The following day, the Seven Dwarfs had gone to the town line to see what would happen if one of the Storybrooke Inhabitants crossed the town line. But the results weren't pretty. Sneezy had been nominated, and when he crossed over the line, his memories were gone. All that was left was those of Mr Clark, the man who maintained the pharmacy.
Concurrently, Regina was trying to get her magic back. She wanted her magic back and her son. She was determined to have both. She marched herself down the Pawn Shop and entered before starting to look everywhere for a book. One that her mother possessed.
She peeked behind every nook and cranny, not noticing that Mr Gold and the Professor had entered from the back room.
"The library's beneath the clock tower," Mr Gold stated, and Regina looked up from the books she was glancing through.
"You still have access to it, don't you?" The Professor asked her. "But, then … You did close it a while back now, wasn't it?"
Regina glared at them. "I need the book," she demanded as she closed the book in her hand and slammed it down on the counter. "I need to get my son back."
Mr Gold opened a case and slipped a vase inside. "Which book?" Mr Gold asked before he realised what she had implied. "Oh." He uttered a laugh. "So, it's come down to that, eh? You require your mummy's help?"
"Give me the book," Regina demanded again, walking over to him.
"So, you need the smell of the magical word so you can use magic again? You know, if you just relax…" the Professor began.
"I don't have time," Regina interrupted. "It worked once. I know I can do it. I just… I just need a shortcut back.'
"Yeah — well — we don't have time, either. Leave. Please." But nothing happened. It was not what usually happened. Not like during the time of the curse.
Regina just stood there. She smirked. "Well, how about that," she smiled. "Your 'pleases' have lost their punch."
"Well, the fact remains, jump-starting your magic is not in my best interests," Mr Gold replied.
"You know what else isn't in your best interest? Having everyone know the Enchanted Forest still exists. Knowing that we three are keeping that little secret," Regina said, hoping that a bit of blackmail would do the trick. "You're up to something. And it doesn't involve going back home." She ran her hand over the black suitcase beside her and began to unlock it. But the Professor pushed the lid back down again with a thud.
Mr Gold looked over at the suitcase and breathed deeply before magically producing a black book in a cloud of purple smoke. "Careful, dearie," he warned. "These are straight-up spells. Rough-in the system."
"I don't care if they turn me green," Regina told them, snatching the book. "I'm getting my son back." She turned around to head out of the shop.
Mr Gold stopped her and chuckled. "Oh, my."
Regina turned around. "What?" She demanded.
"It's just, holding that … I told you once you didn't look like her, but now…Now I can see it."
Regina stared at him before gasping. Ingesting a broad breath, she opened the door and marched out.
