At the front of the shop, Emma looked down at the invisible chalk still in her hand. She knelt at the door and began to draw a line across it. It scratched along the floor as she focused on it.
Neal approached her, watching. "Missed a spot," he joked.
Emma stopped and looked up. "You're hilarious," she said, then continued drawing the line again. "I didn't know you were magical."
Emma stopped again. "Oh, my. Are you judgy about this? Cause you're not allowed to have opinions about surprises, Mr Son-of-Rumplestiltskin."
Emma resumed her line drawing when Neal said, "Oh..." "What 'oh'?"
"I didn't mean for Tamara to be a surprise."
"You think I care that a guy I dated a decade ago is engaged?"
David came back into the front room, saying, "We're all clear outside." He then looked at Emma and Neal. "Everything okay?"
Both Emma and Neal nodded.
Back in the back room, Mary Margaret was still with Mr Gold. And she was still holding the double-ended candle. "You're not getting any better, are you?"
"The candle can save me. There's nothing else," Mr Gold said.
"I wouldn't use this to save my mother. So what makes you think I would use it for you?" "Because you're all grown up now. And for once, our interests are aligned."
Mary Margaret sighed. "She dies instead of you."
"I know you can do this. I know you wanna do this." "There's no coming back from murder."
"And there's no coming back from death, either. And that's what will happen to your loved ones."
"Even if I were to do this … the candle only works if you whisper the victim's name over them."
"The heart will do."
"Cora's heart. It's not in her body."
"Use the candle, curse the heart, and then, here comes the tricky part." "That's not the tricky part?"
"You have to put the heart back inside Cora's body," Mr Gold said, then whispered, "She will die. And I will live."
"There's another way ... I get Cora's heart. I control her and make her do the right thing, letting you die. Takes care of two evils at once."
Mr Gold laughed. "I just imagined poor Henry's face when he finds out you killed his grandpapa."
Emma then came back into the room. "I drew the invisible line. I think. What now? You cast a protection spell?"
"No, no," Mr Gold said. "You're going to do that for me. I'm relying on you."
"I can't cast a spell. But, I can spell 'spell'."
"You can. It's in you."
"How? Here? Like, from my mind?" "Just try."
Emma took a deep breath and thought about it. She hoped she could do this. She needed to do it. But it felt so hard.
"Stop thinking," Mr Gold blurted out. "Conjuring magic is not an intellectual endeavour. It's emotion. You must ask yourself, 'WhyamIdoingthis?WhoamIprotecting?' Feel it."
Emma turned around and tried again. This time, she was using Mr Gold's advice. She breathed deeply and relaxed as a protection spell appeared in front of the Pawn Shop.
"Oh, yes. You feel it?" Mr Gold asked. "Yeah. I think I did," Emma said.
"Good girl. Very good girl," Mr Gold said as the Doctor, the Professor and Belle returned from the TARDIS.
"Well, the Zero Room is all set up," the Doctor said as he and the Professor helped him up from the bed in the office. Once he was up, they walked with him to the room. After a few minutes, they entered the Zero Room and entered the empty room.
"Do I just sit on the floor?" Mr Gold asked.
"No, of course not, Rumple," the Professor said. "It doesn't follow the laws of physics in here. You can make it on an imaginary chair or lay on an imaginary bed."
Mr Gold nodded and went forward and began to sit down. It felt strange – not sitting on an actual chair – but when he got used to it and comfortable, he began to lay down – his back against a wall.
