While the Doctor and Belle went to London to find and track down Clara, the Professor and Mr Gold made their way to the Storybrooke cemetery. They entered Regina's vault, knowing that's where Regina would be. And sure enough, that's where she was. Placing a red rose on her mother's white tomb.

"Black always was your colour," Mr Gold noted as he approached the tomb, followed by the Professor.

Regina looked up and saw them. "I'm here to bury my mother. So if you've come to gloat …."

"No, no. We're also here to pay our respects," the Professor said, stepping forward and placing the rose he was holding next to Regina's. "We weren't that close, but a remembrance is always good."

"Cora will always have a place in my heart," Mr Gold added.

Regina stared at Mr Gold. "You killed her to save your own life," Regina said.

"Sadly, desperate time call for desperate measures."

"Like getting Mary Margaret to trick me into killing my mother? You may be able to hide behind your dagger, but she can't. She's going to die for what she did."

The Professor shook his head. "Why? What would killing Mary Margaret do?"

Mr Gold shook his head. "You still don't get it, do you, Regina? We all know killing her will cost you the thing you want most – Henry. So why don't you give up this obsession with vengeance? You know it can never make you happy."

"Yes, it will," Regina stated firmly.

"You had a curse worth of vengeance," Mr Gold said, "and what did it get you? A gaping hole in your heart."

Regina turned her head to Mr Gold. "That was your curse."

"Which you cast. Still haven't learned your lesson, have you?"

"What lesson?"

"The same one your mother learned a long time ago. You can't have everything. She wanted power, ripped out her own heart to get it. You want vengeance? Henry's the price you'll pay. Time to cut your losses."

Regina shook her slowly. "Never. I will have my son. And I will have my vengeance. I will find a way to have everything."


The next day in Mary Margaret and David's apartment, David walked over to Emma and Henry, sitting at the counter eating breakfast. David had just been with his wife, who was still in bed, curled up. She still felt terrible about what had happened to Cora, that she had gotten Regina to kill her mother.

Emma looked up when David walked past her. "Anything?" she asked. David looked back at his wife. "She won't eat a bite."

Henry looked at Mary Margaret for himself. "What's wrong with her?"

"Nothing," Emma lied. "She's just a little sick." Which wasn't a total lie, anyway. She then took a glance at her father.

"You guys are lying to me, aren't you?" Henry asked them.

"No one's lying," Emma said.

"You are," Henry told his mother. "Just like you did about my dad."

Emma placed her left hand on Henry's shoulder. "Henry, I ..." she began, but Henry pulled away. Emma took another glance at David, their gaze meeting each other. "He's right. No more lying."

"Emma..." David began.

"He deserves to know," Emma added. David sighed. "Here's the thing, Henry," Emma continued. "Cora's death. Mary Margaret was partially responsible for it. And that's why she's so upset."

"No. No, she couldn't," Henry said. "She was trying to protect us."

"But she's Snow White. She wouldn't hurt anybody," Henry said as the TARDIS materialised in the Blanchard loft. Everyone turned to watch it before the doors opened. The Professor was the first one out, and he carried Clara. He carried her over to the bed – where Mary Margaret was. The following person out was the Doctor. He moved over to the kitchen and grabbed a jug of water and a glass. He brought them over to the bed and poured a glass of water that he put down on the bedside table.

"Hey, hey, hey ... What's going on?" David asked. "Who's that?" Emma asked.

"Clara," the Professor replied.

The last person out of the TARDIS was Mr Gold. David saw and turned his attention to him as Mr Gold took a step out of the blue box. "You. Get out!" he demanded.

Mr Gold shook his head. "I think you're gonna want to hear what I have to say," he said, then pointed at Mary Margaret. "For her sake."

Emma approached him now. "What are you talking about?"

"Regina," Mr Gold answered. "She's planning to strike back against your mother."

"What is she gonna do to her?" Henry asked.

"Well, she didn't say."

"No," David said. "You don't get to come in here and drop a bomb like that. You're going to figure this out, and you'll help us."

"And why should I?"

"Because, aside from us being family now, Mary Margaret saved your life. Now you owe her a debt. And you always pay your debts, don't you? So you're going to help us stop Regina."


Back in London, a middle-aged woman was pacing backwards and forwards in her office. She was the one behind the wifi attack on Clara Oswald. And she didn't know why the attempt had failed. No one had done such a thing before. Another man walked into the room, and she turned around to face them. "Well? She asked.

"Our hacker sent us a message," the man said as he walked over to be in front of a screen and pressed a button. Words appeared on the screen in front of them.

UNDER OUR PROTECTION – THE DOCTOR

"I assume he's talking about the girl," the man continued. "The strange thing is the location of where the message came from." The woman looked over at the man in a confused way. "It came from America. But the coordinates don't lead anywhere. Just a random, empty spot in Maine."

The woman pursed her lips. "Get out," she told the man. "I have to speak to our client."

The man did as the woman told him and left her in the room. She then pressed a button on the screen. "Sir. The one you told me about. He sent me a message. From a town you told me about: Storybrooke."