It took a while for her to remember where Mrs. Nolan was living seventeen years ago. Zelena couldn't even be sure that's where she was living now, but she had to at least try. She approached the house from which she had emerged cradling a baby named Emma in her arms. It still looked the same, but when Zelena saw that there was no car parked outside, she cursed to herself. Quickly making her way to the front door, she knocked on it several times. When nobody answered, Zelena decided to start peering in through the windows for any sign of movement from within. It was then that she heard a voice from her.
"Excuse me. Can I help you?"
Zelena turned around to face a blonde woman, who was standing there with her arms crossed.
"Uhh, yeah," said Zelena. "I'm a friend of Mary Margaret Nolan's, and I've been looking for her."
The woman arched an eyebrow. "You're her friend, are you? Well then, surely you would've known that she's been at the hospital for the past several months."
"The hospital?" Zelena replied, frowning. "Why? What happened?"
"Mental breakdown, last I'd heard," said the woman. "She's been in the mental health ward ever since. You look really familiar, by the way."
Zelena cleared her throat. "Yes, well, I used to live here."
The woman stared at her for a while, and then her eyes practically bulged from their sockets.
"Zelena?"
"Who's Zelena?" asked Zelena, trying to act as though she'd never heard the name before. "And who are you, for that matter?"
"It is you!" was the woman's response. "Zelena, it's me! Glinda."
Zelena examined her for a few seconds. That's why she looked familiar. It's Glinda.
"Glinda," Zelena echoed, trying to maintain her composure. "Since when did you live in this part of town?"
"I've lived here for years," Glinda said, almost glaring. "With my husband."
"Your husband?"
"That's what I said. Oh, here he is now."
Zelena glanced in the direction that Glinda was now looking in, and saw a man walking around the fence that divided Mrs. Nolan's house from the one next door.
"Is everything alright, babe?" he asked. Zelena didn't recognize him, but had to refrain from cringing at his use of 'babe'.
"Greg, you remember Zelena, right?" Glinda said. Her husband Greg looked Zelena up and down.
"Zelena? As in, the girl who left town and disappeared?"
"The very same," replied Glinda. "She's just here because... why are you here, Zelena? Last I'd heard, you and Eloise Gardener's brother had skipped town so you wouldn't get arrested by the cops."
"It's more complicated than that," said Zelena, "but I have to go now. If what you say is true, I need to get to the hospital."
Glinda looked offended. "That's it? No hello? Nothing? You're just gonna go?"
"You'll recall that we didn't part on good terms, Glinda," Zelena muttered. "Besides, I really couldn't care less about you or your life. Goodbye."
Zelena walked away from the Nolan house, determined to get to the hospital. Glinda and Greg Mendell watched her go, and he put an arm around her shoulders.
"That's really Zelena?" Greg said. "The mayor will want to hear about this."
"Yeah," Glinda said with a sigh. "I know..."

Emma had gone to Storybrooke for a chance to meet her real parents and find out the truth of what happened. She had never expected to be in a dungeon beneath a hospital with her mom, grandfather, and an apparently crazy doctor with a gun.
"I'm Dr. Jafar Sheffield," he proclaimed. "The only son of Leopold Blanchard, and your half-brother."
Mary Margaret, eyes wide, turned to face her father. "Is this true? Dad, is this true?!"
The old man who Emma knew was her own grandfather simply gave a weak nod while he slouched in his chair.
"He took me in at first," Dr. Sheffield said. "Gave me a place to sleep in his home... but his wife - your mother - never liked me. Eventually, my presence disturbed her so much that she demanded him to kick me out onto the streets. So that's exactly what he did. But now, it's time for recompense, Dad. I know you've hidden your millions of dollars somewhere, and you're going to tell me where they are!"
For the first time, Emma heard Leopold speak. "Go... fuck yourself... bastard..."
Rage contorted Dr. Sheffield's face, and he pointed his gun at Leopold. Mary Margaret screamed in despair, shielding Emma with her arms.
"No! Please, no! Dad!"
"Tell me where the money is..." snarled Dr. Sheffield, before pointing the gun at Mary Margaret and Emma, "...or your family dies here, and the Blanchard name will end with you and me, fading like a forgotten memory."
Leopold looked at the gun, and then at his daughter and granddaughter, before relenting.
"I'll... take you there..." he muttered, his voice weak and raspy.
Dr. Sheffield grinned down at him. "Good. That's all I needed to hear."

Meanwhile, David and Neal were still sitting in the waiting room. David looked down at his phone to check the time and let out a sigh.
"They're taking forever," he said. "I don't understand why Dr. Sheffield wouldn't let us go too."
Neal shrugged. "He said too many people might disturb Mom, remember?"
"I remember what he said," David muttered. "But we're her family too. Surely we wouldn't disturb her."
Suddenly, Zelena burst into the waiting room and marched over to the reception desk.
"Where is she?" she asked the receptionist. "Mary Margaret Nolan. I need to see her."
When David recognized her, he rose from his seat, eyes wide in shock. "It's you."
Zelena turned around to face him, and when her eyes met his, she nearly staggered back.
"It's you!"
"My dad already said that," Neal remarked. "How do you two know each other?"
"I thought you were in a coma," said Zelena. "I spent years remembering the day you fell down those stairs."
David scowled at her. "Obviously, I woke up. No thanks to you."
"Who is she, Dad?" asked Neal, starting to look somewhat concerned.
"Neal," said David, his eyes still fixated on Zelena. "This is the woman who took your sister away."
Zelena rolled her eyes. "Don't make it sound like I stole her! Your wife practically forced me to take her away from this place!"
"She was in an altered state of mind!" David roared. "She wasn't in any position to make those sorts of deals!"
"That's right, she was in an altered state of mind," replied Zelena. "She was completely drunk when I stopped by the house, passed out on the sofa, while Emma lay there in her room, crying her eyes out!"
David shook her head, anger blazing in his blue eyes. "She never would have been in that situation if you hadn't threatened her about-"
He stopped suddenly, remembering that Neal was in the room. The last thing he wanted to do was blurt out to the entire hospital waiting room that Mary Margaret had an affair with Whale years ago, around the time that Emma was conceived.
"This is bullshit!" Zelena snapped. "Where's Emma? Where is she?!"
"She's down in the mental health ward," Neal said. "Visiting her real mom!"
Zelena glared at Neal from across the room. "You're the little shit who came to our apartment, aren't you?"
"Don't you dare speak to him that way!" yelled David.
"Will both of you please shut up?" asked a nearby nurse, looking annoyed at the two of them.
"Where's the mental health ward?" Zelena asked her. The nurse pointed down a corridor, and Zelena nodded, before walking towards it.
"Ma'am, I'm afraid it isn't visiting hours-"
"Fuck off!" she barked at the nurse, before disappearing down the corridor. She broke into a jog as she hurriedly traversed the corridor towards the mental health ward. Zelena had turned a corner when two pairs of rough hands grabbed her. She turned her head to see two men dressed in white on either side of her, and then they started dragging her to the mental health ward.
"What the hell are you doing?" she demanded. "Let me go! Now!"
But apparently they were deaf, because neither one of them seemed to hear what she had said. They took her downstairs to another corridor, this one dimly lit and lined with heavy steel doors. As Zelena was dragged down the corridor, she noticed that one of the doors was labelled "NOLAN, M." and she tried to scramble towards it, but the two men had firm grips. Eventually, they came to a door with no words on it. One of the men unlocked the door and opened it, and the other one hurled her into the room on the other side, before the door slammed again and locked.
"Let me out!" screamed Zelena. "You can't fucking do this! Let me out!"
Feeling tears start to sting her eyes, she looked around at the plain room that she had been imprisoned in. It consisted of nothing but white brick walls and a bed that looked about as comfortable as a concrete slab.
"Emma!" Zelena continued to scream at the top of her lungs, pounding on the steel door. "EMMA!"

When Dr. Sheffield stepped into the waiting room, both David and Neal stood up.
"What's going on?" David asked. "Where are Emma and Mary Margaret?"
Dr. Sheffield gave him a pleasant smile. "They're just catching up. Mary Margaret is doing well. However, she did ask you to retrieve something for her and bring it here."
David frowned. "What is it?"
"An egg."
Neal and David exchanged confused looks. "A what?"
Dr. Sheffield shrugged, and handed David a small square of paper with something written on it. "I don't understand the significance of it. She just said that it was important that you go to this address and retrieve a golden egg."
David read the address on the piece of paper, and narrowed his eyes.
"But... this is where the Mills family lives."
"Nonetheless," said Dr. Sheffield, "your wife said it's important. You can see her when you get back with what she needs."
"Alright, fine," David said, before looking at Neal. "Come on. Let's go find this golden egg."