Later that night, Regina had called Mary Margaret, David, Hook, the Doctor and Emma to come to her house. To help summon Cora from the afterlife. Emma was the last one to arrive, and she entered to study, where the others were waiting for her. She saw Hook sitting on the sofa, holding a green Granny Smith apple. "I'd watch out for the apples in this house," she told him as she closed the door after her.

"Aye," Hook dejectedly said. He wasn't paying too much attention. Zelena's threat to him was still on his mind.

"It was a joke," Emma told him, and she took her jacket off. Why did he always think everything was severe? "Where's your sense of humour?"

"It left when the witch arrived," Hook told her, putting the apple down and making his way to the circular table.

"Well, we're going to take care of that. Regina said she has a plan."

"I'm sure she does," Hook said as he sat down, followed by Emma.

David, however, was having his conversation with his wife. He looked over at his daughter. "Emma, will you please tell your mother that we're not gonna name your brother Leopold."

"Uh, why not? It was my father's name."

"People will make fun of him."

"My father was a king."

"Which is why nobody made fun of him."

"Okay. What about Eva?" Mary Margaret asked. "After my mother?"

"I don't know how well that'll work with a boy."

"It might not be a boy."

"You know what I think you should call it," the Doctor said from his place between Mary Margaret and Hook.

"We're not calling our child 'Doctor'," David told him.

"I knew you wouldn't," the Doctor replied. "How about Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All? Stormy, for short. After a friend of mine."

David sighed when Regina entered the study. "Sorry to keep you all waiting. I was making this special tea." She walked over to the table with a silver teapot and poured it into silver wine goblets. David reached out to grab one. "No! Don't drink it!" she scolded. "It's a deadly poison for summoning the dark vortex."

"I prefer Earl Grey," David said, putting the goblet back down where he found it.

"The dark what?" Emma asked.

"Zelena came by this morning," Regina began and sat down at her seat. "Informing me she had stolen my heart. She came by to gloat. She said that my weakness was that I didn't know enough about her past. So, I've decided to summon someone who does. But, first, we have to talk to my mother. This is a fairly simple ritual. But not often performed," she explained as she set the double-ended candle in the middle of the table, perched on a rod. Each end of the candle was above a dish.

"If it's easy to talk to the dead, why not do it more?" Emma asked.

"Well, because you need the murder weapon and the murderer to do it."

Mary Margaret gasped slightly, feeling a little unsettled. What if Cora still blamed her for her death? Regina lit a match and used it to burn both ends of the candle before she blew out the match.

Emma watched. "What do we need to do?"

"Focus on Cora," Regina answered and held out her hands. The others did the same and held on to each other's hands.

"Welcoming thoughts?" Hook asked. "Whatever you've got."

Everyone was silent while they began to focus on Cora. "Is it.." Emma began to say.

"Shhh …" Regina interrupted. They needed silence: silence and concentration.

They all had their eyes closed before they felt a gust of wind blow in from the window behind Hook. The wind extinguished the fire in the fireplace before a blue portal opened up above them. They opened their eyes, and they saw it.

"We did it," Mary Margaret commented.

"Cora?" Regina yelled at it. "Mother! Can you hear us? Cora, give us a sign. Please do not ignore me now, mother. Please, you owe me this."

There was a slight thud of the table, and they all lost their concentration. And, when they did, the portal closed.

"Sorry, love," Hook said. "That was me. I crossed my legs and bumped the table."

Regina looked around. The double-sided candle was still left, but there was no sign of Cora. It looked like she didn't want to cross over. It looked like she wanted to keep her secrets with her. So Regina leaned across and blew out each side of the candle.

"Do we try it again?" Mary Margaret asked.

"No," Regina answered. "There's no point. It worked. The portal opened. But nothing came from it. She doesn't want to talk to me. Guess whatever secrets lie in her past she wants to keep buried there."