necessary equipment.
"Why are you scaring your wife?" Stern smiled at Gold, taking the cardiogram from the nurse.
"Don't exaggerate now." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "Tell me better what's wrong."
"Well, let's find out now." He carefully looked at the cardiac waves. "Jenny, who's on duty today?" He turned to the nurse.
"Dr. Avery.", she answered. "I already called him."
"I didn't mean the attendant on duty, we don't need him here." He returned the cardiogram to her, looked at the pressure numbers that she had already measured and put on a stethoscope. "I need a cardiologist and a neurologist." He silently listened to Gold for a while, looking intensely to the side. "Although in fact, I think, we do not need them either. But let them look just in case. Call them both."
"I think you've already figured out everything." Gold grinned languidly.
"It seems to me, as well." Stern nodded, taking the stethoscope out of his ears. "You have the quite expected hypertensive crisis after all that has happened. That's my fault. It was essential to leave you under observation since this evening."
"Everything was fine in the evening." Gold objected. "And I had other things to do."
"Of course everything was fine." David agreed. "You were running on adrenaline and you didn't feel anything in a natural way. But when you relaxed, the pressure soared".
"How dangerous it is to relax." Gold sighed.
"It is dangerous to neglect your incident." Stern made a few notes on the patient's chart. "But in the evening it was scary to approach you, to be honest. Even Regina was frightened."
"Tell her I'm sorry." He looked at Stern. "And indeed I am. She got under my wrath for nothing, just bad timing."
"Yes, we guessed it." Stern smiled. "Don't worry." He began writing a schedule on the chart. "Look." He showed the notes to the nurse, pointing his finger at one of the lines. "You'll put this now in a double dose and then as it is written. Oh, Dr. Avery.", he rejoiced at the resident who had entered. "You're right on time!"
"I couldn't have come faster." The resident was confused. "I had another patient."
"I believe you." Stern nodded. "But you can still do a lot of useful things. Over there, in the corridor, I can see from here that there's a completely vacant gurney. Be a friend and bring it to me. While I'll just write what I need here." He made a few more notes on the chart. "And what kind of patient did Dr. Avery have?" He glanced at the nurse after the resident left.
"Well, I would say she is more of an intern than a patient." The nurse grinned.
"Well, I hope at least she was pleased with him today." Stern laughed. "Thank you, doctor, you are free to go." He nodded to the resident who entered with the gurney. "Tomorrow come to my office at six o'clock. Let's free your wife's bed." He turned to Gold.
"It seems we have space for both of as here." He barely noticeably shrugged.
"Well, a classy and high-tech ward is waiting for you in our intensive care unit." He moved the gurney to the bed and held out his hand. "You will like it."
"I don't want to." Gold grimaced. "It's sleeping again, getting tangled in wires, everything beeps around, the light doesn't turn off."
"You know, if I were you, I wouldn't keep bothering my wife." Stern glanced at Regina. "She is still silent, but is fed up already and her pupils are wider than the iris."
"Seriously, Rumple." The Queen said as softly as possible. "Listen to David. Let me help you. And I will accompany you."
She helped him lie down on the gurney along with Stern.
"Put on your slippers first." Stern nodded to the Queen's still bare feet. "Then you will see him off."
"Regina, go to bed." Gold looked at his wife, curled up in a chair near his bed.
"You can turn your head already." The Queen smiled. "That's good".
"Everything is fine in general." Gold assured her. "No need to sit here."
"I can sleep here, as well." She wrapped herself tightly in a plaid. "It's convenient for me here. And I feel calm.
"But I don't." her husband sighed. "Honey, go to bed. I won't run away. I will still be here in the morning."
"You fall asleep and then I'll leave." The Queen promised.
"She slept there all night?" Regina asked her husband, looking in from the window of the room at her sister sleeping in an armchair.
"Well how to pick her up from there?" Stern shrugged. "It's ok. She's fells better there."
"How is Gold?" She turned to him.
"It is not clear yet." He peered at the numbers on the monitor. "Now he is on sleeping pills and everything seems to be normal. Let's see what happens on his way off."
"Okay, I'll go to the children." She quickly kissed his cheek. "I have to let Mrs. Savage go and take them to the kindergarten."
"Go on." Stern nodded. "Will come again tonight?" He asked.
"No, Jessica will pick them up in the evening. She will take them for a couple of days while they are both in the hospital." She nodded towards the Golds.
"And what are you going to tell them?" Stern asked anxiously.
"I don't know." Regina shrugged. "That mom and dad left on business?"
"Hey, how are you?" Regina went to the Queen, who was standing in the intensive care corridor with a cup of coffee.
"Okay.", she answered without looking back. "How are children? Did you take them to the kindergarten?" She continued to look in from the window of the room, near which she stood.
"They are a little surprised that mom and dad left on business without warning them." She put her hand on her sister's shoulder. "But everything is fine with them. And in the evening they will be picked up by Jessica, so they won't be bored."
"Good." The Queen nodded.
"Listen." Regina began hesitantly. "I need to show you something."
"Go on, show me.", the Queen agreed, still not turning to her.
"It's about Hook." She took out a newspaper from her purse and handed it to the Queen.
"Wow, how quickly information spreads." She looked over the article. "At night, some guy hangs himself in his cell and in the morning they are already talking about it in the newspapers." She returned the paper to her sister.
"His story attracted a lot of attention." Regina shrugged. "He is the first to have escaped from a specially guarded prison in the last hundred and fifty years."
"It would be better if they wrote that he escaped from prison." The Queen grinned sadly. "Then when he escaped."
"They are forbidden to publicize such information." Regina put the newspaper back into her purse. "Until the criminal is caught, journalists have no right to write about his escape without special permission from the police. Wait." She suddenly looked carefully at her sister. "You are not at all surprised. Did you know about this?"
"I don't understand what you are talking about.", she answered calmly.
"It was Gold, right?" She didn't let go.
"Gold?" the Queen snapped. "Gold, if you suddenly didn't notice, spent this night in intensive care, thanks to Hook! And so many medicines were poured into him last night that would be enough for a small pharmacy somewhere in Storybrooke! So if you came to discuss the great legend and the unfortunate fate of Hook and feel sorry for him, then this is not for me! The only thing I regret is that I didn't strangle him with my own hands!" She blurted out with undisguised spite.
"Well, okay." She took her sister by the elbows and sat down on a nearby couch. "Let's sit down and calm down. Breathe deeper. Everything is fine."
"But I'm calm!" Without changing her tone, the Queen dropped her hands away from her.
"That's for sure." Regina nodded. "You're shaking all over but everything is just fine, you're not nervous at all. I understand completely." She stroked her knee. "Let's forget about my question. Assume I didn't ask it. You just don't worry, breathe deeper. Everything is fine; I'm on your side." She slowly stroked her hands. "I'm on your side."
"I think it shouldn't have gotten into the press either." The Queen calmed down a little and looked at her sister. "It is necessary to have this circulation withdraw from sale. Can you do this as an assistant Mayor?" She specified.
"Probably yes." Regina nodded. "Not sure, but I'll try."
"Good." Mrs. Gold stroked her shoulder and, rising from the couch, looked again in from the ward window. "I'll go sit with him. Thank you for helping." She kissed her sister quickly and went to her husband.
Regina stood for some time in the corridor, watching the Queen gently kiss the hand of her sleeping husband, lean her forehead against his palm and kissing it again.
"Hello, Howard." She dialed the number and, pressing the phone to her ear, walked quickly down the corridor, "I need help. No, we've already agreed on everything with Jessica. This is different. I'll be right there."