At the farmhouse of the Wicked Witch, Regina walked along the driveway. Slow in her pace, she was concentrating. Making sure there was no one around. Until she heard a twig snap behind her, she stopped suddenly. The sound of the twig snapping sent shivers down her spine. Was the Wicked Witch here with her? Or one of her flying monkeys?

She turned around. "Show yourself, you winged freak."

Robin Hood stepped out from behind the bushes before letting an arrow fly from his bow. Regina gasped and caught it in her hands. She sighed.

"Apologies, m'lady," Robin said as he approached the mayor. "I thought you were the Wicked Witch."

"I thought you were a flying monkey," Regina told him.

"I hope my mistake hasn't cost me my head, Your Majesty," Regina smirked. "So, you know who I am?"

"Your reputation in the Enchanted Forest precedes you."

"I didn't catch your name."

"Robin of Locksley, at your service," he said, holding his right hand out.

Regina placed the arrow she was holding into it. "The thief?"

"Well, as we're tossing labels around, aren't you technically known as the Evil Queen?"

"I prefer Regina," she told him, then looked at his bow. "You think you can bring down the Wicked Witch with sticks?"

"Well, I'm certainly going to try."

"I'm afraid we're too late. She's long gone." "Well, perhaps she left a trail."

"I was hoping the same thing."

"Well, then, you've got yourself a partner."

Regina raised an eyebrow and then walked past him. "I don't remember asking for one."

Robin turned around. "You didn't."

Regina turned around to face him. "Just don't get in my way."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

"Have we met before?" Regina asked the man.

"I doubt I'd ever forget meeting you," Robin said. "Unless, of course, it was during that pesky year no one could recall." He started walking towards the farmhouse, and Regina followed him. "All the more reason to find this witch. Perhaps she can offer some insight into our lost memories."

Back at the hospital, Neal was alone in his room. He looked over the burned triangle marked in the palm of his right hand. He was deep in thought. He remembered everything that led him to this moment. Finally, the Doctor walked in, and Neal looked up at him. "They put you on babysitting duties, huh?" he asked. "No one trusted me to stay here?"

"They're all concerned for you, Bae," the Doctor said. "Besides, River had to leave. Something about a diamond and a king. She'll turn up again. She always does." The Doctor smiled at him. "Thank you, by the way."

"For what?" Neal asked.

"For helping with the message to get Emma to come back. I know you're awake, Neal."

Neal nodded, pulled the drip out of his arm, and got out of the bed. "Which is why I should be out there looking for him. It's my fault. And I need to set things right. With my father. And my son. Are you going to stand in my way?"

The Doctor shook his head. "No. Of course not," he said. "I may not have known you for long. Not like how the Professor knows you. Not like I know your father. But I know one thing, Bae. You never give up. Not when things get tough. And right now, nothing is tougher than what it is right now."

Neal nodded. "I know, I know. Which is why I need to do this."

"I do. You have ten minutes. Give yourself one hell of a head start. And then, I'll alert the others that you've gone."

"Thank you," Neal said and began to walk out of the hospital room. "For everything."