Emma
When Killian and I arrived at the family apartment, we grabbed out clothes and toiletries and moved them across the hallway to my old apartment; the one that I had almost gave up, but now it would come in handy. There weren't many belongings, except mostly clothes and baby stuff. We had very few outfits for each of us.
I set Hope's carrier seat with her in it, who was asleep peacefully, and set her in out bedroom near our bed.
Once settled, Killian drifted towards me and gently touched my arm with concern in his eyes. "You sure you're alright, Love?" he asked. He didn't seem convinced.
I forced a smile. "My head still hurts a little, but since the doctor ordered just ibuprofen I'm sure I'll be fine. Which we keep in stock," I said.
"I mean with everything. With your decision. You seem quieter than usual," he said.
I smiled up at him and rested my palm against the side of his face. His eyes had that intense curiosity and concern in them.
"Yes," I said affirmatively. I gave him an absurd smile and walked past him to fetch a glass of water. "I think you worry too much about me. I've been through worse. I'm just thinking of all of us."
He followed me into the kitchen. "You don't seem like you're fine. You seem like you've got loads on your mind. Tell me what's troubling you."
I opened our refrigerator and frowned. I was hungry and tired and mostly, disappointed that the stakes were high to return through the portal. "What's troubling me is that I need dessert." I shot him another content smirk. "Cherry Jell-O at the hospital didn't cut it." I opened the freezer and gasped with excitement that I still had a container of ice cream. I took it out and then looked at him. He was still staring at me.
He took another couple steps towards me. He waved his hand towards the ice cream. "You had coffee that has more sugar than that ice cream tub. You wanted to speak with Neal alone earlier. I caught on. But I honored your request."
I took out a glass for him. He leaned around me and picked up the Malibu rum bottle. He began to twist it, but I took it from him and opened it for him, pretending to pause before I loosened it all the way. "How about water? I'm having water to go with my ibuprofen."
"Water is for sailing," he said with a smirk. "Not for drinking." He raised his eyebrow at me.
I mockingly rolled my eyes and smiled, trying to deter the earnestness of Killian's demeanor. I filled my water glass and located several pills of ibuprofen and drank them with my water. Next I took out two spoons from the drawer near the sink and placed them on the counter "Maybe just this once." I poured him a shot. I picked up a spoon and flipped open the lid of the Dreyer's ice cream, no doubt stress eating and dug into the chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. I took a bite with a huge chunk of cookie dough.
"So what's really going on, Love?" he asked in a soft, calm tone. The serious look on his face told me that he meant Neal.
I tilted my head to the side and exhaled. "Nothing, Killian," I said softly with no irritation in my tone although I didn't want to talk about Neal. I looked at him genuinely. I said soothingly, "I told you that he's on a date, probably right now. And I told him nothing will ever happen between us. So stop worrying about that. I made that clear. Again." I lingered for a moment, searching his eyes and rubbed his arms tenderly. I rested my hands on his shoulders.
"That's what you wanted to tell him?" he asked me, as he tilted his head to the side. "That it was not his kiss that worked on you?" He raised an eyebrow with a soft yet withering smile. I could tell he didn't fully believe me.
I slowly shook my head. "I don't honestly know if it was your sacrifice," I said delicately. "I like to think that it was."
There was a knock at our front door. Killian strode towards it to answer. He opened the door, and there stood Henry. He didn't seem as composed and content as normal. He had a troubled expression. "Mom. Can I talk to you for a minute?" he asked flatly. His eyes were guarded and he seemed uneasy.
Killian opened the door all the way and then closed it with a stunned look at Henry, and then ambled over to the recliner by the bay window near my old desk and sat down, listening but not listening. Henry didn't seem to mind.
"What's up?" I asked Henry.
Henry made his way to the living room, so I followed him and plopped down on the loveseat. He sat across from me on my other sofa and leaned his elbows on his knees and looked at me grimly. His brow was furrowed, so I knew he was rather upset.
Henry said, "I know that I said that I'm fine with not going back to the future tonight, but I'm not. I lied."
I frowned, feeling instantly guilty and rather sorry for him. His ruffled mannerisms rather took me aback. "I'm…sorry, Kid, but you know my reasons." I cocked my head to the side sympathetically and sat forward, no longer comfortable. By his agitation of his angered face, I could tell he had been steaming with this talk for a while now.
"Yeah. You got your happy ending, and even my Mom found who she loved. But what about me?" he paused and pressed his lips together. He shook his head and added, "I understand that you don't want anyone else hurt, but it hurts me to be away from Violet. It's hard enough being separated by her Dad. But I want to go back tonight."
I was amused that he brought up Violet. I exhaled. I felt helpless and a little confused on what to do now, because it was almost a quarter til 8 pm. I said empathetically, "I'm not sure it's the best thing to do. To drag all of you to the graveyard and risk your lives again. We don't have the resources to research this demon as we do back home, and it tried to kill your step-father. Please understand." I whispered. I reached out to pat his hand but he jerked it away and stood up abruptly, stunning me.
He gave me a disappointed glower, his brows sunken down to his eyes. "This is our only real shot at going home. You could take into consideration that I want to get back home. But you act like you don't care about my happy ending." He stormed towards the front door.
I parted my lips, not sure what to say first to catch him before he rushed out. I stood and said, "Wait, Henry…" I closed my eyes and let out a long breath as he opened the front door. But before leaving in a huff, he said, "I think I'm going to go to Dad's for tonight."
"He's on his date," I said softly, with beseeching eyes for him to be understanding and rational. "You can at least stay over with your grandparents unless you want to stay here and talk more about this."
"No," he cut me off as he grimaced at me. His eyes were a little watery. He clenched his jaw, as his eyes flickered back to me. "I want to go back to Violet. What if we never get another chance?" He rushed through the door and closed it behind him.
I raised my palm for him to wait. "Henry?" I called after him and then dropped my hand from the air. I turned to look at my husband who was watching me with his brow arched, his expression astonished. His eyes were warm as he rose and sauntered towards me. He took me in his arms and held me.
I slipped my arms around his waist and laid my face on his shoulder. I sighed in surrender.
He rubbed my back with his hand and said reassuringly, "He'll be alright. Just let him go. He needs to cool off. This will take some getting used to."
I lightly pulled back from him and placed my palms on his chest. I considered what Henry had said. I could tell that staying here in this city and time cut him deeply inside. It made me wince and even tear up myself. "I just feel so bad for him," I whispered as I bowed my head. "I didn't know he felt that way about this."
He nodded gravely as if he felt part of Henry's turmoil too. He said, "Love is important to him. He is justified to feel angry."
I stared at him for a while in sadness, torn with what we should do. I had already made my call on not going home after all. I frowned.
He whispered, "What is it?"
"What if he's right?" I asked. I pondered changing my mind. "What if we did do this ritual after all?"
He drew his head back, surprised. "What are you saying?"
"I don't want him to live with regrets and not get his happy ending." I averted my eyes to my hands and thought about calling everyone to meet in the next twenty minutes.
His eyes widened in surprise. He lifted his eyebrow at me with apprehension. "Are you saying you want to do the spell after all, Swan?"
I thought about the odds and what we would be risking. I let out a shaky breath and shrugged one shoulder. "I hate to disappoint my son like this. What if we never make it back? Worse yet, what if he never forgave me?" I asked him.
His eyes brightened. I could sense that he agreed with me. "We only have half an hour. Better be sure." He said lovingly.
I shrugged. "If we can gather everyone in that time. Maybe I am wrong. What do you think?" I whispered.
A smile tickled the edges of his mouth. "I think it's a rather good idea to go back home. But I'm with you. You're the only one besides Neal who has the power."
I nodded, feeling better about this. "It is best if we go back home, regardless if it's risky. Which it is. I will be risking everyone's lives."
"Everything we do is risky, Love." He said in his husky voice.
I tilted my head back and murmured, "Tell me I'm doing the right thing. Is this crazy?" I asked him. He seemed like he was lost in my eyes.
He replied with a warm voice, "I honestly think we ought to return home. We don't belong here."
I smiled at him adoringly in agreement, and then glanced at the digital numbers on my desk across the living room. I nodded affirmatively, making my decision. I knew that it was worth Henry's love of his life, which I didn't want to take away from him. "Well, we will have a better shot at protecting ourselves from this demon in Storybrooke, rather than here. We would all have our magic back. You call David, and Regina. I'll call Henry and Neal."
I let go of him and hurried to grab Hope's car seat as well as my phone out of my pocket.
Killian and I pulled up in my Bug to the edge of the graveyard where we would do the ritual to make the portal to get home to Storybrooke. I slid the stick into park and took a deep breath and let it out, prepping myself for this. I shared a look with Killian. He kissed me and said, "I'll hold onto Hope's carrier."
I cupped his chin in my hand and gazed at him, basking in the moment before the spell. Before the danger that could possibly come for us again. I whispered solemnly, "You're going to see me interact with Neal and reflect on what I felt for him, but please trust me."
He nodded once.
We quickly climbed out of my car. Killian opened the back car door and grabbed Hope's carrier handle, with her snugly wrapped up and seat belted inside of it. She wore a little powder-pink bonnet. I gazed down at her for a moment, relishing in the sight of her. Killian and I shared a long look.
We sprinted towards our group. Everyone was here, gathered at the base of the rolling grassy hill. It was nearly a full moon, but just enough to do our magic. Henry caught my eye and flashed me a pleased, appreciative smile. I returned it and hurried up to Neal. Neal stared at me for a moment, taking me in, and then smiled at me adoringly.
"I'm glad you changed your mind," Neal said. He flashed me a smile.
"Sorry I ruined your date," I replied.
"About time you listen to reason," Regina said to me as she came up behind me and handed me my half heart pendant.
I ignored her remark and I reached and took it from her and held it in one hand, allowing it to dangle.
Neal held up his to show me and glanced back at Killian, who stood behind me.
I stood in front of Neal, as Regina and Henry sprinkled salt around us is a vast circle. Robin Hood stood watching her while holding a large white pillar candle and a hand circle mirror.
Snow and David and Little Neal stood nearby us. Snow had a bushel of lavender and a thick bushel of sage. David held the lighter and lit her sage until it started smoking white tendrils that swirled around us from the burning end. Snow held the lavender near it.
"So, where is she?" I asked Neal as I held out my pendant, ready whenever he was to begin the ritual.
Neal said to me with an admiring stare, "Don't worry about it. She didn't want to come." She shrugged like it was no big deal. "We hung out for a little bit. But it probably wouldn't have lasted."
I nodded and asked Neal, "So where is this Death Sack?"
Henry came up toward us and held up the burlap sack, still tied with thin rope. I admired it for a little bit. Henry said, "I'll hold onto it for safe keeping. We plan to put it in my Mom's vault afterwards. Just in case Mr. Gold has some wicked plan for it."
"Are you ready for this?" Neal asked me. He looked down at his watch. "We have five minutes until we do this thing."
Regina walked next to us and stood near the center of Neal and I and held up the mirror. "The portal should open up here. This Hell Beast will make make its own portal in this mirror here. As soon as it opens, we all must hurry inside."
Neal held his half of the heart pendant up with a lift of his eyebrows. "Let's do this," he said suggestively to me.
I nodded and held my half up and very gingerly, we placed them together so that they fit.
Regina said, "You all know what you have to do." She held up her round mirror with one hand, and Robin handed her the lit candle. Under the pearly darkness of the evening, this ritual seemed eerie. A gust of wind picked up. I side-glanced at Killian to check his facial expression. He was holding onto Hope's baby carrier handle tightly. He watched Neal and I forlornly.
I tried not to notice the way Killian watched Neal and I anxiously. I concentrated on the power of the pendant, and of my feelings that I had for Neal. I had to tap into them. I tried to not worry about the demon showing up. The wind picked up a little, swirling my hair around my shoulders. Neal was concentrating on whatever he was thinking about and he looked at me. He closed his eyes and I did the same.
I heard the wind grow stronger and louder. I thought about Neal and tried to focus on my emotions for him, not that there was a deep longing for him.
Regina said, "Dammit, my candle went out." I heard the clicking of a lighter. Robin was trying to relight the candle wick. When he finally did after several attempts, I noticed that a round ripple of air started to form.
"There the demon is," Killian said.
Just then a bolt of lightening came out of nowhere and struck the dead, dried, barren tree that the Death Sack once hung from. I gasped and snapped my attention to it. The tree started to crackle and spark into little flames.
I wasn't sure if it was meant as a distraction from some mystical source, because it was a clear night with a full moon.
"It's okay, Emma," Neal said comfortingly. He caught my eyes and then I stared at him, focusing on any residual feelings I had for him. It didn't really alarm me that I still had feelings for him. I always cared for him, so that was how I dug them up from within. I struggled to feel the past love for him and then we both said our incantations. I felt uncomfortable talking about having love for him, but it was part of the spell.
"You can do this Emma," Neal said intently as he stared at me.
I noticed the dark shadow flying around us, circling like a hawk. I forced the distraction away, determined to open the portal now that the time was stretched, and we didn't have long.
Regina's candle was lit. She held the candle next to the mirror. The demon seemed to pause in his flight and look at her with its hooded head. It soared down like it was diving, about to land, and then flew into the mirror. Regina smiled and then snarled at the mirror.
"You did it, Mom!" Henry exclaimed.
Neal said to me softly, "Don't take this the wrong way, Emma, but I love you." He nodded once encouragingly, his eyes full of love. I gathered that he wasn't over me like he boasted earlier.
I dipped my chin in acknowledgment and forced myself to focus even harder and more intently on him. I closed my eyes and thought back to memories of us. I felt like I was betraying Killian, but this was already approved by him, and this was a for a good cause. To get home. I felt warmth and love, as if I could sense Neal's feelings. The air between us made a cutting-hissing sound and wind swirled around us again, but this time it expanded near Neal and me. I looked to my right and saw that a portal was spreading in a circle, with familiar bright orange and golden colors, which looked like flames. It felt like a vacuum too. I smirked at Neal and tried to avoid eye contact with Killian, who was watching with everyone else.
"You did it!" Snow shrieked. She was huddled in a tight group with Little Neal and David. Henry was holding onto Regina, as was Robin. His arm was around Regina's waist. I looked down at Hope who was squirming with an uncertain expression and wide eyes as she ticked her little eyes to me and the swirling air of the portal. She whimpered a little and stared at the portal we were forming. I wanted to hold her, but she was probably safest in her seat.
Regina said, "You're not trying hard enough Emma. Believe in the words you say back to Neal."
I managed to keep my mind on the magic of my feelings, reminding myself that it didn't matter how I felt. I knew that though I might strongly care about Neal, mostly as a friend, not as a lover, I would always want Killian, because my devotion and my feelings about my marriage were the same. I wanted it badly enough to leave these feelings behind now that the magic had conjured this time warp portal. What only mattered with this ritual to get home, nothing more. I would go home with Killian tonight, and never be with Neal, and that gave me comfort. I just couldn't ignore that Killian had a slight dismal look in his eyes, no matter how much he backed me up with his words. He was still slightly fearful of what this power meant, but it wasn't like I would entertain my feelings more than this. I was glad that Neal was coming with us to Storybrooke, but nothing more. I trusted myself enough to know this. After this, I would quell my feelings for Neal.
I said the words softly aloud, "I love you." I knew it was only an incantation of the ritual, which was imperative.
"We actually did it," Neal said to me in amusement. He admired the portal.
It was like a cyclone, but the inside of one with a wide round opening. I smiled at it in disbelief. I glanced back at my family and at Killian. My husband seemed astonished. He said to me, "You're amazing, Swan." He didn't seem as thrilled as I imagined he would be, but he did seem impressed. He had a wary look on his face. He clutched Hope's car seat near his waist. Hope was ogling at the portal with widened eyes, with the golden light of it reflecting in her eyes.
David shouted, "Well done, Emma. Alright everyone in, as soon as it spreads wide enough." Little Neal was clinging to Snow's waist.
Neal caught my eyes again. I must have not been trying hard enough earlier, since I was very embarrassed that I was digging up and searching the old feelings enough to really find powerful emotion in them. It must have been part of Gold's plan. For my old love for him that I had purged, to resurface. Neal was smiling at me as he looked over at the large portal, which was about six feet or so wide and tall.
"Everyone climb in," Neal said loudly, as he locked eyes with me. He glanced back at Henry who was grinning in awe at us.
Henry said to me excitedly, "Mom you're awesome. This means so much to me."
I smiled at my son.
Relief washed over me that the demon was now in another dimension, and I prayed inwardly that it wouldn't follow us to Storybrooke.
I noticed that the pendants in our hands were glowing a radiant gold. I glanced over at my family, and at Killian who seemed rather disappointed as he watched me, but he quickly gazed at the portal. He stepped towards me, which where I stood was next to it. I could feel myself getting sucked in. I nodded once at Neal and said, "Now. Let's go home to Storybrooke." I looked at Killian for him to follow me and with my other free hand I grabbed his arm and held on tight. I thought about Storybrooke and the year and day in which we should return.
Everyone huddled towards the portal. Regina, Robin and Henry stepped in and disappeared, followed by David and Snow. Snow looked back at me to see if it was following. I held Killian's unsure gaze and slid my hand down Killian's arm to his hand and grabbed it and held on tightly. I managed a small smile of victory.
Killian cracked a half smirk, but it was sort of faded and not fully enthusiastic. I knew it was due to the power that I pulled within, not the adventure of heading back home.
"Killian?" I said softly. "You alright?"
He said to me with a forced smile, "I'm fine, Swan. Let's do this now. All together." He looked down at Hope. She was fussing, obviously scared.
I said in a soothing voice, "It's all right, Hope. We're finally going home."
I looked at Neal and pulled back my half of the pendant. He leapt in at the same time that Killian and I started to step into the portal.
Quickly, I grabbed the handle of Hope's car seat handle with my other hand, knowing that this would be a bumpy ride. Together, all of us, as a family, leapt inside, and we were transported out of the past.
Once Killian, Hope and I arrived at our house in Storybrooke, the first thing we did was to ensure that we arrived at our own home. My yellow Bug was parked where I had left it.
Since we noticed that it was still evening, when we had arrived at 8:15 p.m., we were convinced that it was our real home of Storybrooke. Henry had given the Death Sack to Regina, and then had went with Neal to first visit Gold and then to Granny's to get Neal a room. Regina and Robin of course went to her mansion, and my parents and my little brother went to their place.
Killian opened the front door to our house. He was holding Hope in his other arm. Granny had already spotted us outside when we arrived near the clock tower in the street and raced out, shrieking and ecstatic to hold her. I was holding the car seat in one hand, since it transported over with our baby in the portal.
Killian smirked back at me and walked in, glancing around carefully as he flipped on the light switch, which turned on the living room lamps. "Home sweet home," he said in his husky voice with a relieved smile.
I scanned the living room and then the kitchen carefully. Everything was as I remembered right before I went into labor with Hope. I didn't find anything out of place or signs showing that time was changed or altered. There was a baby swing in the living room and a stroller set against the wall, ready to go for a walk if we desired.
I smiled at my husband and ensured the front door was locked. I said to Hope, who was nestled in Killian's arms, wide awake and staring curiously around at the ceiling. "Welcome home, Hope." I reached gingerly for her and cooed at her. "Oh, you're so adorable," I said to her. I wrapped my arms around her and grinned, finally feeling whole. I felt like everything was finally going to be fine.
She smiled back up at me and made cute little baby coos. I kissed her forehead and walked around the landing and the living room while I said to her in a baby voice, "This is your new home." I glanced up at Kilian, who was watching us lovingly. "Wait until you see your bedroom." I carried her up to one of the bedrooms, which was fixed up with nautical blue and white stripes but accented with baby pink. Killian followed me as I carried Hope around her ne room.
There was a white crib, stuffed animals all over the place, even on the changing table and her dresser drawer set. I showed her the window, which reminded me of the shadow demon. We hadn't seen it since we left via the time portal. I shivered and rubbed Hope's back as I snuggled her closely to my chest. She was staring at the pink baby art hangings on the wall and the blue and white nautical ones too. I turned to the crib, where there was a glass blue and clear unicorn mobile hanging over the crib, which would have been mine. Snow had given it to me as a baby shower gift. I faced my baby to the crib and then looked up at Killian with love in my eyes.
"We're finally able to bring our daughter home," I said, elated that we were in the comfort of our own place. I couldn't be happier. For a long time, I didn't think we would ever get back here and get back to normal.
Hope yawned. I planted another kiss on her head and gently lowered her down into her crib. She squirmed lethargically as if settling in her new bed and getting used to it, looking all around herself at the pink sheets and the bars. I pulled a soft white blanket over her which was embroidered with her name on it but in pink. Granny's gift to her. I said to her, "I have the baby monitor here, Hope." I whispered soothingly, as I touched it, clicking it on. The twin of the sound monitor was in our bedroom. I admired her for a moment and watched her eyelids get heavy. I reached to caress her plump soft cheek and said, "Goodnight. Shriek if you need Mommy and Daddy."
I turned and found Killian gazing at her. He smiled back at me. He seemed tired and a little quiet, but I knew he was probably ready for bed. He walked around me and said goodnight to her and kissed her. She stopped kicking and wiggling. She must have been ready to go to sleep. I walked towards our bedroom, Killian following, as he flicked off the light in Hope's bedroom. I kept a content smile on my face as we arrived in our room. He closed the door and I turned to him after I skimmed our bedroom. It was untouched and unchanged.
I reached to rub his arms with both hands tenderly and whispered, "There's no place like home. Most of this is because of you. Everything you have done for me. For us."
He grinned back at me, but his eyes seemed distant and not joyous like I expected. It was like he was forcing the smile. His eyes were soft yet troubled at the same time. He lowered his eyes and said lightly, "It wasn't just me." He held my gaze knowingly. He glanced sideways and then dropped his gaze to the carpet of the bedroom, then back to me.
I gently moved my hands to his chest and left my hands there. "What's wrong?" I asked in a whisper. When he hesitated, I added, "I can't imagine it getting any better than this. Bringing Hope home finally after all this time. Just tell me."
He exhaled slowly and lifted his eyebrow as if I should know. He paused as he searched my eyes. His muscles were tightened, and his eyes weren't as full of love as usual. They were filled with apprehension. He didn't touch me, so I knew that he was distraught.
He said, "Nothing's wrong, Love." He managed another weak smile, as if he was being brave. I knew he was lying by everything in his body language. Mostly his worried eyes.
I dropped my hands and sighed. I studied him earnestly, allowing my smile to fade. "Stop lying to me. This has been your demeanor for two days now. Just tell me what you want to say."
He averted his eyes and bowed his head. He awkwardly shifted his weight and then sauntered to the edge of the bed. He sat down and looked at me desperately. "I know you said you love me only and you don't want Neal. But seeing you two tonight…"
I closed my eyes for a moment and then replied evenly, "I'm tired of fighting, Killian. Mostly because that was the sacrifice and the only way to get home."
He looked away and stared at nothing. He shook his head slowly. He finally met my stare. He said apologetically, "I know I promised that I had no trouble with it and condoned it even. But I feel like your feelings for him won't go away."
I clenched my jaw, exhausted from everything, my emotions, the time travel, and of Killian's jealousy. I understood that he felt threatened by Neal, but I also knew that I had said everything that I possibly could to reassure him that nothing would ever happen with Neal. I looked away and sighed. I felt defensive without realizing that I was angry now. "How many times must I remind you? You have nothing to worry about. Yet you dwell on this."
He bowed his head and lifted his hand as if to express his concerns. "I know that you share something real still with him. As much as I am trying to pretend that I'm not bothered, I am. I want to move past this, but it will take some time."
I narrowed my eyes in astonishment. I didn't know how to fix this and to soothe his worries. "You must not trust me then," I said in a rather hard tone. I frowned at him. "You said you did."
"I do. But the way you two looked into one another's eyes told me that I may have something to worry about. Even if you do not act on it."
I pursed my lips tightly. "We've had this discussion. What more do I need to say?"
"It's not that I am blaming you. It is just how I feel about what I have seen. Tonight was a bit difficult for me," he said in a careful voice.
I folded my arms and bit my lower lip as I looked downward, avoiding his gaze. He was truly tormented by this, which made me feel helpless. I murmured in a dead voice, "I'm trying really hard here, Killian. To be happy and to enjoy our new life with Hope here and celebrate that we're home. At least that is what I wanted to do. You're worried, and I get it, but whatever I say is not going to help this. I'm done talking." I turned and reached for the door and said without facing him as I walked out the bedroom door, "I'll be downstairs on the couch, watching some TV."
"Emma wait," he pleaded softly, but I didn't respond. I kept walking. I couldn't discuss Neal any further because here I thought that we would have a beautiful, romantic night alone and it turned to nothing but arguing and pain, and most of all, he didn't believe me.
Playlist ~
I Can't Take My Eyes Off You – Melanie Doane
White Flag – Dido
The Other Side – Evanescence
Let's Get Lost – Beck, Bat for Lashes
Monsters – Hurricane Bells
It's Only Love – Heather Nova
Black Cat Bone – Laika
Lucky – Bif Naked
Full of Grace – Sarah McLachlan
