A few days later, Mr Gold and Belle were still with the Doctor and the others. So, it was left to the Professor to mind the Pawn Shop. He was at the counter when he heard the front doorbell jingle. He looked up to see Doctor Whale stagger in. A one-armed Doctor Whale, carrying a cooler over his right shoulder.
Doctor Whale made his way over to the counter where the Time Lord stood, placing the cooler he carried on top of the counter. He opened it, where the Professor saw what was inside. Doctor Whale's other arm. Surrounded by ice.
The Professor nodded slowly as he looked at it. "I know Rumple says he charges an arm and a leg; he doesn't mean it literally," he said.
"Put it back," Doctor Whale said.
"In one moment," the Professor said. So, he wanted magic? He was reminded of something that had happened back in the Enchanted Forest. When Doctor Frankenstein had told both him and Rumple that he didn't need magic. He had to get Mr Gold. He had to know. Taking his phone out of his brown tweed coat pocket, he dialled him and put the phone on speaker before resting it on the counter. "Hey. It's me. You'd never guess who just came in here," he said, once Mr Gold had answered.
"Who?" Mr Gold asked through the phone.
"Doctor Whale. Victor, himself. He wants his arm put back on. From the whispers through this town, apparently, Daniel ripped his arm off after he reanimated him."
"He wants you to reattach his arm? With magic?" Mr Gold repeated. So, the great Doctor who studied science wanted magic to heal him. Ironic, really.
"Well, either of you. Can you do it?" Doctor Whale asked.
"Of course, I could," Mr Gold replied. "But I can't. There's the matter of me being in the TARDIS. I'm not actually in Storybrooke, dearie. But, I'm sure the Professor could."
"Alright." Doctor Whale turned to the Professor. "Do it."
"But first, I need you to say why," Mr Gold stated.
Doctor Whale sighed. "Because I want to use it again."
"Obviously." Mr Gold chuckled. "I meant, why bring that stable-boy back from the dead? Why now?"
"I thought ..." Doctor Whale said as he looked down. "I thought that if I helped her, she would return me to my world. I want to see my brother again. To try to bring him back again."
"Again?"
"The first time ended badly. I need to return and try once more."
"World jumping is beyond her abilities," the Professor replied. "But I'm sure we could help. Well, my father and I. But, if we do go back, Storybrooke Hospital loses a talented doctor."
Doctor Whale nodded slowly. "My arm? You said you can do it?"
"Of course," the Professor nodded. "But, first, we need to sort out a price."
"Name it."
"Say it," Mr Gold stated.
"Say what?" Doctor Whale answered.
"You know what. You came to the Professor. I'm guessing in the Pawn Shop. And not the hospital. So, say it."
Doctor Whale leaned his head back and scoffed softly. He then slowly took his overcoat off, revealing a bloody left stump where his left arm should be. "I need magic."
"That's all I wanted to hear," Mr Gold said as the Professor waved his hand. And within a flash, Doctor Whale's left arm was instantly attached.
Doctor Whale looked at his fingers as he moved them slowly.
"Always a pleasure doing business with you, Victor," Mr Gold said through the phone before hanging up.
