The next day, Mary Margaret had gone for a walk in the woods – to clear her head – when she came across August. He was entirely made of wood now. Still alive, but no longer a real boy. He had gone back to being a puppet - a living puppet. But he had not thought that Tamara had come to town. Tamara was Neal's fiancé, but she was also the 'her' that Greg was talking to. They had a plan to destroy magic and remove it from the real world. When August found that out, he wanted to warn the others. But Tamara had found him first and used her taser to kill him. And it was where the Professor and Clara found him.

He was outside the Sheriff Station, with Emma, Henry, David, Mary Margaret, and Marco surrounding him. The Professor inched closer, with Clara following close behind, holding onto his hand. "Is that … August?" he asked. But he knew it was. It had been months since he had last seen him.

August looked at Emma from his spot in his father's – Marco's – arms. "Emma ..." he said weakly. "She's… she's..." But he wasn't able to finish his sentence. Instead, his body fell to the ground, the warmth of life stolen from death's cold embrace.

"Oh, no," Marco said, cradling his son's lifeless body, and began to sob. "Not again."

Neal was walking past when he saw everyone. He approached before he saw what was going on. "August?"

Mary Margaret looked down at August. "No," she said. "It can't end this way. He was supposed to get a second chance."

"What happened?" Neal asked.

"Someone killed him to stop him from telling us what happened," Emma explained. "He used his last dying breath to warn us. I will not let that be in vain."

The Professor looked down at August. He was sad to see him go. Seeing him upset, Clara gave his hand a soft, gentle squeeze. "He was Pinocchio, right?" She asked. The Professor nodded. "In the story, he didn't die. There was a fairy who revived him. He was supposed to be brave, truthful, and unselfish. That's why the fairy revived him in the first place."

Everyone looked over at Clara as Mother Superior joined them. "That fairy was me, Clara," she said. "I was able to turn Pinocchio into a real boy after he sacrificed his life for Marco's." She walked around the group to stand behind August's head. "So, if his actions today were the same as last time – brave, truthful and unselfish – then I could do it again."

"Please. I beg of you. Try," Marco pleaded.

Mother Superior nodded, took out her wand, and aimed it at August's lifeless wooden body. The wand glowed as it transformed the wooden August into a real, young boy again.

"Father?" The young Pinocchio asked.

"Pinocchio?" Marco asked to which everyone smiled in relief at the event. "Look," Marco continued, holding his hand.

"I'm a real boy," Pinocchio said. "I'm a real boy!"

Marco helped his son up and gave him a warm hug. But, as he did so, Tamara also joined the group - after watching from afar.

Neal turned his head to look at her. "Honey."

"It's… It's true," Tamara said, looking over at Pinocchio and Marco.

Mother Superior bent down to Pinocchio's level. "Do better this time, Pinocchio," she said, tapping his nose lightly.

Tamara looked back at Neal. "Pinocchio? That's..."

"Yeah," Neal said.

Emma went over to Pinocchio. "Pinocchio, I have to ask you a question. I need you to think hard, okay? Before you turned into a little boy, you were trying to tell us very important. Do you remember? You were trying to warn us about something."

"I don't remember," Pinocchio said. "If I did, I would be truthful. I promise." He then walked off with Marco and Mother Superior before Emma and Henry went to Mary Margaret and David. Though the Professor and Clara stayed where they were. Same with Neal and Tamara.

Clara turned to the Time Lord. "I just saved the life of Pinocchio," Clara said. "Okay. Wow. Thought I'd never say that."

The Professor chuckled. "You did," he said, looking over at Tamara, and he frowned, furrowing his brows in the process.

"What's wrong?" Clara asked, catching the Professor looking over at Tamara.

"Oh, nothing," he replied. "I noticed that when Emma was talking to Pinocchio, it looked like Tamara was sweating. I could just be overthinking it, though."

Clara mulled over this thought when the Doctor ran over to join them. "What did I miss?" he asked.

"Well, Clara just saved Pinocchio's life," beamed the Professor. "Wait … You were gone?"

"Ooh, not bad. Not bad at all," the Doctor said. "Just running some errands."

Clara looked at the Doctor curiously. "You were there..." she muttered.

"Who was?" The Professor asked.

"The Doctor. He was there at my mum's grave. He was watching. What were you doing there?"

"I don't know. I was making sure," the Doctor said.

"Of what?"

"You remind me of someone."

"Who?"

"Someone who died."

"Well, whoever she was, I'm not here, okay? I'm not a bargain-basement stand-in for somebody else. I'm not going to compete with a ghost."

"No," the Doctor said.

Clara turned to the Professor. "You look at me the same way at times."

"You remind me of someone I loved. But I lost them. I worry that it could happen again," the Professor admitted.

Clara tilted her head. Strange remarks. She stood on her tip-toes and wrapped her arms around him before kissing him gently. She did feel drawn to him. "It won't."