A/N: As this series draws to a close, I'd just like to thank all my viewers, and let anyone know that I always appreciate reviews/follows/favorites, though they are not expected. If anyone has any suggestions or things they'd like to see as this story wraps itself up, please feel free to let me know!

Anyway, on with the story:


Reyna smiled despite the pain when she heard the clock's chimes. She didn't know who passed, but she was happy, knowing that it was making Hades angry. She tried to move as little as possible, her whole body throbbing painfully.

Hades walked towards her slowly, and she opened her functioning eye slightly to look at him.

"That prisoner that you aided in escape…she moved on from this realm."

"That must make you really angry," Reyna taunted.

Hades chuckled, and a chiseling tool appeared in his hand. Reyna waited for him to tell her what he planned on doing with it.

Hades saw her curiosity and smirked. "Don't worry, this isn't for you. It's for your friends." He forcefully lifted her arm, making her wince in pain. He laughed as he saw this, making her take the tool.

"What do you want me to do with this?" she hissed as he let her arm fall.

"Simple accounting, really. At first, I wanted your friends to leave, but now I've got a new plan. My vindictive side- did you know I had one?- wants to punish them. So, from now on, for every soul your friends free, one of them is going to stay. And you…You get to decide who."

Reyna stared at the three blank headstones that appeared. Her face was conflicted, but she knew that it would be worse if Hades chose. She carefully looked down, acting meek, but she was actually just trying to ensure that her secret weapon was still intact and out of view.

"Oh, come on," Hades said, falling for the act. "All you need to do is pick three of your friends to stay here. Carve the names." Reyna still made no move to carve them, her face calculating.

"What's the problem? Writer's block?"

Reyna glared at him. "You think I won't pick. That is why. You already have names picked out, right?"

Hades smirked. "I like the way you think, but alas, you are wrong."

"Then take the glamour off the stones."

Hades looked at her in surprise, though it quickly morphed into a smug expression. Waving a hand, three names appeared. Peter Pan. Killian Jones. Snow White. "I'm impressed. Not many people would have noticed the magic I used."

"I'm not most people."

"But I am a little disappointed. You seem like the type that would be fine with betraying those that love you. Remember Baelfire? Or Pan? I'll tell you this. I'll let you change any of these if you want."

Reyna ground her teeth. Hades watched her, not thinking she'd do it, but she started to move, crawling slowly, her breath heavy, towards the three stones.

Shakily lifting the chisel, she touched the one that read 'Peter Pan', making it become blank. Hands trembling and tear forming, she began to carve a name. Despite the tremors, her hand writing was elegant. Rumplestiltskin. She then brought it to the second one: 'Killian Jones'. She sobbed as she touched it, relieved that the name disappeared. Regina Mills.

She dropped the chisel, sobbing. She didn't want to damn Regina, but she couldn't not save her brother. Peter's was an easy decision, and she was glad to see Rumple's name.

"Not going to change Snow White's?" Hades asked, looking at the new names.

"No," Reyna snarled.

"I have to say, I'm a little disappointed in your choices," Hades said. After a brief pause he continued. "On second thought, I'm angry. I guess it's off to solitary."

Reyna felt a moment of panic, unsure what solitary implied, and she was worried she wouldn't be able to defend herself.

Hades walked towards her, tangling a fist at the roots of her hair in the back, pulling her backwards. Her scalp protested, and she had the bite her tongue to keep from yelling profanities, knowing that it would only make Hades happier. She could taste blood, and her head throbbed. She refused to get to her feet when Hades tried to pull her up, letting him drag her by her hair and elbow, his nails digging into her skin.

He managed to lift her high enough to toss her carelessly into a boat floating in the green river. She skidded across the bottom, the boat bobbing, making her stomach lurch. Her back hit the seat painfully, and she used what little energy she had to put her arms around her, letting her head loll back, though the wounds on her neck where pulled wider.

Hades stepped in after her, smirking down, though he felt annoyance that she constantly defied him.

"This is the River Styx, or the River of Lost Souls. Touch it and you will be lost, Lost Girl. Reduced to a mindless, tormented husk. So, keep all arms and hands inside the boat."

Reyna kept her eyes closed, taking deep breaths as she tried to think of something other than that she was in a boat.

Hades watched with mild satisfaction as her face pales and took on a greenish hue. Thinking of green skin sent his thoughts down a dark path, and he quickly shook it off, returning to reality to observe his prisoner.

She jumped when the boat bounced, and it made a sound of clacking against stone. Hesitantly opening her eyes, she found the boat stopped outside a cave opening. The boat swayed with the current, and Hades forcefully pulled her from the boat. She stumbled behind him, and found that at the center of the cave was a rusty platform with only a wooden post leading to it. Enveloping them in blue fire, Hades teleported them to the center.

When it cleared, Reyna nearly screamed in both fear and pain. She was hanging in the air by her wrists, the chains much too tight, over the green pool beneath. Her eyes were wide and her breath labored. Hades chuckled and waved a hand, making her drop. Her stomach gave into the sensation of falling, and suddenly she was dry heaving, stomach acid burning the muscle of her throat. She didn't have anything to vomit up, but the sentiment was the same.

"Now, I want you to think about why you are here. First, you tried to escape. Then, you let another prisoner escape and move on. You don't make the decisions I want, and do you know what the most important reason is?"

Reyna sobbed, grinding her teeth as she leaned her head back to not see the water below. She grunted in pain before meeting his eyes, glaring. "You're a jealous prick?"

"How so?"

"My brothers care about me. I have a family. I have power and my True Love. You're lonely and power-hungry," she snapped in a strained voice.

"…No. Hope. You and your so-called 'family' brought contraband, hope, into my world where it is strictly forbidden. You've held up well against some of my…creative beatings, but I want to snuff that hope out by the time you reach the water." She dropped farther, until they were at eye level. "I want to hurt you, and then I'm going to hurt your friends and your precious Peter. There's not going to be anyone left to save you."

Hades stepped back, the chain pulling her up slightly. He rolled his neck, making his hair become blue flames. "Feel free to go mad," he laughed, walking away.

Once she was sure he was gone, she opened her palm, revealing a small vial with a thick black liquid. She was relieved that he zoned out on the small boat for long enough for her to pull it off. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Her arms were losing feeling, and she tightened her fist around the tiny bottle to ensure it didn't fall.

"What are you doing?" Pan asked, snapping out of his thoughts. He was sitting on the stairs in the apartment (their base) with Felix.

"We're going to get Reyna," David said incredulously. "What does it look like."

Before Pan could speak, Emma said, "We know Hades will have her in some sort of isolation. Meg told us there's an entrance nearby."

"And you plan on bringing all 45 of us?" he asked sarcastically.

"Well…Yeah," Emma said, shifting uncomfortably. She didn't see the problem.

"New plan, then," Regina muttered.

"Correct. Savior, Captain, you'll come with me. The rest of you, do what you wish. Felix, you know what to do." The scowling blond nodded and got to his feet, exciting without another word.

Everyone tried to protest, but Pan wasn't listening. He walked out, and Emma and Hook followed hesitantly, sharing a look.

"We'll need the help of a dead person. If I can extend their aura, Hades won't be able to keep you two out."

"What about you?" Emma asked.

"I don't need it," Pan scoffed.

"Why the bloody hell are we coming then?" Hook snarled. If this was useless, he didn't want to help. He wanted to find his sister.

"The Savior has magic, and you… well, no dead person is going to help me, but I know one that will help you."

Hook was confused until he saw her. "Milah," he whispered as he watched her lead a group of children across the street. Emma looked at the beautiful woman in shock and insecurity.

"That's right, laddie," Pan smirked half-heartedly. "Milah!" he called a little louder. The woman looked up, her eyes widening when she looked at Pan. If possible, they got even larger when they landed on Killian, more so when she saw Emma's hand in his.

She didn't say anything until she reached the side of the road they were on. "Don't worry about him. He's not dead, just visiting, as am I," Pan said when she slowed to a stop, her face showing her suspicion.

"How'd you find me?"

Pan rolled his eyes. "You were in the middle of Main Street. Not exactly the best hiding spot. Besides, I would have found you eventually. I do love the irony in your job."

"What do you want, Pan?" Milah asked, sounding tired.

"I have an opportunity for you to help the man you once loved."

"Rumplestiltskin?" she asked in disgust.

"Killian Jones," he said, gesturing to the pirate behind him. Milah glanced over his shoulder, a wistful expression.

"I'm supposed to watch the kids."

"They're dead anyways," he said bluntly. "I'm sure we can agree to suffer through each other's presences long enough to help our favorite captain."

Milah looked at Killian again. "Who's the blonde?"

"Her? Come on, let me introduce you," Pan said, chuckling darkly as he turned to where the others were standing.

"Emma!" he called. Said woman took her eyes off of Milah to look at him, surprise and anger warring in her eyes. He smirked. "There's someone I'd like you to meet. You already know her, don't you, Captain? This is Milah, my sister-in-law, and the Captain's ex. Oh, and let's not forget she is your son's grandmother," Emma's jaw dropped as he turned to Milah, who was staring at her appraisingly. "She knew Baelfire, though he was going by Neal. They had a torrid affair that resulted in an oh-so scandalous teenage pregnancy in prison."

"Um…Well…" Emma said, fumbling for the right words.

"Let me get this right: you've been with my…son, and now you are with my former lover?"

"Uh…" Emma said eloquently.

Milah's lip curled in disgust before she plastered on a smile, looking at Hook. "Killian. It is good to see you again."

Hook nodded tensely. "Aye. How do you know the demon?" he asked, narrowing his eyes between the two.

Pan held up his hands in a mock surrender. "I didn't make her fall in love with you, Captain. We met at her wedding," he said, making Milah tense. Hook looked between them suspiciously.

They fell into a stiff silence with only Pan looking at ease. He clapped his hands together loudly. "I'm sure we'll all laugh at this one day. I suggest that we go before this gets awkward."

Reyna woke up with a gasp, not realizing she had fallen unconscious. She tried to shift, muttering to herself to keep from looking down. She bit her lip, tears falling. She was beyond tired and her whole body ached painfully. She gasped in relief when she felt the vial in her fingers.

"No time to waste," she muttered. Her arms were numb, so as she tried to reposition the bottle, it slipped through her sweaty fingers. "No!" she yelled. She swung slightly, cheering as she moved with enough speed to catch it in her boot. It then hit her that she wouldn't be able to pull it out. To make it worse, the chain dropped suddenly, and she screamed as it chafed her wrists painfully. Warm liquid dripped down her arm, and the metal continued to bite further into her raw skin. She let out a defeated sob, feeling like her body was being torn apart– starting with her wrists and shoulders.

"I have to do something," she said after a second, not wanting to let Hades win. She took a deep breath to help her focus, letting her head lean against her arm. Sweat mixed with blood as it slowly dripped down her body. "I can't let Peter down."

"Peter!" she shouted as she got an idea.

Damning the consequences, she closed her eye, thinking about Peter. She needed magic. She needed to be able to communicate. She forced what little energy she had into her thoughts.

She felt a tug in her belly button, before she materialized onto the platform. Her insides stung as Peter's magic ate at her, but it was manageable. She thanked anything that would listen that she had been the Dark One. Her arms dropped, and she cried in relief. The chains were still around her wrists, but the blood was flowing again (except around her wrists, which were bleeding profusely. She collapsed onto her knees, sobbing.

She lay, panting, on the platform, the cool metal feeling wonderful on her overheated, aching body.

She hiccupped slightly minutes later, forcing herself into a sitting position. She refused to look down, instead looked from something to pick the lock with. She no longer had the energy to use magic without it destroying her. Lifting her tied arms, she groaned as she felt the back of her head, feeling a small pin tangled in her blood-matted hair. She quickly slipped it out, looking at the bobby pin gleefully.

Ignoring the slight swaying of platform she was balanced on, swallowing her stomach that had jumped into her throat, she began to maneuver her hands to pick the lock. She easily masked the pain as the chains dug deeper into her torn muscles in her wrists. Blood dripped from them, coating her fingers and forearms, but she didn't stop what she was doing, her hands shaking violently. Tears attempted to blur her vision, but she didn't let that prohibit her task.

"All about the tumblers," she murmured, trying to put any magic she could muster behind it.

The lock clicked and Reyna sobbed, unable to enjoy her triumph. She hurried to tear them off, though her haste and shaking made it harder. She wailed loudly when she finally got them off, throwing weakly as far as she could.

She cupped her abused wrists, sobbing louder in relief as she curled up on the platform. They looked like a cut of meat that had been gnawed on by a vicious dog, and she could see the bone. The skin was torn to shreds and several pieces of the muscle were hanging on by a single, thin string of bloody tissue. Dirt and sweat filled the crevices, but she could bring herself to care about the infections she could get. She normally had a strong stomach, but the situation got the better of her.

She began to cough up blood, and she saw spots as she laid down, no longer wanting to hold up her head. She made sure she was on her side, not wanting to choke (not that it could kill her again). She limply wrapped her arms around her, passing out shortly form blood loss and fatigue.

"You know, I'm a fan of yours I mean, there are Dark Ones, and then there you are. You're in a close race in the rivalry to my hot throne."

Rumple jumped at that voice, looking to see Hades holding the corn husk doll from the pawnshop. He carefully sat his coffee down, waving at the seat of the booth across from him.

"Why don't we go somewhere more private?" Hades brought them to his throne room.

"So is this how you treat rivals?"

"Did I say 'rivals'?" Hades asked contemplatively. He looked off for a second before grinning at Rumple. "I meant 'supplier'. You've sent so many lovely dead people my way. I mean, Regina does okay, but you've been at it longer, and she gotten, you know, ugh lately," Hades chuckled. "Only second best to your brother, but I am familiar with that feeling."

Rumple growled. "This isn't just a social visit. Get. To. The. Point."

"What I really need is you back in the Overworld and your friends… I want them down here because frankly, they really piss me off. If they find a boat out of here, I want you to sink it," Hades said, unaware of what was going on in solitary as he spoke.

"Whatever boat they acquire, I was going to use, too."

"No problem. I'll just wave my manicured hand, and boom; you'll be in bed with Mrs. Dark One by ten. You in?"

"I have no doubt that you can destroy the boat yourself."

"I could, but I want you to do it. Are you a man I can do business with, or do I simply have to kill all of you?"

"I would," Rumple said, unsure if it was true or not, "But Pan has my dagger. I have my orders, and I cannot break them."

"I'm sure that is a puzzle you can solve. I know you are eager to get home. The question is why?"

Pan floundered as his magic levels undulated. Hook pressed a hand firmly to his shoulder to keep him from falling. Just as suddenly, they settled back to normal, but it was all Pan needed. He shoved Hook's hand away, staring ahead.

"She's close, we have to hurry." He started down the dark underground corridor.

When he got to the shore of the green river quite a few minutes later, he felt a pull the cave across the 'lethal' liquid.

Before the others could catch their breath, they appeared on the opposite shore. Pan used Milah's aura to disguise the magic, not wanting to draw unnecessary attention from Hades.

"Keep watch," Pan told them. "She is in there, I feel it." Without giving them a change to agree (or in Hook's case, disagree), he walked into the opening of the cave.

Reyna woke up, not feeling anymore rested. She looked around and was satisfied that nothing had changed, though the chain had been lower even closer to the pool.

Groaning, she got to her shaky feet, holding her arms out to keep balance on the wobbling platform. Her legs quivered violently, barely able to support her abysmal weight. Her arms felt heavy, and she struggled to keep them outright.

If she thought that was hard, walking was a thousand times worse. Her feet felt like lead weighing her down to the bottom the sea. Her head palpitated, and using the same analogy, the pressure of the water weighed down on her.

All of her thoughts were fuzzy, and she was sure that her head was filling with blood. Had she been alive, there was a good chance she would be in critical condition that would lead to a coma. She felt nauseous, but she slowly walked (or staggered) over to the narrow beam that was her only way out other than down (in which her soul would become more lost than it already was).

Her breath materialized in front of her, the only indication that the temperature was actually lower than her feverish one. She could hardly see between one swollen, blind eye and the other that was filled with tears and half closed. She shuffled slowly to her destination, resembling the poorly acted undead of realm without magic. She paused frequently, her head spinning, making her dizzy, and the sounds of the water flowing beneath her didn't help.

She finally reached the metal beam and took her first step, testing the strength of the structure. Mollified, she slid her first foot a little farther and brought her second on to rest behind it. The beam creaked, and she froze, her knees rubbing together as they struggled to remain still.

Slowly, she took another step, battling to keep her balance. Her muscles were taunt with tension, though that didn't affect their trembling. Holding her breath, she put her back foot in front of the other. Her arms flailed as she started to slip, and she had to crouch and grasp the beam to keep her footing. She closed her eyes as she dropped her head. "Don't look down," she kept repeating like a mantra in a strained, high pitched whisper.

The beam wasn't large enough for her to crawl, and she would begin to slide anyways from the sweat that coated her palms. She hesitantly and cautiously got to her feet. She held out her arms once more, biting her lip as she let out a nervous breath. She looked at the ledge across from her, sighing. She was only about a quarter of the way across.

Continuing at the same drawn out pace, she manage to get farther. About six feet from the edge, her legs ready to give out, she was ready to leap. Taking a deep breath and letting the tears fall, she started to move quickly across. As she was taking the last step, her foot hit the one in front, and she was falling. She screamed, her hands barely managing to catch the beam. Her calf scraped painfully against a boulder that jutted out of the cliff's side. Her hands were slick, and she knew she didn't have much longer. Sobbing and holding on for dear life, her fingers cramping right out of the gates, she looked at the last four feet that she would never be able to cross to safety.

"Reyna?" She heard, and her eye widened at the voice. With it were footsteps.

"Peter…" she whispered. "Peter!" she croaked as loudly as she could, her voice rough and squeaky.

"Reyna!" Peter yelled back, barely hearing her.

"Peter," she sobbed, feeling her fingers sliding, a millimeter at a time.

She looked up just as Peter fell to his knees next to the ledge. "Hold on, I'll help you," Peter breathed, trying to reach out without getting on the beam. She was out of reach. He began to inch forward, knowing he would have to risk it.

"Peter," she sobbed, shaking her head. "You can't save me. I can't hold on from much longer." As she said this, her arms quaked, making her hands creep dangerously close to the edge.

"Come on!" Peter said, his fingers centimeters from hers. "Just take my hand."

Reyna took a deep breath, trying to maneuver her hand higher on the beam. Her face was red from strain, but she didn't give up.

Five centimeters.

Four centimeters.

Three centimeters.

Peter moved his knee, trying to get a better hold to ensure they both came back up.

Two centimeters.

"No!" Peter yelled, his hand grasping at air when she slipped, her eye widening as she reached for him silently, no sound coming out, though it looked like she was screaming.

Reyna knew this was her final moments. She closed her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks. She tried to scream, to tell Peter she loved him one last time, but no sound came out. The abyss was deep, but she was sure that she would hit the water soon.

An arm wrapped around her waist, followed by a second one. She breathed in a familiar scent.

"Peter," she whispered, though it just came out as an intentional exhale.

Peter didn't hesitate in jumping over the edge, catching her. Just before they could hit the water, he used magic, not caring if it led Hades right to them, to send them back up to the ledge.

"I should have done that in the first place," he muttered, though he had been sure he could save her without involving Hades.

Reyna cleared her throat weakly, leaning all her weight on Peter. She chuckled sadly, tears leaving tracks in the blood on her cheeks. "You shouldn't have been here in the first place," she corrected quietly.

Peter chuckled, brushing her hair out of her face and staring at her sadly. "When have I ever listened to anything you say?"

"You're an idiot."

"But I'm your idiot," he replied, leaning his forehead against hers. He kept one hand around her waist, holding her up, using the other to wipe the tears that were falling, trying is best to ignore the blood and her severe lack of coverage. He could be angry later.

They sat there for a second, taking in the other's presence.

Peter knew that they would need to leave, so he got to his feet, picking Reyna up bridal style. "Don't bother protesting," he told her, making her glare weakly. "There is no way I'm letting you walk with those injuries."

Reyna sighed but didn't say anything, laying her head against his chest. "I love you," she whispered, her voice breaking with every word.

"I love you, too, love."

Hook was pacing, glancing at the mouth of the cave. "What is taking so long?" he muttered. "Swan, we should go check."

"Killian," Emma said softly, glancing around for any threats and sharing a look with Milah, who had been talking to her. "Pan can handle this if he needs help, we'll hear it. We don't know what kind of trap Hades has set up in there."

"That is what I'm saying! What if she's dead?"

"I'm not," a voice said softly. Hook spun, seeing Pan exiting the tunnel and cradling and badly injured Reyna. His shirt was already soaked through with her blood.

"Reyna!" he yelled in both relief and pain at seeing her state.

"Killian," she echoed jokingly. Hook ran over, and Pan growled when he tried to take her from him.

"Later," Reyna muttered, not moving her head.

Hook nodded immediately. He would wait if it was what Reyna wanted, though he would be restless until he could be assured that she would be okay. As he stepped away, Reyna groaned.

He was about to step back when he heard what she said. "And you brought the prostitute," she muttered childishly.

Hook scrunched his nose in distaste. A part of him would always love Milah, not in the same way he had, but it was like how Emma would always love Neal. He never understood why she hated Milah.

Pan chuckled, looking at her lovingly. "She was a necessary burden to save you, love."

"She helped us get to you," Emma said, not understanding the acidity in her voice.

"It's good to see you again, too, Reyna," Milah said tightly. Reyna didn't reply, but it wasn't out of anger, more so exhaustion.

Emma, Hook, Pan, and Reyna all appeared back in the loft at the same time that Henry, Felix, Regina, Snow, David, and Robin walked in. Milah had been dropped off, and unknown to the Storybrooke folks, she was about to move on.

"Reyna!" Mary-Margaret said in surprise, a smile spreading on her face. Reyna, who was on her feet (she had convinced Pan when he had magically replenished her energy for the time being and helped to regulate her temperature) though leaning heavily into Pan's side, couldn't meet her eyes. Felix moved silently to the pair, pressing a hand lightly to her exposed hip, noticing how she tensed, before standing behind her.

"Great job, Mom, Killian, Pan!" Henry said happily, not really grasping the extent of Reyna's appearance.

"Oh, look at you," Mary-Margaret said sadly.

"It's nothing," Reyna mumbled, looking at anyone but Regina and Snow.

"How did you do it?" David asked, directing his question at his daughter.

"Pan got some help and got us in. He did most of it and transported us back," Emma said.

"Glad you were successful," Regina muttered.

"What?" Emma asked.

"These three," she said, pointing at Rumple, David, and Robin, "Found us a boat to get us all home. But now it's gone."

"What happened?" Hook asked incredulously.

"Hades attacked," David said, "We lost the boat. Gold's magic was blasted back at him when he tried to stop him."

Pan didn't believe it for a second and glared at his stoic brother.

"You know, Rumple, the timing is awfully suspicious," Reyna said, her voice stronger than it was in the tunnels. Rumple raised an eyebrow, his eyes giving away his guilt if one knew how to read them. "Everything I did to save everyone went to giving you back a sliver of the power I wanted to destroy. I should kill you."

"Acknowledged," Rumple said with curt nod.

"And I will," Reyna said boldly. "But now isn't the time. Just know that you will die at my hands, and soon."

They fell into a tight silence, though Peter and Killian were smirking proudly.

"Okay…" Regina said slowly, "We don't have a way out, but we didn't before anyway. My magic's working now. Let's do this heart split. That way, when we find an exit, we can all get through it."

Reyna looked up, her good eye wide. "Heart split?" she hissed at Peter.

Peter shrugged and smirked at her. "It's a good plan. It'll work, trust me."

"You, I trust," Reyna muttered, worrying her lip. It was Hades she didn't.

Pan took a step forward, keeping a hand on Reyna, though Felix put an arm to support her. He sighed and looked at Regina. "Do it."

Regina nodded, raising her hand to remove his heart. Before she could break though, a spell repelled her. "Ouch," she cursed.

"What was that?" Robin asked.

"Interesting," Gold muttered.

"What the hell?" Emma said.

"Why didn't it work?" Peter asked, looking at Reyna worriedly.

"I was stupid to think Hades would keep his word," Reyna muttered.

They all stood in the cemetery, surrounding four gravestones. The clock had chimed while they were in the apartment, signifying Milah's passing.

Killian Jones. Regina Mills. Snow White. Peter Pan.

Reyna stared at them blankly, her throat thick. She knew in her gut that Rumple was working with Hades and that was why his name was no longer on the stone. She also knew that Peter's had come from the newest, fourth chime.

"Hades told me to pick three names and chisel them. He said whoever I picked would remain in the Underworld. He had already had three picked out. Peter, Killian, and Snow."

"Then why the hell am I there too?"

Reyna took a deep breath. "He gave me the option to change them. I…" she paused, looking fearful. "You don't know what he's like. I… I had to. I changed Peter's to Rumplestiltskin, and I changed Killian's to Regina," she looked down, trying to hide her tears. "I didn't want to, but you have to try to understand! I held on for as long as I could. One person can only handle so much." Peter held her tightly, whispering comforting words in her ears.

"Obviously Hades didn't care for your suggestions," Emma muttered. None of them blamed her, though Regina didn't look happy about it. "And the fourth one?"

"Milah moved on. Peter was added once again because his death would do the most damage to me."

"What does this mean?" Mary-Margaret asked worriedly, clutching David's hand.

"It means we're stuck here, and we can't use Pan's heart to save Reyna," Emma said sadly.

Gold sighed, "I'll be in the shop." There, Hades excitedly confronted Rumple, expressing his right to have ownership of Rumple's and Belle's unborn child.