A man walked back to his apartment back in New York City. He walked down the streets until he reached his building. Climbing up the stairs, he entered his apartment. It began to rain, and he went to his window to go and shut it, but it was jammed open. He attempted to close it again when he dropped his cellphone out of the window, down the fire escape. He leant out to have a look after it before letting out a sigh. A dove came to his window, and he looked up. The dove flew away, but it left a postcard behind. He picked it up, and the picture was of the Storybrooke Clock Tower. He flipped it over, where someone had written: "Broken".
Meanwhile, on the Main Street of Storybrooke, the purple cloud of magic dissipated, leaving Mary Margaret and David Nolan, with both their memories back, together in the street. "What's happening?" Mary Margaret asked her husband.
"Let's find out," David said, as he held Mary Margaret's hand and began walking down the street, where they found Ruby and Granny by the diner. They approached them.
"Snow?" Ruby asked Mary Margaret, hugging her best friend when the seven dwarves raced up to them.
"You're Highness?" Leroy asked as all the dwarves bowed down to them. "The Curse ... it's broken?"
"It appears so," David said.
"So what do we do now?" Ruby asked.
"Now... I find my daughter," Mary Margaret said, but she didn't have to look far because standing right behind her was Emma and Henry.
"So, it's true…" Emma asked.
Mary Margaret went up to her daughter, hugging her. "You found us."
"Grandpa?" Henry asked David, to which Mary Margaret laughed.
"Yeah, kid, I suppose so," David said, looking down at his grandson, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
"She did it. She saved you."
"She saved all of us."
"I... no…" Emma began to say.
"Uh, then why are we still here?" Leroy asked.
"That, my friend, is an excellent question," David said before all the seven dwarves started asking an array of questions, the majority being: "What was the purple mist?"
"Magic," Mother Superior approached. "It's here. I can feel it."
"Magic? In Storybrooke? But you're the Blue Fairy. Do something magical," Henry said.
"It's not quite that simple, Henry. No wand, no Fairy Dust, matters are complicated now."
"Let's go to the person responsible for bringing it, the Queen," Leroy said, making the dwarves nod in agreement.
"No, wait. It wasn't Regina," Emma stated.
