With Belle and Ruby banished from Storybrooke by the Dark One, David calls on his grandson to help. Emma and Regina get ready to return, but need to face their son before they try. And Dorothy Gale is adapting to life as a single woman. What could go wrong?

Storybrooke – The town line

"Is there anything we can do to get to her?"

David had just watched Gold nearly choke Ruby to death with some sort of magic, right in front of them, before suddenly stopping, and instead magically throwing her, and Belle, over the town like they were rag dolls. Then in front of them, the librarian had slumped to her knees in tears, totally bereft, screaming out his name. Gold then teleported himself away.

Blue shook her head. "The problem isn't getting to her, David. It's getting back again, as you well know! Without one of the queen's scrolls, only a few can return. Tinker Bell and I would disintegrate."

"So they're trapped outside, in a world they don't even know, and we can't get them back? We have to do something to help Blue, surely? I-"

He was interrupted by his phone ringing, pulling it out and answering the caller.

"Henry?"

"Grandpa, we got Neal! Much Miller found him down by the docks. He's been taken to Sherwood."

"Thank god, that's one crisis over for the moment." Much Miller was one of Robin's older men, a seasoned fighter and fiercely loyal to his leader, though he had little time for the royals. "Henry, you can get in and out of Storybrooke without one of those 'magic scrolls', right?"

"Of course, I was born outside. Why?"

"Are you anywhere near that sports car of yours?"

"I'm already in it! I was just about to drive over to the edge of Sherwood to get to Neal."

"Okay, change of plan. I'll go get Neal instead…" David watched the two women scramble to get inside Belle's mini. "I need you to get over to the town line, then drive south as fast as you can. You need to catch up with Belle and Ruby and stop them before they get too far!"

"Belle's left town? Why?"

"The Dark One just threatened to kill Ruby, then threw them both over the town line."

"Grandpa Gold did that?" Henry couldn't believe his ears? "To Belle?"

"This wasn't Gold, Henry, this was The Dark One, tooth and claw! He pushed Belle's car over there, too. So just drive, call me your hands-free when you're ready, and I'll explain what's happening."

Miami Beach, Florida

"I'm not sure, Emma. I know it's a terrible thing to say about our own son, but I'm really not sure I can face him right now!"

It was late afternoon, and both women had just spent the last few hours on the beach and in the local bar for their last day in Miami. Tomorrow morning they would fly back to New York, then drive to Portland, the last remaining city before Storybrooke, where they'd booked a hotel room. And god knows what they'd face after that! They both now sat by the dressing table, Regina's phone in front of them, dreading what would happen when they spoke to their son, after everything that happened.

"You're not facing him, you're calling him. And I get it, but it's still best you do it, instead of me. After all, I was the one that hit him, remember? It's Henry. You know he'll listen first."

"But what if he doesn't? What if he doesn't want anything to do with me, or you? No, I think it best we just message him first."

She opened the app, which still had a little picture against his name, taken eight months ago, on the day he'd won his place in Harvard.

He was smiling. Happy. So very different to the last time they saw him!

Meanwhile…

Henry had crossed the Storybrooke town line a good half an hour ago, picking up speed when he was able to, as the highway straightened. He silently prayed he'd reach before Belle reached Brunswick. Because after that they could stop somewhere, or even, god forbid, reach Portland, where the freeway connected and he'd definitely lose them. Looking at his phone, he cursed himself for not having Belle's number. And it wasn't like he could call Gold, because he was the one who sent them over in the first place! He didn't have Ruby's number either, and he certainly couldn't ask Snow.

Henry could barely believe what Charming had told him. Why would his other grandfather turn on Belle? She was the only one, apart from Gideon, who kept him sane! What had driven him to such a rage? Henry knew that, after Jefferson, he was the only one who could get through to him sometimes. He'd have to go and see him when he got back.

Fortunately, just over a mile later, he recognised the rear of Belle's red mini, grateful she was such a cautious driver who kept well within the speed limits, making it easier to catch up. He flashed her several times from behind, but as she didn't respond, he pulled out, accelerating past her, looking inside to see both women staring straight ahead. Pulling back in front of her, he started to brake, forcing her to do the same, before waving out the window for her to pull over. And when she finally stopped, he climbed straight out, waving his hands as he came to Ruby's side of the car. They seemed genuinely surprised to see him, as she lowered her window.

"I had to stop you!" He crouched by the door. As he looked closer, the first thing Henry noticed was how truly dreadful they both looked. The skin around Belle's eyes looked red and blotched, and the normally stunning blue eyes seemed dulled. And Ruby looked even worse. He assumed both had clearly been weeping. "David told me what happened. Where are you going?"

"I…I don't know," Belle's voice was croaky. "Boston. New York. I don't know." But Ruby remained silent, just staring ahead. "I just…"

"Look, I don't know what's happened between you, but David he told me what he'd heard. Don't go anywhere yet, okay? I need you to stay close, till we figure this out. Whatever's happened, Gideon still needs you!"

"And I need him!" She finally looked up at him. "I've barely thought about thing else! But I can't even get back over the town line! There's no scroll to get back to him."

Henry looked over Ruby's shoulder to the back seat. At the two large suitcases. Clearly, the Dark One didn't plan on having them return.

"Listen, don't go! I'll give you the keys to my dad's old flat in New York, if need be. I know a little place you can stay in Portland till we figure this out? It's owned by a friend's parents. I'll get you in there, and then you tell me what's happened? I'll go and see grandpa after, to get this fixed."

"It's not him, Henry, it's the Dark One! He's taken over Rumple completely. We only just managed to stop him killing Ruby." She sounded genuinely frightened. But Ruby still remained silent, staring ahead, a blank expression on her face.

"Yeah, David said. But try not to worry. Just follow me till we get to Portland, then we'll stop and talk, okay? But I can't help unless I know everything that's happened"

The Sherwood Arms

Three years ago, the soul of Robin of Locksley, was reunited with his body, through the intervention of Merlin. The most famous outlaw that ever lived had returned. And from the moment he reappeared in Storybrooke, he was a man on a mission. A mission to find his children, then the woman who he'd been told was his soulmate and true love, Regina Mills. Or as she was now, Regina, Elected Queen of the United Realms.

But he still had much more to do. Having fled into exile as a result of the cruel Prince John's confiscating their lands, he set about acting in defence of the poor and in need. And he built a little army of brave men and women who would together create the famous legends that became known throughout the realm. The legends of Robin Hood and the Merry Men.

But on the day he returned to their tiny tented community in the middle of the forest three miles out of Storybrooke, in the pouring rain, Robin decided this was no way for them to live. So he set about building a little village of their own, with buildings with solid roofs, heating, plumbing, and the basic comforts everyone in Storybrooke took for granted. And Merlin used his magic to help. So much so, that the hamlet, consisting of some fifty timber-framed buildings, was created within a month. And at its centre stood a larger building. An inn that would become the centre hub of the little village they'd named Sherwood, in memory of the original land his family once owned but was stolen from them by a tyrannical monarch. Merlin had even designed the large new pub in such a way that no magic worked within its protective shell, providing a safe haven against any future magical threat.

Soon, the Sherwood Arms prospered, and even people from Storybrooke would come and eat and drink there. And it was this same pub that David raced into, looking for his son, seeing him at a table near the bar with Robin.

"Neal? Thank god you're safe!"

His eight-year-old looked up at him, ready to be shouted at. "I'm sorry, dad. Sorry I ran away. I just…got really angry? And I don't know how but I kinda found myself at the docks, where Killy's ship used to be. It wasn't there anymore."

"No, my boy, I'm the one who should be saying sorry!" David pulled him up to drag him into his arms, hugging him tightly, kissing the top of his head. "I shouldn't have asked Dorothy to keep you away. That was my fault, not hers. But she said that you just disappeared in front of her? Like Emma does, with magic. Why did you go to the docks?"

"I didn't mean to! It's just, when Emma gets upset, she said she goes there, to the Jolly, and looks out on the sea and it makes her feel better. So when I got angry, I just thought about it and…there I was!" He noticed how his father didn't seem too surprised. "Dad, did you know I had magic?"

He nodded. "Merlin told me, about a year ago, when he met you. He said it would probably show itself when you were older. Emma didn't discover she had it till she was nearly thirty! But that was probably because she lived most of her life in a land without magic. That's why we didn't tell you, yet. I wanted to tell you, but someone asked me to wait till you were a little older."

"Mum?" David didn't answer but his face told him all he needed to know. "yeah, she hates magic, doesn't she? I see how she looks when Regina or Emma uses it. Is she still in hospital?"

He nodded. There was no point in denying it. "She's still in a coma. I didn't let you know, because I thought you'd find it too upsetting. Especially after everything else that's happened to you."

"What happened? Please just tell me the truth, papa. Dot didn't lie to me, but I could tell she was hiding something."

David gave him a sad smile. It looked like is eight-year-old was also gaining Emma's lie-detection superpowers. "Do you know, you're sounding more like your big sister every day? I'll tell you what I know, but I'll leave out some parts that might not be appropriate for your age, okay? But I won't lie to you."

"I'll leave father and son to talk, I think." Robin stood up from the table. "David, can I get Tuck to bring you over a beer? You look like you very much need it!"

David was just about to thank him when Neal interrupted. "No, can Robin stay, please? He's been telling me some things about Emma and Regina. I want to know if that's what's happened to mum?"

Over the next few minutes, because the boy was present, Robin told him an expurgated version of what they'd found in the little hidden cottage in the forest. And going back to Rumpelstiltskin's and the images from the dream catcher. About the weird green substance that Emma and Regina had discovered, broken in the sink. About them smelling it, thinking it was weed. About how they seemed to 'fall in love' on the spot. As he was talking about his own daughter, David was grateful Robin left out the obvious details of what he'd probably seen. For him, it was more than uncomfortable watching his own true love having sex with Ruby and he was grateful Gold had fast-forwarded over most of it. It must have been just as uncomfortable for the archer to watch Regina with Emma. But David listened carefully throughout.

"It's pretty much what Dorothy and I saw with Snow and Ruby. But the dreamcatcher showed that jar you mentioned, falling from a cupboard before she picked it up. So they obviously must have got there before Emma and Regina."

Neal had also been listening. "So mum didn't know what she was doing, because she was poisoned? That's what made her fall in love with Ruby and leave us? So she couldn't help it?"

"That's what Henry and Gold think, anyway."

"So is that why mum's so ill in hospital? Is that what's going to happen to Emma?"

"I certainly hope not! We don't really know what happened to mum just yet, Neal. All we know is that Ruby found her in the old loft, on the floor, unconscious." He didn't tell him about the sleeping pills overdose, though Robin seemed to pick up on it when David gave him a look. "But the doctors are looking after her. Blue said Merlin's also been called back to help, if possible. So we just have to hope and wait until he gets here."

"What about Emma? Dot wouldn't tell me where she was, but she's got white magic! Can't she help?"

"Oh, Neal." David sighed, looking at Robin. "Emma isn't the Sheriff anymore and Regina isn't the Mayor. They left Storybrooke five days ago, and Henry says they've gone to Miami. But he doesn't-"

"Florida?" That came as news to Robin.

"They're staying in a hotel on Miami Beach, apparently. The Ritz-Carlton."

"Well that's very nice for some people, isn't it?" Robin sounded sarcastic, shaking his head in weary resignation. Clearly Regina still had no regrets over all the heartache and upset she'd caused, even if it was started by a potion. He also remembered her last words to him, after he'd punched Emma for assaulting Roland:

'If I ever see you here again, you're going to be one very dead thief! For the second time, mark my words!'

Portland, Maine

Belle followed Henry's car to a little bed and breakfast close to the waterside in the seaport city, that was owned by a friend's parents. Parking up, he handled the reservation and helped them carry the two big bags upstairs to the only room still available.

"Sorry they were short of rooms, but at least this one's got a really nice sea view? I hope you two don't mind sharing a bed?"

Belle had been quiet since they left the car, apart from acknowledging the owner's daughter when they signed the registration forms. She seemed to be acting like she was drugged. But hearing his question, she looked up to see an innocent expression. He clearly didn't know what had happened.

"It's fine, Henry. We'll be just…fine."

"Okay. Look, I'll wait downstairs while you two get unpacked, then I'll take us somewhere to eat." While Belle silently nodded, expressionless, Ruby remained staring straight ahead. She'd barely spoken two words since Henry had flagged them down on the highway. "Ruby?"

"You saw it didn't you?" A pair of exhausted blue eyes finally looked up at him, finally acknowledging him. "The dreamcatcher. You saw it?"

Realising what she was talking about, he nodded. "Yeah. We think you were poisoned by something left in that cottage Ingrid used. Grandpa David watched it. Do did Dorothy." Seeing her wince at him mentioning her wife, he regretted telling her. "But that still doesn't explain why Grandpa Gold would get mad at you? Or chuck Belle over the line with you? What's it got to do with him, anyway?"

But Ruby not answering him as Belle now looked away with a more than guilty expression on her face told all he needed to know. "Oh no. Not the two of you, together, surely?"

Belle moved away, pulling one of the cases onto the bed, facing away, clearly not wanting to answer him. Dealing with his mothers, Henry was used to avoidance, but he could be persistent. "Belle, did you visit that cottage in the forest? The one Ruby went to? Or smell that weird potion?" He noticed when she shook her head slightly. But she continued to look away, clearly refusing to answer.

"The way you're acting, I'm guessing you had sex with Ruby, and he found out?"

Seeing the way her head jerked up, he'd clearly hit the target. "Henry, whatever's happened, this has nothing to do with you. This is between me, and your grandfather."

"Bollocks, of course it has! I'm the only chance you've got of getting back to Gideon! He's the Dark One, for god's sake, so just tell me what happened to make him throw the love of his life out of Storybrooke? Was it a one-off, or what?"

Later that evening…

"Four years! Can you believe that? Four bloody years!And she says she's still in love with him!"

Henry was driving back to Storybrooke, on the phone to Charming, having left the women at the little hotel in Portland. He'd just repeated what he'd been told earlier. With his phone now on hands-free, Charming listened at the farm dining table while he ate.

"I'd never have believed that of Belle! Ruby, yes. She always had a bit of a reputation back in Misthaven, for men and women. I'd always assumed it was a wolf-thing, but Granny told me it wasn't; and that wolves are generally monogamous. But Belle? Four years is a long time! So it was an affair?"

"Apparently not! I asked them straight out, and they both shook their heads, though they didn't want to talk about it. I even asked them if they were in love, but Ruby said no, she loved Dot. So I'm guessing it was some sort of itch they nboth eeded to scratch? But Belle didn't go anywhere near that cottage. Or the potion."

"Well, whatever the reason, Gold would be the worst person to cheat on! He's not exactly known for his forgiving nature, take it from someone who's dealt with him! And Ruby? Did you ask her about what happened to your other grandmother?"

"Yeah. She sounded devastated, grandpa. Almost catatonic. She said she found her early morning in the kitchen, lying on the floor with the open pill bottle close by. That's when she called Whale. She also said she was so sorry for all the pain she'd caused everyone. Especially you and Dorothy! She told me she had no idea what made her do it, so she ran away. That's when Grandpa Gold found her and forced her back to his place to show her the dreamcatcher. But the images were her and Belle."

"I'm surprised, knowing him, he didn't just kill her on the spot."

"Apparently Belle found out what he'd done, and tried to stop him killing her by using the Dark One dagger against him, but didn't realise it was a fake. She told him to take her to the town line and was going to force him across. That's when you turned up."

"So they're safe for the moment?"

"Yeah. But they're broken, gramps. Both of them."

"So it sounds like, for Ruby, the potion finally wore off?" David shook his head, thinking of everything they'd been through over the last two weeks.

"Yeah. On Grandma Snow, too. It sounds like she finally realised what she'd done, to you and Neal, and tried to take her own life." There was a silence at the other end of the line. "Sorry."

"It's okay, my boy? At least now we know what happened."

"Yeah. Selfish of her though? Considering if she'd died, you'd have killed too, because of your shared heart, leaving Neal without either of you." As he spoke, a little banner popped up on the screen, showing someone had left a text message. Someone he hadn't seen for over a week. "I don't believe it!"

"Henry, what is it? What's happened."

"You'll never guess? I just got a text from mum. Regina. I'll call you back?"

~oOo~

He pulled into the lay-by as soon as he could, grabbing the phone to open the message app:

Mum R: Henry, I need to talk to you. Call me.

No please? No, sorry for all the pain we've caused everyone? How should he answer that, specially after everything that had happened? He wasn't feeling in a particularly forgiving mood.

Henry: How's Miami Beach? Nice tan?

One and a half thousand miles south, two women looked on, definitely not expecting that answer!

"He knows where we are?"

"He's probably put a tracker on your phone," Emma was impressed. "I used to do it to his, because he used to run off sometimes. You must have left it lying around? Sneaky sod. Still, I can show you how to get rid of it."

"I do not leave my phone lying around. I-" But another message came in:

Henry: Ritz-Carlton, eh? The one in New York, too. Very nice. Robin was impressed. Good to see you're living well while they're not.

"He's into your online banking, too! Clever boy. I wonder if he's into mine?"

"Emma, this isn't funny!" She texted him again:

Mum R: Henry, please call me. I want to speak to you.

After she sent it, she saw the tiny icon at the top that showed he was typing a reply. A long one.

Henry: Well I don't want to speak to you, until you've given me a grovelling apology for all the shit and heartache you've caused everyone! Then, and only then, we talk!

Henry pressed send and looked at his message again. It was petty and he knew he shouldn't have sent it. But after the day he'd had, being reminded those two were probably sunning themselves on a private Miami beach, without a care in the world, just made him angry.

"For god's sake Regina, call him! Here, give me the phone?" She reached out for it.

"No. he asked for an apology, and that's what I'm going to give him!"

~oOo~

It was a good twenty minutes later when he stopped at a station to fill the tank, when he noticed there was a WhatsApp video message waiting for him. And quite a big one. The screen showed his two mothers sitting close, side-by-side, facing the screen. His brunette mother started talking, nervously, the moment he clicked on it:

"Henry, you asked for my apology. So here it is. I am so very, very sorry, for everything I have put you through over the last few weeks! Although I remember everything Emma and I did to you, Robin and everyone else, you must have noticed that it was completely out of character? I love Robin with my very soul, as much as I love you. And Roland. And with her sitting beside me, I can say I am definitely not in love with Emma, and nor is she in love with me, despite what we both told you! Somehow, we've been cursed, Henry. I don't know what sort of magic the imp used on us, or how he did it, but I swear to you that I was somehow being manipulated. And so was Emma. Nonetheless I've hurt you, badly. I'm truly sorry, and I hope, given time, you'll forgive me."

Now Emma started to speak:

"Hen, the same goes for me. God knows how he did it, but he did! I said things, and did things, I never would normally, and I'll never forgive myself for hitting you like that. Or Roland. And I well deserved that punch I got from Robin, even though it nearly knocked me unconscious! I'm sorry. But you must know I would never normally do something like that? I'm the saviour, for god's sake, I save people, not hurt them and I would never normally belt a child like that! As your mum said, I was being controlled. But now I'm over whatever madness it was that Gold put on us, I need to get back to you, to the man I love, and to your little sister, both of whom probably never want to see me again! Please forgive me?"

He played the video twice more and smiled to himself. Ingrid's potion had clearly worn off, as it had with Snow and Ruby. He'd asked for an apology, and he got one. He knew what he had to do.

The Nolan Farm

"Four years? I told you there was someone else, too. Apart from Snow, didn't I?"

When he'd been talking to Henry with the phone on hands-free, David didn't realise he was being overheard as she walked across to the table. He noticed that instead of the usual heavy cotton dressing gown, she was now wearing only a sheer berry-red silky chemise, showing far more of her legs than he'd seen before. They were slimmer and more muscular than he'd imagined under her usual jeans or long skirts. She'd also clearly taken time over her hair, and her face looked much more radiant, and pinky, than usual. Considering she'd been through two of the worst weeks of her life, she looked ten years younger.

"Sorry Dot, I didn't see you there! Neal wasn't listening in, was he?"

"No, he's still in bed. Sorry for eavesdropping like that, but I couldn't help myself. So Ruby's now in Portland with Belle?" He nodded. "Where's that?"

"About an hour and a bit south of here, heading towards Boston. You heard most of it, then?"

"Yeah. I always suspected Belle was Ruby's mystery woman. Either her, or Mulan."

"Mulan?" David considered it. "Unlikely. I don't know much about her past, but I know she's carrying Philip Briar's child. Due any day now, I gather? She and Phil are both in some sort of three-way relationship with Aurora."

"A polyamorous relationship," she smiled, getting up to walk over to the drinks counter, collecting the whisky bottle and two glasses. "Rory calls them a thruple'. I was at their place earlier today. She's the one who did my hair and skin treatment for me this morning," she flicked her hair, drawing her fingers through the tresses. "She does it for Mulan, though I don't know why – her skin's just perfect! I guess she must have thought I needed it? I left early, when you phoned me about Neal?"

"Sorry I screwed up your day! And sorry again for asking you not to tell him about Snow. That was stupid of me. We're sorted now." He poured a couple of fingers of whisky in each glass, handing one to her. "Whatever Rory did, you look lovely, by the way!" He admired the chemise. "Bit of retail therapy, too?"

"Thanks. Something like that. As I'm single again, they now suggested we have one or two girls' nights out. That's when I realised most of my clothes are fairly dowdy these days." She took a large pull on the scotch, stretching out her long bare legs from under the table, yawning. "If I'm going to go back on the dating scene, a need a new wardrobe, don't you think?"

"Whatever makes you feel good about yourself, I guess. So you're planning on dating? Well, good for you!" he raised his glass, chinking hers, before slugging down the contents. "Get out there, Dorothy Gale. You're a beautiful, intelligent woman who can do anything she puts her mind too. A hero to many, as well. You deserve a good life."

The way he said it made her feel quite emotional. Nobody ever called her beautiful. Strong, definitely. Brave, certainly. Intelligent, sometimes. But beautiful? "Thank you, David. You know how to make a girl feel good! You're a seriously handsome man yourself, you know that? Perhaps you should be going dating as well? There's plenty of single girls around here that would jump at the chance to be with someone like you."

"Like me?" He chuckled, picking up the bottle and pouring them both another. "Recently divorced, with an eight-year-old son and a daughter who's nearly forty? If we hadn't left the forest I'd be nearly sixty now. And I share a split heart with my former wife. Hardly the best catch."

"You couldn't be more wrong. You're exceptionally handsome, you're brave, strong and a natural leader. And let's face it, you do make beautiful kids." She took another whisky shot as she grinned. "If I was your type, I'd certainly jump your bones!"

"You?" He laughed again, enjoying their flirting. "What about the fact I'm a mere man, not a woman?"

"What makes you assume I'm gay? I could be bisexual. Let's face it, I've never had any lovers, apart from Ruby."

"You're kidding?" David was genuinely surprised. "But you're gorgeous! You must have, surely?"

"Nope…" she stood, the whisky now kicking in and giving her a warm feeling inside. "Not one. And I'm now officially divorced and single. I signed the papers, just like you did." She leant over him, kissing his cheek, for several seconds longer than normal, giving David more than enough time to appreciate her cleavage up close. "So if you're ever interested, you know where to find me?"

She stood, giving him a beaming grin, before walking away and up the stairs, to her bedroom.

Miami, Florida

Once they'd sent their video message to henry, Emma and Regina set about packing their cases and an early night, ready to check out of the hotel in the morning after breakfast. Up until three days ago, the pair were inseparable, sharing the bathroom, and each other. But now, even though they still shared the large bed in the very expensive suite, because of their former intimacy, a degree of awkwardness now existed between them, which both tried to ignore, carrying on as usual. But they now used the bathroom separately.

As Regina now sat in cotton towels at the dressing table applying her moisturiser, Emma came out from the shower, similarly dressed, with a towel around her hair. But both heads turned to the sound of Regina's MacBook ringing, the screen brightening, as it sat open on the bed.

"It's Henry!" Regina could barely believe it, seeing his face on the screen.

"I'll get it!" Emma darted across to the bed. For a moment, the brunette thought to stop her as they weren't properly dressed yet, but thought better of it, not wanting to miss the call. The blonde collected it as she climbed onto the bed, resting it on her lap, and clicking to accept.

"Henry?" Though she tried to stay calm, she was just as nervous as Regina, and her voice betrayed it.

"Ma?" For the first time in nearly two weeks, Henry stared back at her. He was a grown man now, larger than both of them, and even taller than David. But his light beard looked a little untidy, and he wore his quilted jacket, clearly not at home.

"Henry, where are you?"

"In a service station ten miles out of Storybrooke." He noticed the towel covering her hair was starting to unravel. "I can see you're still in Miami? Is mum with you?"

"I'm coming," Regina called, thinking of dressing before she face him, but there wasn't time. She climbed onto the bed, settling against the headboard beside Emma, so the camera could show both of them. "It's dark out. Why aren't you back home?"

"It's a long story." As they sat side-by-side, Henry instantly spotted the difference from the last time he saw them. "Seems I was right about the tans? You been enjoying yourselves down there?"

"Not particularly. Henry, did you see the video I sent you?"

"I did. That's why I pulled in here, so we wouldn't get cut off. So the potion's worn off then?"

"It has," Emma answered. "And once I get my bloody hands on Gold, I'll kill him!"

"Gold?" Henry frowned. "You think grandpa did this?"

"Of course he did!" Emma agreed. "Henry, I'd never do something like that to Killian in a million years! And Hope? Why would I ever try to do anything that would hurt my own daughter?"

"Sorry to break your bubble ma, but this time it had nothing to do with grandpa, and I know that as a fact. This was all Ingrid's work!"

"Ingrid? The Snow Queen? But she's dead! Isn't she?"

Oh boy, this was going to take a while!

~oOo~