The Professor was sitting not too far off the pavilion, sitting on a tree stump, watching everyone prepare and talk. Clara was sitting next to him, and he was also telling her who each person was. The one's that she didn't know, anyway.

As the Professor sat on the stump, he moved slightly and winced in pain. "Oof…" he said, clutching his side.

Clara looked at him. "Are you okay?" she asked, her hand reaching his and resting on top of it.

He looked up. "Yes," he said, then another belt of pain washed over him, and he collapsed. "No." He began to pant heavily. "Of course. When I neutralised Pan's curse … Taking the Time Lord essence out of it …."

He was beginning to show a few beads of sweat on his face now, and Clara got up from her seat and rushed over to find the Doctor. "Doctor!" she shouted, running over to him. "Doctor."

The Doctor turned around – Charming followed with his wife. "Clara. What's wrong?"

"It's Prof," Clara answered. "He's in pain."

She ran back to the Professor, who was still on the ground. He looked down at his hand and began to see a faint golden glow surrounding it. The Doctor knelt beside his son. "Hey, hey … It'll be alright, son," he said. "Relax. It will all be over soon. Don't fight it." Then, pressing a small kiss to his son's forehead, he pushed the small crowd consisting of Charming, Snow and Clara backwards.

"What's happening?" Snow asked. "Is he going to be alright?"

"Of course, he will," the Doctor answered. "He's my son. He's dying. But only for a moment. You'll see."

Clara shook her head and watched as the Professor began to stand up. Tears in her eyes. "No, no. Please, don't change," she said, closing her eyes.

"I'm sorry," the Professor said and let the fire take him. Streams of golden regeneration energy erupted over his head, and his hands before it stopped, and everyone looked at him. He was still the same man as before—no new different features about him.

The Professor took a deep breath and looked at his father. "Are you alright?" the Doctor asked. But a part of him wondered why his son didn't change. Unless … Did he have vanity issues, like Number Ten? "No change then?"

The Professor stumbled for a moment before finding Clara's hand. "I don't know. I mean, I don't feel any different. Though, I thought I was going to. I thought I'd never see Clara again. Not like this, anyway. But as I was regenerating, I felt something in the back of my head. Clara. She was there. Like she was keeping me safe. But she was scared. Maybe it was that that let me not change?"

Clara looked up at him as her eyes began to hide behind some of her brown hair that had fallen in front of her face. "I didn't want to lose you. The you that I fell in love with."

He smiled softly. "Whatever happens, whatever face I am wearing, I will always be me. And I will always love you," he said. "Time Lords … We change our appearances, not our personality."

Baelfire saw the group, and he headed toward them. "Hey," he said, and they all looked at him.

"Baelfire, hi," the Doctor said, patting his shoulder. "How are you doing?"

"As good as I can ever be in these circumstances," Baelfire said. "If the curse brought all of us over here, would it also have brought our stuff back?"

"I would imagine so," the Professor said. "The first curse took everything to Storybrooke. It should work just as easily in reverse."

"What are you looking for?" Charming asked.

"I was thinking; maybe we could stop by my father's place on the way to the Queen's castle."

"Neal, I know you're hurting, but Rumplestiltskin is gone."

"Maybe. Maybe not. And if he's not, maybe he can get me back to Emma. Or, you, Doctor."

"Neal," Snow began. "It's impossible. Regina was clear the price of our return was a complete reset. No more portals. This is our realm for good. There's no way to cross over, not without another curse."

"This is our home now, Bae," the Doctor said. "I can't get us back to Earth. The compass isn't working anymore. Whatever this curse has done, it has locked the TARDIS out from travelling through the bubble universes. Through the void. I can travel through time here, in this realm, but crossing realms, crossing universes … I can't do it. Not yet, anyway."

"Wait … I can't see my family again?" Clara asked, breath-taken. She hadn't thought the price would affect her, either. "My father?"

"I'm so sorry, Clara," the Professor said. "But there will be a way to see our loved ones. Dad and I … We'll figure it out."