The next day, the town had a funeral for Neal Cassidy. A small service in the Storybrooke Cemetery and afterwards went to Granny's Diner for the wake. Emma was near the back of the room, playing a game of darts by herself. It was the only thing she could do. What Emma thought she needed. She was angry at the Wicked Witch – at Zelena – for taking away the one man she had loved. For casting this curse on Storybrooke. For everything.

Emma hit the middle of the dartboard – the bullseye – before Captain Hook came up behind her. He watched her for a moment. "Perhaps I should paint a bullseye on the Wicked Witch's back?" he asked.

"She'll get more than a dart when I find her," Emma told him, her eyes not leaving the dartboard. She threw another dart at it.

Hook sighed. "I know you're hurting, Swan. But there are better ways to grieve Baelfire's death than letting anger overcome you."

Emma turned to look at him. "Let me guess? Rum?"

Hook held up his bottle of rum and smiled. "Never hurts." "I'll stick with anger. At least, until I deal with Zelena."

"Take it from me. Vengeance isn't the thing that will make you feel better."

"It's going to make this town safer. And I promised Henry I'd find the person responsible for his father's death. It's all I can do for him now."

"That can't be true. Have you tried talking to the boy?"

"As far as he's concerned, I haven't seen Neal since he left me in jail. So anything I tell him about his dad being a hero sounds like I'm making it up to get him to feel better."

"Perhaps I could talk to him?"

"About what?" Emma asked. "Leather conditioner and eyeliner?"

Hook was silent for a moment. "I knew Bae as a boy," he said. He remembered those times when he was considered a villain when he was the cause of all the problems around Bae's family. Well, most of the issues. Something he didn't want to repeat. "Perhaps Henry would like to hear what his father was like when he was his age."

"You'd do that?" Emma asked. Maybe this was a new version of Hook? Perhaps that time locked up under the Storybrooke hospital did him good.

"Aye. It could help the boy make peace with his father's passing. And me." Hook chuckled lightly.

"Be careful," Emma warned. "Zelena's still out there."

"I assure you. Nothing will happen to the boy while he's in my charge."

Emma nodded once at Hook before walking over to the middle booth, where Henry was sitting

with Mary Margaret and David. Hook followed her. "Henry, you remember Killian," she said.

"Hello, Henry," Hook said, and they began to talk about the plans that he and Emma had arranged for the day. Henry was more reluctant to them, but he agreed to them out of politeness to his mother. He didn't know anyone in the town, but if Emma trusted them, so did he.

He got up from his seat, and he left the diner with Hook – the both of them headed to the docks.

Regina was sitting on a stool at the counter, watching Robin at the other end of the bar as he picked up his drink. She was still surprised that she had found the man with the lion tattoo from years ago. Somehow fate had brought him into her life, and she didn't know what to think.

Tinkerbell saw Regina at the bar, and she went over to her. But not before glancing at Robin (the man she saw Regina staring at) and at the lion tattoo on his forearm. The one that she had shown her. The one that she had lied about. "It's the lion tattoo," Tinkerbell whispered to Regina. "It's what was prophesized. He's your soulmate."

"I know," Regina whispered back. "I saw it yesterday."

"And you didn't tell me?"

Regina sighed. "Well, right now, I have better things to do than to gossip about boys," she said. Like, find this Wicked Witch and why she was here in Storybrooke.

Robin turned toward the two women, and they both stopped talking. He cleared his throat. "Care for a drink?" he asked Regina, handing her a glass.

Tinkerbell watched the two of them. She was curious about what would happen this time. Would it be like the last time? When Regina was too scared to meet him. She was the one to snatch the glass from Robin.

Robin looked at her, then Regina. "I do hope I didn't upset you yesterday."

Regina looked at him, then at Tinkerbell. "Uh, Robin Hood. Tinkerbell," she introduced. She didn't want to get into her feelings. Well, the prophecy about the two of them. That they were soulmates. "Tinkerbell, Robin Hood."

Tinkerbell put the glass down and shook Robin's hand. "I've wanted to meet you for a very long time."

"And, no. You didn't upset me," Regina told him. "I just found a clue trail that needed to be followed. One that didn't lead anywhere." She pointed to the glass. "I don't daytime drink."

"Ah, well, um, perhaps some evening then," Robin suggested and smiled at the two of them before he parted ways with them.

"What was all that about?" Tinkerbell asked Regina. "Didn't you learn anything from the last time you screwed this up? If you had been open to the possibility of love when you first saw him, maybe your life wouldn't have turned out so …."

Regina glared at the fairy. "'So' what?" she snapped. "How did my life turn out?" Tinkerbell sighed. "Why am I even bothering?" she asked before turning away.

Meanwhile, Emma went back to join her parents, who were now at the back at the diner. They both looked at her. They were worried about Emma's well-being, and they knew how much she loved Neal. He was the father of their grandson. This would've been hard for her. "How are you holding up?" David asked her.

"How do you think?" Emma asked back.

"Oh, Emma," Mary Margaret said to her daughter as she leaned in to hug her. The family had a brief hug before the door to the diner magically opened. Everyone in the diner stopped what they were doing and turned around. And they all saw Zelena walk in, the Dark One's Dagger in her hand. She was showing it off and making sure that they all knew not to mess with her.

The Professor, the Doctor and Clara (holding Ellie) stood up and moved out of the back booth. They watched Zelena, keeping their eyes on her, as the Professor stepped closer to Clara and their daughter – protecting them. In case anything happened.

"My condolences," Zelena said, stepping inside. "I'm so sorry I missed the funeral. I could never pass up a wake. But, oh, did I miss the speeches? Shall I make one? I mean, I am, after all, responsible." She walked up the aisle to where Emma and her family were.

Emma took a step towards Zelena, but Mary Margaret pulled her back. "Emma, no!" she told her. "Too many people will get hurt."

"Listen to your mother. She's right," Zelena said. "Anyone who tries to interfere with my plan is gonna deal with the Dark One."

Are you going to prove her wrong? Clara asked.

Not yet, the Professor said. Only if she tries something.

"Don't come any closer," David said as he stepped in front of his family.

Zelena stared at him and shook her head. "Don't worry. I'm not here for your baby. Not unless I have to have your baby, of course."

"Then why are you here?" Regina asked.

Zelena turned around and looked at Regina. "Now that my cover's blown, I can finally visit my little sister."

Regina looked at her. "Who the hell are you talking about?" she asked.

"Why you, of course, Regina."

Everyone started murmuring. Did they all hear that right? Was Regina the sister of the Wicked Witch?

"I'm an only child," Regina pointed out.

"Cora lied to you, Regina," Zelena explained. "I'm your sister. Half, if you want to get technical."

"Why should I believe anything you say?"

"Oh, well, you shouldn't. It's a lot to swallow. Which is why I've brought a gift to help." Regina chuckled and shook her head. "I don't want a gift from you."

"Oh, but you shall have it. You see, my gift to you is this sad, sad day. Use it to dig into our past, Regina.

You need to learn the truth, and you must believe it.' She smirked. "And them meet me on the main street tonight. Say, sundown."

"And then what?" "Then I'll destroy you."

Regina stepped closer to Zelena. "This isn't the Wild West."

"No, dear. It's the Wicked West," Zelena told her and turned away from Regina. She looked at the other people in the diner. "And I want everyone to be there to see the Evil Queen lose."

"I don't lose."

Zelena chuckled. "Neither do I. One of us is about to make history. See you tonight, sis," She said before she walked out of the diner.

Everyone crowded around the bar after Zelena had left and began to talk with Regina about what had happened. And why Zelena said that she was the half-sister to Regina. But it was still confusing to most of the people there.

"And you're sure Cora never mentioned anything about her?" David asked as he tried to wrap his head around everything.

"I think I would remember if my mother told me she had a love child with a scarecrow," Regina told David.

"It doesn't matter if Zelena is your sister or not," Emma began, "she wants you dead. Any idea why?"

"I never even met her before today," Regina said back. "Doesn't mean you didn't do something to piss her off."

"You did manage to step on many toes back in our world," Tinkerbell added.

"Well, none of them was green," Regina replied.

"Hold on a minute," the Doctor interrupted. "Rumple said something yesterday. To Emma and me. He said that Zelena wants what she doesn't have, what she didn't have. If what she just said is true, that she is your half-sister, then it would explain why she wants to destroy you."

"Sibling rivalry," Clara mused. "She is the jealous sister. Explains her skin."

"But what is she jealous of?" the Doctor asked.

Regina took a look at them before she stood up from her seat on the barstool and put her coat on.

"Where are you going?" Emma asked.

"To find out the truth," Regina answered. "Maybe I can dig up something about her."