On the other side of the world was a town. A hidden gem on the coast of Maine. A town filled with people from fairytale and stories from another realm. Belle French was one of the inhabitants who lived there. She was walking down Main Street until she arrived at the Clock Tower, which also harboured the town library. She took the key out and put it in the lock, turning it. It worked. She was supposed to meet someone here. But she didn't know who it was. There was only one way to find out.

Turning the door handle, she pushed the door open and walked inside. She looked at the shelves of books and smiled softly. She had always loved a good book. She walked further into the library until she got to some tables and chairs, where the Professor and Mr Gold were sitting.

"We may sit in our library and yet, be in all corners of the Earth," Mr Gold read before closing a book and placing it on the table. Mr Gold was otherwise known as Rumplestiltskin, a centuries-old sorcerer known as the Dark One. He had known the Doctor since he was a child – when his father abandoned him. And he was also Belle's true love.

Belle smiled softly. "You guys gave me the key."

The Professor nodded. He was the Doctor's son. For the past 150 years – since Mr Gold became the Dark One – he lived with him to protect him from the Silence and Madame Kovarian. The Doctor knew Rumple and knew a bubble universe would be the safest place for his son. "Well, I heard that you were interested in working here and told Rumple about it," the Professor told Belle. "He was the one who made all the arrangements. And um ... if you decide to take it, there's an apartment for you upstairs..."

Belle gave a half-smile towards Mr Gold. "Rumple, if… If this is some way to win me back after everything you-"

"No … That's not why I'm here. I came because you're right… About me. I am a coward. I have been my entire life-" Mr Gold began. He owed it to Belle. He owed her the truth—all of it. "I have tried to live up to the Doctor's expectations. To be like him. But I'm nothing like him. I tried to make up for everything by collecting power, and the power became so important that I couldn't let go. Looking after his son, I tried to correct the wrongs I have done with the most important person in my life."

"Your son?" Belle asked.

"Baelfire is his name. After he left, I dedicated myself to finding him. I went down many, many paths. Until I found a curse that could take me to the land where he'd escaped."

"Here."

Mr Gold nodded. "And I found myself in this little town with only one thing left to do – wait for someone to break the curse so that I could leave and find him."

"But instead of looking for him, you… You brought magic."

"Because I'm still a coward. Magic has become a crutch that I can't walk without. And, even if I could, I now know I can never leave this place."

"Because anyone who leaves forgets the people they love. So, when you go to look for Baelfire, you won't know him."

"Magic comes with a price. Belle, I must break this new curse. That's why I was using magic. That night you saw the Professor and me down in the basement. I have lost so much that I loved. I didn't want to lose you again without you knowing everything. Goodbye, Belle."

Mr Gold got up from his seat and began to leave, but Belle stopped him. "Do you, uh… Have you ever had a hamburger?" she asked.

But before they could answer, Moe French opened the doors. "How did you find us?" the Professor asked.

"I saw Belle come here. I ca-came to see my daughter," Moe replied, then turned to face his daughter. "Belle, sweetheart. I'm sorry. I can't sleep at night knowing my only daughter is mad at me..."

The Professor eyed Moe carefully. "Belle…" he began, gesturing her to get behind him. "Stay away from him."

"Why...?" Belle asked, doing what the Professor told her to do.

"Don't listen to him, Belle," Moe said. "He's just like Rumplestiltskin. He's trying to break up our family."

"You don't have a family. Not here," the Professor told him. "You're not the real Moe French. You're a pale imitation of him. And the stench - It gives it away."

Moe stood still, not even flinching. A Dalek eyestalk began to grow from his forehead and a blaster through his palm. Everyone watched in shock.

"No … It can't be …" the Professor muttered.

Mr Gold faced the clone of Moe and conjured up a fireball, throwing it at him. But the fireball did nothing. It sizzled out on contact. "That's not possible," Mr Gold muttered.

Moe moved closer and raised his hand, and aimed it at Mr Gold. He shot at him, then Belle and the Professor. The three slumped to the floor, and Moe looked down at them. He opened his mouth. "RUM-PLE-STILTS-KIN HAS BEN AC-QUI-RED! BELLE HAS BEEN AC-QUI-RED! THE PRO-FES-SOR HAS BEEN AC-QUI-RED!"