Meanwhile, in Storybrooke, the Professor and Clara were coming back from visiting the apartment of Clara's family – and checking in on Mr Gold, who was still unconscious in the back of the pawn shop. Walking down Main Street, Clara turned to him. "You know, we should find our own house," she said. "You know, somewhere where it's the three of us."

The Professor turned to look at her. "That would be nice," he said, wrapping an arm around Clara. "To have a place where we can make it our own."

Clara nodded. "Yes. It would be perfect," she said before catching something from the corner of her eye.

The Professor looked down at her. "What is it?" he asked.

"What's that?" she asked, pointing to something in the distance.

The Professor looked to where Clara was pointing. "Magic," he said before seeing lightning flicker across the clouds. "Dark magic. A dark curse …" He pulled Clara towards him, with Ellie in the middle of the two of them, and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

They held each other as the magic clouds engulfed them until they dissipated. They looked around. Nothing was any different, and they were still in Storybrooke.

"Are you alright?" the Professor asked.

Clara nodded. "I'm fine," she said as she heard footsteps approach them. They looked up and saw Granny, who had come from her diner. "Granny? What's wrong?" Clara asked.

"They're back," Granny answered.

"Who's back?"

"It's best that I showed you," Granny said, and the Professor and Clara followed her back to her diner, where they saw what Granny was talking about.

Regina, Robin, Henry, Roland, Hook, David and Mary Margaret were all passed out on the floor, wearing medieval-typed fashion. But the Doctor wasn't there.

"This was all that came through?" the Professor asked.

"Yes," Granny answered, watching everyone awaken and get up off the floor.

"What happened?" Clara asked.

"We're back," David asked as he looked around Granny's.

"Bloody hell," Hook muttered.

"This doesn't make any sense," Regina stated. "We were just walking into Camelot."

"What about my father?" the Professor asked. "Do you remember where he was?"

"He was with us. How long were we gone?"

"Six weeks," Clara answered.

"What?" Regina asked. They were gone six weeks, and she couldn't remember what had happened.

"Our memories. They're gone," David mused out loud.

"Again?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Where's Emma?" Hook asked as Emma poofed inside the diner in a cloud of black smoke, wearing a black leather outfit paired with bleach-blonde hair tied in a bun.

"Relax," she said coldly. "I'm right here."

Everyone turned to look at her.

"Mum?" Henry asked. "What happened to you?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Emma asked. "You went to Camelot to get the Darkness out of me. "She approached her mother and gently placed a hand over her cheek, but Mary Margaret flinched at the touch. "And you failed."

"But you remember what happened?" the Professor asked.

Emma turned to look at him. "I do."

"So you know where my father is?"

Emma was silent. "No. I don't." She turned to look at the rest of the group. "There's no Saviour in this town anymore."

Regina approached Emma. "Emma, stop talking like that. That's not you."

"It is exactly who I am."

"Then I will remind you of who you are." Regina patted her dress to search for the Dark One dagger, but she couldn't find it. It wasn't on her.

"Looking for this?" Emma held the dagger in front of her. "Nobody's going to touch this dagger but me. And now, you're about to be punished for what you all did to me."

"Emma…" Hook began, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I am the Dark One," she said before vanishing in a cloud of black smoke.