The next day, Mr Gold was at his counter, putting on the final changes to a picnic lunch, when he heard a wheezing, groaning sound fill his shop. He looked up and saw the TARDIS materialise in the middle of his shop, and the Doctor, the Professor, Belle and Mother Superior all exited the ship.

"Guess what, Rumple," the Professor said, beaming and holding a red shawl he picked up from the TARDIS.

"What?" Mr Gold said, his cane making a light thud on the ground as he walked around the counter.

"I can have a third shot at having true love." Mr Gold looked confused, so the Professor continued. "Oh, well, we meet Oswin again. Though this time, she went by Clara."

"She's the one who made the souffles, right?" Mr Gold asked. "With the Daleks."

The Doctor nodded. "That's the one. Though she can't be possible."

"And why can't she be possible?" Mr Gold asked. "If the universe wants the Professor to be with this Clara or Oswin, there is nothing that we can do."

Reaching into his coat pocket, he pulled out the enchanted love heart he had made earlier. He placed it on the counter. "Do you mind if I use your safe?" he asked Mr Gold.

Mr Gold looked at the frozen heart. "Won't it melt?" he asked, pointing at the object.

The Professor shook his head. "No. I enchanted it. It won't melt. It won't break."

Nodding slightly, Mr Gold went towards his wall safe. He moved the picture and unlocked the safe, and opened it. The Professor picked up the heart, and he placed it inside before the door to the safe was shut and locked.

The Doctor looked around before heading back to his ship. "I suppose I should head off," he said. "Things to do, people to save. Mysteries to solve."

The Professor approached his father. "Stay with us. At least for a little while," he suggested.

Mother Superior approached them. "If you need solitude to solve these mysteries, the convent always has rooms to spare."

"I might just take that offer up," the Doctor said with a nod.

Belle took notice of the picnic basket on the counter, and she approached it. "What's this?" she asked, peering inside.

"Just a picnic lunch I was making for when you returned," Mr Gold answered.

"Oh, well, that looks delicious. Thank you very much, Rumple," Belle said with a smile before the doorbell at the front door jingled. They all turned around when Emma, David and Mary Margaret entered the shop and approached the counter.

"Ah. Nothing warms the heart more than a family reunited. You have your mother's chin, Ms Swan," Mr Gold noted.

"We know that you killed him," Emma stated bluntly. "And your father's tact."

"Wait … Someone's dead?" the Professor asked, looking around at everyone. "Doctor Hopper," Emma answered.

"That's Jiminy Cricket, right?" the Doctor asked, and everyone nodded in response.

"And why on earth would you think I had anything to do with that?" Mr Gold asked. "Because all the evidence points to Regina," Emma said.

"And she's not possibly capable of doing something so vile?" Belle asked sarcastically.

"It's a frame job," Emma stated.

"It wouldn't be the first time you used someone to try to hurt her," Mary Margaret said.

Mr Gold smiled slightly. A half-smile. "Nice to see your memory's still intact, dearie, but this time, I'm afraid I will have to disappoint you. It wasn't me.

"Why should we believe you?" David asked. "Because I can prove it. Ask the witness." "No one was there," Emma said.

"Well, that's not strictly true, now is it?" Mr Gold asked, a smirk growing on his face.


Minutes later, David entered the shop with Pongo on a leash, and Mr Gold, the Doctor, and the Professor bent down to pat him. "Hey, boy. Good boy. Good boy. Good boy," Mr Gold cooed.

"I didn't know you were such a dog person," Belle noted.

"Well, a long time ago, in another life, I got to know a sheepdog or two." "Same with me," the Doctor said. "Though mine was a robot dog."

"Well, that's fascinating. But unless you speak dog, how is Pongo going to tell us anything?" Emma asked.

"Oh, Emma. Don't underestimate Time Lords," the Professor stated.

"We can extract Pongo's memories," Mr Gold said.

"Extract?" David asked.

"You don't have to worry. Pongo here won't feel a thing."

"Why should we trust you? Couldn't you just as easily use magic to fool us?" Emma asked.

"Because I'm not gonna be the one using magic," Mr Gold said.

"Who is, then? The Professor? Mother Superior?"

"No." Mr Gold shook his head. "You are." "Me? How?" Emma asked.

Mr Gold walked towards a cabinet. "You have it within you. Told me so yourself." He then asked Mary Margaret, "You saw it, didn't you?"

"Emma, you don't have to do this..." Mary Margaret began to say to her daughter.

"If it tells us something about Archie's death, so be it," Emma said, just as Mr Gold returned to her with a dreamcatcher.

"Now... do you know what this is?" Mr Gold asked.

"A dreamcatcher."

"It's capable of catching so much more," Mr Gold said as he started to wave the dreamcatcher over Pongo, and it picked golden energy.

"What is that?" Belle asked.

"Memories," Mr Gold answered. He gave Emma the dreamcatcher. "Now, Ms Swan...you show us how."

"How? It's just a jumble," Emma said, holding it.

"Will it. Will it, and we shall all see."

"I can't."

"Yes, you can," Mr Gold said.

Emma focused. She focused hard on making sense of the memories in the dreamcatcher. Which happened, and through the dreamcatcher, everyone saw the outline of Regina and Doctor Hopper.

"Emma... You're doing it," David said.

"Regina..." Emma said, just as Regina started to choke Doctor Hopper. "No!" Mary Margaret said.

"You were right all along," Emma said, dropping the dreamcatcher when Pongo barked. It started her. "Why's he barking?"

"Because he knows there are people here who can speak with him," the Doctor said, approaching the dalmatian. "He can sense it. A dog's nose is a wonderful thing."

The Professor followed his father and knelt with him and Pongo. "I did tell you never to underestimate Time Lords."

Pongo continued to bark and whine, and the Doctor listened to him. Then, finally, he nodded and had a conversation with him. "Regina wasn't there..." he translated. "It didn't smell like Regina…."

"What are you talking about?" Emma asked.

The Professor got up and turned to Emma. "Yes. Of course. Pongo knows exactly who everyone is in Storybrooke. So he would know what Regina smells like. He's been near her before, and he hasn't barked at her before. Which means we have a visitor."

"So, Regina was framed then?" Mary Margaret asked.

The Doctor got up. "It would appear so. By someone whom he doesn't know. Someone who hasn't been in Storybrooke before."

"Who?" Emma asked.

"Cora," the Professor answered her. "She must have found a way to get here after Dad brought you guys here."

"I told you Cora always finds a way, dearie," Mr Gold said.

"We need to tell Regina," Mary Margaret said.