Meanwhile, Zelena was heading to her storm cellar at her farmhouse cottage. Holding a tray of food in one hand, she magically opened the doors and descended the steps into it, where she walked to a cage.
She looked at it and tilted her head. "Hungry?" she asked, bending over and sliding the food under the cage door.
But as she did, an arm reached through the cage, pulling her closer. It was Mr Gold. He stared at her. "You should have never brought me back!" he told her in a raspy, impish voice.
Zelena smirked and then chuckled, kicking the tray the rest of the way. "Eat up. We've got work to do," She said, then left Mr Gold alone in the cage.
Mr Gold picked up the rice bowl and sat on the seat again. He looked at it before turning the bowl in his hand. "You feed the madness, and it feeds on you," he sang. "You feed the madness, and it feeds on you. You feed the madness, and it feeds on you." He let out an impish giggle before eating the rice with his fingers, for they were the only utensils that Zelena had given him.