In the carriage house that sits on the eastern side of the Locksley property, Norah and Eliana sit on the lid of the large rectangular Kenmore freezer eating homemade frozen fruit juice bars flavored with raspberry and pineapple amid the type of things one usually finds in a garage.

"You need the chocolate and banana flavored ones. I'm gonna tell your mum to get you some."

Norah shakes her head emphatically. "We have those at your house! Mama says they have too much sugar. She makes these herself. If you tell her that we have chocolate and banana at your house she will tell your mom to stop buying them."

Eliana suddenly looks horror stricken. "You don't think Mum would really do that, do you?"

Norah shrugs. "I'd rather not find out. These are okay, they aren't the same, but they still taste good. Just be happy we get to have the others when we're at your house."

Eliana nods numbly as if the very thought traumatizes her. Suddenly pineapple and raspberry doesn't seem so bad. After a silent moment, she cocks her head to one side and asks a question that has been on her mind for the better part of two hours. "Norah… Why did you hide my dad's crystal under the baby cabbages in the freezer?"

"I'm not hiding it. I'm freezing it."

"I thought that was why you put it in the bathtub with the cold water."

"No. I put it in the bathtub water to make it not be hot anymore. So, it wouldn't burn us. Now I'm freezing it."

"Why? It's not hot anymore, Norah."

"Cause that's what Daddy did when Roland put the same tape all over his new boots."

Eliana squints and shakes her head in confusion. "I don't understand."

"See, Mama got Roland some new boots. His old ones were too small. He hadn't had the new ones for very long when he got a great big ink stain all over one of them. He didn't want Mama to know. He thought she would be mad at him because he was using the ink for her fountain pens again, and she tells him not to do that. She's told him a bunch of times. So, he tried to hide the stain by using half the roll of Daddy's tape on his boots. He put so much that Daddy couldn't get it off without messing up the boots. I didn't understand either, but Daddy put Roland's boots in the freezer and left them there all night long. The next morning, when Daddy tried to take it off the boots the tape almost fell off. I guess the cold from the freezer made the tape not stick so good anymore. I don't want the tape to leave sticky stuff all over your dad's crystal. So, I put it in the freezer. Get it?"

"Norah! I cannot leave that thing here all night!"

"Calm down! It's okay! Don't yell. Daddy said the boots only had to be in there for a couple of hours. He only left them in there all night, because he put them in the freezer at bedtime, and he had to go to work."

"Oh. So, we can take it out soon?"

"You'll have it back before you go home. Eat your fruit bar before it melts. You're dripping it on your sweater."

Eliana grimaces but then shrugs and she pats the stain dry. "How do you know it's been almost two hours?"

"Because, we watched two shows on TV. Papa said that was almost an hour. Then we played Guess Who and Candyland. Now we're having a snack. The has to be almost two hours, doesn't it?"

Eliana shrugs. "I don't know. Sounds good to me. In a little while, we can get it out, take the tape off, go back to your room, and see if it works."

Norah shakes her head. "We are not going back to my room to see if that thing works. We are going to the woods. We are going to the wishing well where magic is strongest in town."

Eliana sighs dramatically. "I don't mind the wishing well, but do we have to go to the woods?"

"Eliana, that's where the wishing well is. Even if it wasn't, you are not going to use that thing in my bedroom."

"Why not?"

"Because you said you wanted to bring the Underworld to Storybrooke."

"Yeah, so?"

"Elia, I do not want dead people in my bedroom! Especially not the entire underworld full of them! What if they are all ugly and rotten like zombies?"

"They aren't. They just look like people. They're not scary."

"Well how am I supposed to know that. I've never been to the underworld!"

"Because I just told you."

"Okay but…" Norah shakes her head. "It doesn't matter. I still don't want dead people in my bedroom."


Hades, Lord of the Underworld swallows a magnificent sip of Mavroudi, one of the oldest of Greek wines. Its fine bouquet delighting his olfactory sense the instant before he laughs snidely. "Cora, you know, you really are quite entertaining. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?"

The Queen of Hearts rises from her chair and tries not to bristle with indignation as she feigns ignorance. "Maybe you shouldn't imbibe so indulgently Hades. Less wine might afford you a bit of clarity."

"I know each and every person that resides here Cora. I know each and every person who is granted a temporary visit. I know each and every heart that dares to beat in this place. The underworld is my domain. The underworld is my kingdom; and you… You were granted a certain amount of prestige when I selected you to oversee things here in my frequent absences. I didn't expect an outpouring of gratitude, nor am I naïve. I knew - I knew that once you'd had enough time to become comfortable with your new appointment, you'd do something utterly self-serving but, common thievery? Really Cora?"

The queen's eyes narrow ominously. "How dare you call me that!"

"Call you what? Common? Or a thief? Because I'm not sure which you resent more. We both know just how common you really are, despite all of your highbrowed attempts to prove otherwise. If you don't like being called a thief, then I suggest you try not acting like one. Especially not when you, of all people, know how closely the underworld and all of its inhabitants are monitored. Yesterday at precisely 2:47 PM, while I was in Storybrooke playing with my son - your grandson, I might add - you went through my collectibles, you found the Agraban staff, you transformed it, and for one brief glorious moment, The Sultan's greedy little boy thought he was free; didn't he? 'Thank you' was probably dancing sweetly on the tip of Jafar's forked tongue when you snatched his beating heart out of his chest, plunged it into your own, and then returned him to his previous form and walked away as if all was right in hell."

Cora sniffs indifferently her chin raised in defiance. "So what? I've stolen nothing of value. Only his heart. He wasn't using it. You've turned him into a shepherd's walking stick."

Hades guffaws loudly as he points to his own chest. "Me? You think I transformed him? Me, Hades? Ruler of all that is dark and unholy? Cora, come now. If I had transformed Jafar - into anything, be it a shepherd's crook or the most holiest of grails, you wouldn't have even the slightest hope of reversing said transformation; no matter how momentarily. Furthermore, transformed or not, his heart, along with the rest of him, now belongs to me. I paid for him, fair and square. You have stolen my property, and for what? You are still stuck here - a condition which you aren't likely to remedy without my personal assistance. Even if you should somehow manage it, even if you do find yourself topside again, you really should know a little something about human organ donation and the horrors of what can happen to a person who has not been properly matched with the transplanted organ they receive. It's bad Cora, very bad. You may be a powerful witch, and you may be the grandmother of demigods, but you, my dear mother-in-law, are still human. Still regrettably mortal and therefore, subject to the pitfalls and perils of such beings. Once you are free of this place, if ever, your magic may help you avoid rejection of the purloined heart that now beats in your chest for a brief time, but unless you and old Jafar just happen to have matching blood types, and are otherwise suitable candidates for transplant, your body will reject the organ without, or possibly even with, proper and immediate medical care, and your time away from the underworld will be infinitesimal in the grand scheme of things. Before you know it, you'll be right back here and in much worse shape than you are now. After your failed escape, I'm not likely to be nearly as generous."

Cora stands before him with her hands on her hips and squints suspiciously. "Generous? My, but you are delusional, aren't you? Not to mention a terrible liar."

Enjoying himself, Hades asks, "Oh, how have I lied?"

"There isn't any reason at all why his heart shouldn't work as well for me as it did for him… Better even. I don't intend to stand around blithely while someone turns me into what amounts to a crutch for the infirm. I don't care how finely crafted or how many precious jewels it's encrusted with."

Hades shrugs. "Fine. Don't believe me. Give it a go. I won't stop you. If you can find your way out of this place, I'll let you go. But, before you die an agonizing death, only to be returned here, I'd have a word with your other son-in-law, if I were you. I doubt Robin Hood will be able to help you combat the effects of organ rejection, but he might give you some pointers on how to be a better thief."

"You!" Cora cries aloud. Mad with rage, but not half mad enough to think her magical ability any match for his godly prowess, she flies at him physically, only to have her wrist caught in his vice-like grip the instant before her palm connects with his cheek.


When the wishing well is in sight, Norah breaks into a trot. When she reaches it, she climbs up and sits on top of the well with Eliana trailing several feet behind. "Hurry up Elia."

"You could slow down." The redhead accuses cantankerously, her normally pale complexion pink with exertion. "Why do you have to move so fast?"

The evening breeze tosses Norah's dark curls about haphazardly "I wasn't going fast. I just wasn't going slow. And, because, I have to be home before it gets dark."

"Why? You're not Cinderella. You're not going to turn into a pumpkin."

"The carriage turned back into a pumpkin at midnight… Not Cinderella, and anyway, that's not even the real story. It's just the one people in this world believe."

"It's silly to be scared of the dark. There's nothing to be afraid out."

"I'm not afraid. It's just a rule. I have to be in the backyard before it gets dark. If I'm not there when Mama gets home. She will come find us. So, if you don't want her to know about this, we better hurry."

"We can just use magic to go back."

"Okay, but we still need to hurry up."

Eliana removes the Olympian crystal from the pocket of her red sweater. "The freezer really did take all the tape off."

Norah nods. "Yeah, but El, that isn't the way the crystal looks in Henry's storybook. It's got that big crack in it. Maybe we shouldn't use it."

Eliana groans laboriously. "You made me come all the way out here. Now you're gonna be a big baby?"

Norah rolls her eyes as she looks up at the twilight sky. "It's not that far to walk out here. It just takes a few minutes. "I'm not a baby. I'm just asking, what if that thing doesn't work right because it's got a crack in it. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I won't. I'm a goddess. I can do this. You might get hurt. You should move further away, or at least get down off the edge of the well."

As Norah eases her feet to the ground, Eliana slips a folded piece of paper from the same pocket that held the crystal. Curious, Norah steps to her side and looks at the rudimentary pictures the page exhibits. "What's that?"

Eliana lays the paper down flat on the edge of the well and places the crystal on top of it to keep the breeze from blowing it away. It's a switching spell Mum taught me… Just for fun."

Norah almost smiles; excited by the thought of a new spell for two seconds before she suddenly frowns. "A switching spell? Like for switching the places of two different things so that they trade places?"

"Yep. Cool, right?"

For a moment, Norah doesn't move at all. She simply stares at her cousin with equal parts uncertainty and worry. When she finally does speak, she says slowly, "Eliana, you told me you wanted to bring the underworld here so that your dad could be here more often. If you're bringing the underworld here with a switching spell, what are you going to put in its place?" Storybrooke?"

"No. I'm not doing that."

"Then what are you doing?" Norah demands, suspicion seeping into her young voice."

Eliana grins with satisfaction. "I'm gonna switch Daddy with Theo."

Norah sighs heavily. "It won't work. If you do it - even if you do it right - your dad will just go get Theo and bring him back."

"Not if I banish Mummy and Daddy from the underworld so that they have to stay here… With me." Eliana picks up the crystal, and closes her eyes, summoning magic.

Even as Norah contemplates what her cousin intends, small vibrant cobalt blue streaks of lightning spark into existence only to quickly sputter out and die as, horrified, Norah steps forward. "Eliana, No!"

"Yes," The redhead objects with determination and tries harder, summoning power with all her might.

The wind whips harder, tearing at their hair and their clothes. Dark ominous clouds begin to drift over the horizon, blotting out what's left of the sunlight.

Violent blue lightning shoots vertically from the uppermost point of the crystal as Eliana holds the crystal high over her head and rips the sky as Norah lunges. "No! I won't let you do it, Eliana." The brunette child struggles for and grasps onto the crystal for as long as she can even as its heat sears her flesh. Eliana fights to push her away, but Norah holds her ground.

"Eliana, please, I know you don't like him, but he's just a baby! You can't leave him alone in the underworld all by himself with just those dead people, without your mom or your dad to take care of him. Something bad will happen to him Eliana. He's your brother!" Norah shoves her away, and because she can't hold on any longer, she knocks the blazing crystal from Eliana's grasp.

The crystal tumbles through the air like a cartwheeling flame thrower and both girls duck for cover as bolts of lightning are thrown end over end to set the treetops aflame before the God of Thunder's misfiring talisman plummets into the magical watery depths of the well that is home to the only source of power that keeps the town of Storybrooke in existence.

Red faced and livid, Eliana peers out from behind the trunk of a huge ancient redwood as she shouts, "Now, look what you did!"

Eliana stalks toward the well.

For a single moment, Norah watches the crystal dim noticeably, and she thinks that the lightning shooting into the sky is about to die. However, as it begins to rain wildly, instead of dying out and vanishing from sight, as it should have after losing contact with Eliana's power, the surge of lightning intensifies, and the ground beneath their feet begins to shudder violently. When wide cracks begin to split the earth, radiating out from the base of the well, Norah shouts 'Eliana, No!" one last time and, because she knows her cousin won't listen, she springs to her feet and runs as fast as she can. Tackling Eliana, slamming into her with her full body weight, Norah goes down hard as a blinding explosion of light sets off car alarms, and causes household windows to explode, all over town.