The others ended up taking Little John to the hospital. Loading him on a gurney, the doctors and nurses raced him to the emergency room. He had suffered a lot of blood loss, after all. Robin followed Dr Whale. And behind Robin were David, the Doctor and River.

"He's bradycardic. BP is dropping fast," a female nurse said. "What did this to him?" Doctor Whale asked.

"We don't know," David said.

"Other than some winged creature," the Doctor added.

Little John's body began to shake on the gurney. "He's going into shock," the same nurse said as the other nurses tried to hold him steady.

"We need to sedate him," Doctor Whale said. "Fifteen milligrams of propofol."

Little John's convulsions worsened, and he began to groan and grunt loudly while the nurse gave Doctor Whale the propofol injection and prepared to inject it into Little John's arm.

But Little John screamed louder, and Doctor Whale couldn't. Then, a grey tale extended from his body, and everyone jumped back in surprise.

"What in the name of sanity is that?" River asked.

Little John used the new tail to whip people away from him. "John!" Robin screamed. What was happening to his friend?

Little John screamed one last time before he was gone. In his place was a grey monkey with wings that were now flapping. Little John had transformed into the same creature that attacked him. And whom Emma had faced in New York City.

The Doctor approached it slowly. "Oh, hello, you beauty," he said quietly, trying not to make the creature afraid. "I'm not going to hurt you."

The monkey screeched again, louder this time, and everyone winced back, which gave the winged money enough time to fly out through the hospital window.

"What the hell was that thing?" David asked, looking at the window the monkey had just flown through.

"Don't look at me," Dr Whale answered. "I'm a doctor. Not a vet."

"I believe that was a flying monkey," the Doctor said, then turned to the others. "Now, this tells me exactly who we all should be looking for."

Regina and Emma sat outside the town hall in the yellow Volkswagen beetle that Emma owned. Having it positioned in front of the town hall – having a good view of the window of Regina's office, the two of them watched. And waited. And a long wait it was.

"So," Regina began, "do we just sit here and wait?"

"Until the person who cast the curse makes a move on your office," Emma said. Regina stared at Emma. "Is this really what you do for a living?"

"Yeah. It's called a stakeout." "And you don't get bored?"

"I don't know. You find ways to pass the time. Eat. Talk. Mostly watch, which is what we should be doing." Emma took a sip from her coffee cup.

"Does he have friends?" Regina asked, changing the subject.

"Does who have friends?" Emma asked.

"Henry. Does he have any friends in New York?"

"Yeah. He has many friends. No girlfriends yet, at least not that I know about." She chuckled.

"So, he's happy? His life is good there?"

"Yeah. I almost didn't come back because of that." "Then why did you?"

"Because he may not remember all this, but I do. And I know what he would say. 'A hero would come back'."

Regina sighed at hearing those words. It did sound like Henry. "He would say that."

"Are you sure you don't want to meet him? We can tell him you're an old friend, like Mary Margaret and David."

"It would be too hard."

"I can't imagine …" Emma began when she saw something in the window of Regina's office. A shadow. "We've got them," she said as they got out of the car and raced towards the building.

Entering the town hall, they marched their way – quietly – to Regina's office till they stood right outside the door.

"You sure whoever's in there can't escape?" Emma asked with her gun at the ready.

"I sealed the room with a blood lock," Regina answered. "It can keep you out. Or it can keep you in." She turned to Emma. "I know what I'm doing." She waved her hand over the lock and entered.

Emma followed her, cocking her gun. They looked around and saw the broken magical equipment they had left on the bench. And the trail of destruction around the room. It was Emma that spotted something in the shadows by Regina's desk. "There! Don't move!"

Regina turned in the direction that Emma was looking. "There's nowhere for you to go."

But the figure didn't move. Or say anything. The figure – Zelena – disappeared in a cloud of green

smoke, and Regina and Emma stared at where Zelena had been standing.

"I thought you said they couldn't do that," Emma said.

"No one can break through blood magic," Regina said. "No matter how powerful they are."

"Then who are we dealing with?"

Regina and Emma arrived back at Mary Margaret and David's loft. They stood outside the door when Regina stopped Emma from entering. "Maybe this isn't a good idea," she said. She was afraid that it would still hurt too much seeing Henry when he had no idea who she was.

"It's going to be fine. Trust me," Emma said. "Trust me." She opened the door to the loft and entered. Regina followed.

On the couch, Henry was playing on his Game Boy. Emma went over to him. "Hey. How was your day?"

Henry looked up. "Good," he said, putting the Game Boy down. "Storybrooke is a weird place. But cool. Did you know there's a library inside a clock tower?"

Emma thought back to just before she broke the first curse. "I do. I've been there before. Come on. I want you to meet someone." She walked with Henry over to where Regina stood. "This is Regina Mills. She's the mayor of this town, and she wanted to meet you."

Henry looked at Emma. "Is something wrong?"

"No, no," Regina said. "No, nothing's wrong. Your mother just told me a lot about you. I hear you like school and that you're good at English?"

"Um … Yeah. Why'd she tell you all this?" Henry asked.

Regina took a breath. She could tell him that it was because she raised him. "Because she couldn't be prouder of you." She inhaled another breath. "Um, while you're in town, I thought maybe I could give you a tour sometime. You know, show you around. Maybe we can even stop for ice cream."

Henry smiled. "Yeah. I'd like that. So, um … It was nice meeting you."

Regina leaned forward, ready to hug him. But she stopped and looked at his right arm and hand. Right. She wasn't his mother. Well, the mother that e remembered. She took her glove off her right hand and shook his before Henry walked back to the loft's living area.

"How was that?" Emma asked Regina quietly. "You okay?"

"It was a start," Regina answered. At least she had spoken to Henry, even if he didn't remember who she was. Who she truly was to him—his mother.

The door opened, and David, the Doctor and River entered. David took a look at his wife and Emma. "We need to talk," he told them.

Emma turned around and saw Henry, who had picked up his game again and played it on the couch. "Outside," she told them. And they went outside, standing just outside the door. And David told them what they had seen.

"They're being turned into flying monkeys?" Mary Margaret asked. She couldn't believe it. Flying monkeys? In Storybrooke?

"I'm afraid so," the Doctor said.

"Do you think that's what happened to the missing dwarves too?" Mary Margaret asked.

"It's a possibility," River answered. "They all disappeared from the town line. Like our friend, Little John."

"We can't rule out that possibility," the Doctor added.

"And Neal?" Emma asked.

"No sign of him either," David told her. "So, yeah. It's possible." "Wouldn't be the first flying monkey I've dated."

"But I do have an idea who our witch could be," the Doctor said. "The Wicked Witch of the West."

"That would explain the person who escaped our trap," Regina said. "They disappeared in a cloud of green smoke."

Emma looked at Regina and then the Doctor. "Seriously? She's real, too?" Emma asked.

The Doctor sighed, giving Emma a puzzled look. With all the things she'd seen, she still questioned whether certain characters were real? Or that all were real?

"I don't get it, though," Emma continued. "We're not in Kansas. So why would the Wicked Witch of the West come to Storybrooke?"

"Maybe she wants something?" River asked.

"Something she can only get here. In this land," the Doctor said. "But what?" Mary Margaret asked.