Meanwhile, Henry was at the Storybrooke wishing well. He had just finished setting up dynamite around the base of the well – with the intent of blowing it up to get rid of magic. He didn't think anyone would find him so quickly. But they had. Or at least one, anyway.
It was Regina. Poofing behind him, she approached her adopted son. "Henry?" Henry blew out the lit match that he held and turned around. "What are you doing?" she continued to ask.
Henry picked up the group of dynamite. "I'm getting rid of magic. It's ruining everything. And you can't stop me." He placed it back down on the edge of the well.
"All that's gonna do is get you killed."
Henry began to take out another match and prepared to light it. "You say that because you need magic. So you can cast that curse on me." He struck the match against the side of the box, lighting it. But, before he could light the dynamite, Regina poofed it away. Henry looked at it, then at Regina – dropping the match.
Regina approached him. "I can't lose you, henry. You mean too much to me."
"Then don't cast the curse. Don't kill Mary Margaret."
"Henry, she has to pay."
"The curse, it won't make me love you for real. It'll be fake."
Regina took out the piece of parchment from her coat pocket. "But it will be something. I know it's hard for you to understand right now, but you'll see. We can be happy. We can have everything."
Henry slowly shook his head. "Not like this." He stepped back away from his mother.
"Hey! Regina!" Emma said as she made it to the well. Running past the others. "Get away from my son!" Behind her were David, Neal, and the Doctor.
Regina slowly turned around. "He's not yours. He's mine. And after I cast this, you'll never see him again."
The Doctor took a step forward. "Think about it. There's always another way."
"No, there's not," Regina stated.
"If you wanna kill Mary Margaret, you'll have to go through all of us," Emma said.
"Okay," Regina said, something that she could agree on. She made a fireball in her right hand, making David pull out his gun.
The Doctor sighed. "What is that going to do?" he asked, aiming his sonic screwdriver at Regina. Henry ran in front of Regina and stood in the middle of everyone. "Stop!" he exclaimed.
Neal tried to run forward, but Emma stopped him. "Henry, get out of the way!"
"Not until someone helps me destroy magic!"
"There's no way to get rid of it. You can't just blow it up," Regina stated. "Magic isn't the problem, kid," Emma said. "It's her."
"It's not just her. It's everyone!" Henry stated. "Look what magic did to Mary Margaret." He turned to Regina. "Looks what it did to you. It's ruining everything. It makes good people do terrible things."
"And bad people," Emma added and held out her hand to Henry.
Looking at it, Henry turned to Regina. "Please. It's going to destroy my family. Help me get rid of it."
"I can't do that, Henry," Regina said. "But there is something I can do." She took the curse scroll out of her pocket and held it up before she dropped it into the fireball and making it dissipate.
"Thank you," Henry said, and everyone relaxed. For a moment, anyway. He then went over to Emma and hugged her when a plane flew overhead them, barely missing the treetops, which made everyone look up at it.
"That plane almost destroyed this town!" Regina yelled.
"So did you," Emma said.
"Well …planes don't normally fly that close."
Having gone into one of the plane's bathrooms to poof back down to Storybrooke, the Professor and Clara were now back in the Blanchard Loft. Clara looked around. She still couldn't believe it. "That was … That was … Wow..." Clara panted, trying to catch her breath.
Mr Gold approached them both. "Did you two see that plane?" he asked after talking with Mary Margaret.
The Professor nodded, his hands on his hips, thinking about everything that had happened recently. "Yeah, we did. Disaster averted, by the way," he said before they heard the wheezing and groaning of the TARDIS, appearing right in front of them.
The Doctor, David, Emma, Neal, and Henry exited the TARDIS. "I do believe they found us," the Doctor said.
"Yeah. I saw one of those base stations down the street," the Professor replied.
"What does that mean for us?" David asked.
"It means, dearie, that this problem is much worse than we've feared," Mr Gold stated. "If whoever is behind the Wi-Fi is throwing planes into our midst, then Storybrooke isn't safe anymore."
"But, didn't the Doctor send me here to be safe?" Clara asked.
"Well, I thought you would be," the Doctor admitted. "But we do have the Dark One on our side." This made a small smile form on Mr Gold's face.
"Could we make Storybrooke invisible again?" Emma asked.
"Well, not invisible. But there is a way to use active camouflage," the Professor answered.
"Right. Let's make that happen," David said.
"So, it will keep people out?" Emma asked.
"Not quite. You will know that it's there to the viewer, but you wouldn't want to know it."
"Though, there are people immune to it," the Professor added. "Usually brilliant-minded people. Or people aware of it in the first place. So, if our friend Greg Mendell invited 'her', it would be pointless."
"Which is why we need to get our friend Mr Mendell out of town," Mr Gold said.
"He's in no rush. He told me he loved the nature walks," Emma said.
Everyone sighed.
"I'm sorry, but how will this help me?" Clara asked. "They know I'm here."
The Doctor looked at Mr Gold. "Rumple, you go with Clara and the Professor to London," he said. "I'll stay here and work on this perception filter."
Mr Gold nodded and approached the TARDIS, followed by the Professor and Clara. The two men made their way to the centre console while Clara looked at the interior. She was amazed at what she was seeing. A ship that was bigger on the inside than the outside. One that was camouflaged as a blue police box.
The Professor looked back at her as he typed something on the navigational keyboard. "It's a spaceship that's bigger on the inside," he said as Clara joined him and watched what he was doing.
They flew the TARDIS, with Clara watching both. "So, you know how to fly a spaceship?" she asked Mr Gold.
"Yeah. Well, it's easy when one has been taught," Mr Gold said.
"And who taught you?"
"The Doctor, of course. When he was my guardian, while I was a child."
"What happened to your family?"
Mr Gold was silent. "They left me. Abandoned me. There's nothing left to tell."
Everyone was silent for the rest of the trip. Hearing the troubling tale of Mr Gold's family dampened the mood. But it wasn't too long before the TARDIS finally landed. The three exited the ship to find they were on the banks of the River Thames. "But … But … It should be night here," Clara began. "If it was the afternoon in Storybrooke."
"It's a time machine," the Professor said. "We just had a quick hop into the future."
"So tomorrow's come early then?"
Mr Gold scoffed at the thought as he looked around. "No. of course not, dearie. We only took a shortcut."
The three began to walk down the street, hoping to stumble aboard a cafe. After about a half-hour walk, they found one in a high-end shopping area, and the three ordered their meal. And the Professor took out Clara's laptop that he had taken with him. It already had a connection to whoever was behind the WiFi attacks. It would be easy to form another connection now.
"So if we can travel anywhere in time and space, why did we travel in the morning? What's the point in that?" Clara asked.
"Well, the source of the base stations comes from London. They're tracking us. I thought a quick hop to the morning would throw them a little bit. They would have spent the whole night looking for us." The Professor looked at the screen again. "They're going to have to be close. London, by the signal we've picked up."
"Can you hack them?" Mr Gold asked.
"Only their lowest level of their operating system. But it's not giving me a physical location. The security is too good."
Clara looked over at the Professor. "Are you an alien?"
"I am. Are you all right with that?" the Professor replied.
"I'm still here, aren't I?"
"So, what happens if you do find them? What happens then?"
"I don't know. I can't tell the future."
"The future is complicated anyway," Mr Gold said. "The future is a great trap—a big puzzle waiting to be solved. And never what it seems. Seeing the inevitable can be a terrible price."
Clara stared at both men. "You don't have a plan?" "Well ..." the Professor began.
"People always have plans."
"I suppose they do. So, how long have you been looking after those kids with that family?"
"About a year - since their mum died. I was going to stay for a week before I travelled, but..."
"She died before you got the chance?" the Professor said. "And you never got the chance to see anything and live experiences..."
Clara put her milkshake aside and reached for the laptop. "Give me," she said, pulling it to her. But the Professor stopped her.
"What?" he asked.
"You need to know their location, right?" "Yes."
"I can do it," Clara said, getting the laptop back again. "You've hacked the lower operating system. I'll have their physical location in under five minutes. While you two wait, you two can get us a coffee."
"What makes you think you can find them?" the Professor asked.
"They uploaded me and put computing stuff in my head."
"So do I."
"I have insane hacking skills."
"I'm from space and the future and have lived with Rumple for over 150 years."
"150 years?"
"Yeah."
"I can find them in under five minutes plus photographs … 150 years?"
"Yeah."
"Well, you look good."
"Thanks."
"Coffee. Go get. Five minutes. I promise."
The Professor began to get up, and so did Mr Gold. "The security is absolute."
"It's never about the security. It's about the people."
The Professor and Mr Gold left her be and walked inside the cafe. Seeing an old Italian man, they approached him. "Three lattes, please," the Professor said.
The Old Man smiled. "One moment, sir," he said and went over to the coffee machine. But then, he stopped and stood up straight before turning to both the Professor and Mr Gold. "You realise you haven't the slightest of saving your little friend?" He said, now speaking in a British accent.
Mr Gold looked over at the man. "Excuse me, dearie?"
Energy pulsated again through him. "I said, 'One moment, Sir," the Old Man said, back in his natural Italian accent. Energy pulsated through him again. "I said, 'There is no chance that you can save your little friend.' And don't annoy the older man. He isn't speaking," he said, the British accent back.
Energy pulsated through him again, and the older man then returned to his work, and the waitress behind the duo started to talk. "I'm speaking," she said, making them turn around to look at the waitress. "Just using whatever's to hand."
"Whoever is using these people to speak to us must be who's behind all this," Mr Gold said. "Check on Miss Oswald. I'll stay here."
The Professor nodded and turned to leave the room.
"Now, I want you to look around," the waitress – who was still possessed by Ms Kizlet - said to Mr Gold. "Go on. Have a little stroll. And see how impossible your situation is. Go on. Look. I do love showing off."
Mr Gold observed her. "Oh, my situation isn't as impossible as you think, dearie. I always win.
Done so for quite some time. Usually alone."
Energy pulsated through her again. Finally, Ms Kizlet was done using her body. "You alright, sir?" she asked before leaving him.
Mr Gold took a deep breath before hearing another energy pulse. This time, it was a young girl.
"Just let me show you what control of the Wi-Fi can do for one," the girl said. "Stop!" As soon as she said the word, all the people in the room stood still, and a blue light covered them. They had been hacked.
"That's nothing compared to what I can do," Mr Gold said.
"And clear!" The girl said as everyone left the building and the Professor came back in. "What happened in here?" He asked.
"Oh, our friend was just showing us what she can do with the Wi-Fi," Mr Gold said as Ms Kizlet took over a newsreader on the TV.
"We can hack anyone in the Wi-Fi once they've been exposed enough," she said.
"So, you have one of your servers here?" The Professor asked as he and Mr Gold walked over to the TV.
"We have them everywhere. We've released thousands into the world. They home in on the Wi-Fi like rats sniffing cheese."
"But how did you get them in Storybrooke?" Mr Gold asked.
"Oh, that was the client's doing. He has organised everything."
"This client of yours, whoever he is, has put the whole world in danger," the Professor stated.
"The People of this world are in no danger whatsoever," the newsreader said. "My client requires a steady diet of living human minds. Healthy free-range human minds. He loves and cares for humanity. He can't get enough out of it."
"Not when the people I care about are involved," Mr Gold said.
"This is life. The farmer tends his flock like a loving parent. The abattoir is not a contradiction. No one loves cattle more than Burger King."
"This ends, dearie," Mr Gold said, walking closer to the TV. "This will end today."
"How? You don't even know where we are."
"Oh, but my name is Rumplestiltskin. And I always find a way."
Once their chat with Ms Kizlet ended, they headed back to the outdoor balcony to meet Clara. But they were shocked to find out what had happened. Somehow, a server – disguised as the Professor -had found them and managed to upload Clara.
The Professor stopped at the sight of it. "Oh, no," he said as he walked up to it.
Mr Gold followed and had a look at the laptop and inspected what was on the screen. "Well, it
appears she did find them."
The Professor looked up. "Where are they?" "Someplace called The Shard."
The Professor looked over at the London skyline, where he noticed a building close by. "There it is," he said, pointing at the building known as the Shard. "Now we have to infiltrate it."
"Allow me, dearie. I know exactly what to do."
