At Granny's Diner, Mary Margaret sat in a booth with Henry while she kept an eye on him. But all he seemed to be interested in was playing his Game Boy, which didn't mind her. She could read this pregnancy book that she had found.

Mary Margaret gasped. "My God!" she muttered. "Did you know there's something called 'cradle cap'? Babies get it on their heads. It's a crusty yellow, greasy, scaly skin rash." She put the book down and looked at Henry. "Huh. Seriously, this book uses all of those words."

"Gross," Henry said, not looking up from his game. "Yes. Derezzed him."

Mary Margaret leaned forward. "You know, there's a library down the street," she told him. Henry looked up. "We can pop in and get you something if you'd rather? I know how much you love reading."

"How'd you know that?" "Your mum said, I think."

"Cool. Let me get my coat. I'll be right down," Henry said, getting up from his booth – not looking up from his game and going to his and Emma's room.

While she waited for him to return, Mary Margaret read her book. "' Cradle cap'," she muttered.

"You know, it goes away," a woman from behind Mary Margaret said. Mary Margaret looked at where the voice came from. A red-haired woman with a green pendant was sitting at a table not too far away. "It doesn't hurt the baby."

"It doesn't?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Babies are stronger than you think," the woman said. "You're Snow White, aren't you?"

"I'm Mary Margaret, here. This must be your first time in Storybrooke."

"I missed the last curse. So … Everything in this world is still a bit new." "Don't worry. You'll get used to it. Who were you back in our land?"

"Oh … No one you'd remember. Not everyone was famous like you."

Mary Margaret laughed. "I don't know if I'd say 'famous'."

"You were a princess. And some of us were supporting players. Oh, it's okay. I loved who I was and what I did. I was a midwife," the woman said as she got up from her seat and walked to where Mary Margaret was sitting.

Mary Margaret leaned forward. "Really?"

The woman nodded. "Mm-hmm. My name's Zelena. I've seen a lot of new mothers. Don't worry. You'll learn quickly."

"Maybe you could give me some advice? I have been turning the corner of every page on which I

have a question, and now I can't close the book. There are so many."

Zelena smiled. There were so many ways to get close enough to the heroes. To grab what she wanted. To enact her plan. "I would be an honour," she said.

"Careful. Once I have the baby, I may not let you leave my side."

Zelena chuckled. "May I?" she asked, gesturing her hand above Mary Margaret's belly, to which Mary Margaret nodded. Zelena leaned closer and put her hand on the pregnant belly of Mary Margaret. "Wow." She knew she could have this child if she couldn't have the Professor and Clara's child. "Helping Snow White with her baby?" She chuckled. "I can't think of anything that would make me happier."

Deep in the woods, the Doctor and River helped David and Robin (with the rest of the Merry Men) look for Little John. David saw something up ahead, and he called the others to it. "Guys!" he called out, picking up a brown, dead leaf with blood.

Robin looked at the leaf, then up ahead of them. "He was dragged, by the looks of it."

The Doctor waved his sonic screwdriver over the blood and then at the surrounding area. "Over there," he said, running up ahead, past a few bushes and ferns, till he came to a ditch with a body lying in it. It was Little John's.

Robin gasped. "Oh …"

"Is he alive?" David asked.

The Doctor waved his sonic screwdriver over Little John's body. "Barely," he said, reading the readings. "He's suffered blood loss."

"John," Robin said, kneeling by his friend. "I'm here. We've got you."

River looked over Robin at a bite mark left on the side of Little John's neck. "I've never seen wounds like this before," she stated.

"Me neither," David said.

"Okay. Help me get him up," Robin told them as they began to lift him. "We've got to get him some help."

Mixing more ingredients, Regina was sure that it was working. She had convinced herself that she had gotten the memory potion right. As she mixed two ingredients, Emma watched the set of beakers, flasks and Bunsens on the table in front of her.

Regina grabbed a vial of liquid and poured the powder she was mixing into the liquid.

"Did it work?" Emma asked.

"There's only one way to find out," Regina said, swirling the potion before gulping it down. She took a breath. But nothing happened. it frustrated her.

"Well, do you remember?" Emma asked. Regina turned to the far wall and threw the beaker at it, which smashed on impact. Emma flinched. "Either that wall did something to you in the past year, or I'm gonna say it didn't work."

Regina sighed and turned back to the table. "I must have missed an ingredient."

"Can we try again?"

"I already used up what was left of the potion River gave to you," Regina said, picking up Emma's vial and dropping it over on the table. "There's nothing left to replicate." She sighed and put her hands on her hips. "I can't live in this town if Henry doesn't remember me. That's worse than any curse I ever could have cast."

Emma looked at Regina. "What if we can still find the person who cursed the town?" Regina turned around. "Haven't you been paying attention? I can't make any more potion."

"You don't have to make anything. We can still catch the person."

"How?"

"We're running a con by making this potion in secret. What if we're running the wrong con?"

"I'm sorry. I'm not well-versed in cons. Unlike you, I've never spent time in prison."

"It's not something I learned in prison. It's an old bail bonds trick. You smoke out the perp by making them think you're on to them."

"How does that help us?"

"If the person – this witch – who cast the curse is in Storybrooke and thought we were about to make a memory potion …."

Regina smiled as she caught on to what Emma was saying. "They'd want to stop us."

"Yes. And then, we set a trap for them when they do. So we need to get the word out that you're close to making all this work."

Regina smirked. "I know just whom to tell."

They, or, instead, Emma, told Leroy – who came bursting into Granny's. He slammed the door open and then shut it behind him. "Big news, everybody!" Everyone looked at him. "Emma found Regina. She was holed up in her office, working on a potion."

"What kind of potion?" Dr Hopper asked.

"Was she going to hurt us?" a dwarf – one of Leroy's brothers – asked.

"A memory potion." Leroy walked further into the diner. "Regina says she's gonna use it to prove that she didn't cast the curse."

Granny rolled her eyes. "Like I'd drink anything she handed me."

"Well, somebody will!" Leroy boomed. "And if they remember, we'll know exactly who did this to us!"

Zelena had been listening, and it made her worry. If they remembered who she was and her plans, that would accomplish nothing for her. She loved the idea of being the only one in Storybrooke awake. She could complete her plan without no one else knowing what she was up to

without anyone stopping her.

She stood up from her booth in all the commotion – abandoning her dinner – and walked out the door. She was glad they ignored her. She had someone to catch.