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.

When dry lightning first begins to flash in the western sky, Henry Covarrubia assumes, the way any knowledgeable man of his age would, that they are in for an electrical storm. Moving the dutch oven containing the night's dinner away from the fire, he steps out onto the back porch to tell his granddaughter and Theo's sister that it is time to come indoors. When he realizes that neither of them is within sight, he calls loudly, "Girls, time to come inside."

When Norah doesn't answer immediately, he steps off the porch. Hunching his shoulders against the unexpected wind as he goes, he makes his way to the carriage house. When he finds it unoccupied, a fissure of mild worry escapes his brain and races down his spine.

Forcing himself not to give into panic, he makes his voice firm. "Norah!"

He returns to the backyard as the first fat raindrops begin to fall and he catches the scent of smoke on the air even before he sees it rising into the sky above the treetops. He's eight feet from the back door and the safety of the warm kitchen when every window in the barn explodes and rains glass down on him.

The two girls watch in horror as the gaping cracks in the earth's surface grow wider and longer with each passing second until the exterior wall of the well becomes unstable and cracks as big chunks of brick topple and plummet into the well.

Shouting so loud it makes her throat hurt, Norah orders, "Come on Eliana. Move now! We've got to clear off. We've got to get away from the well!"

Eliana gives no indication that she heard Norah.

Norah shakes her frightened cousin vigorously, trying to get her attention, but the redhead's eyes don't budge from the crumbling well. Desperate to be on the move, Norah tries to force Eliana to her feet, but the girl simply isn't capable of moving. She's frozen; held in place by her own terror.

Pushing down her own instinct for flight as the ground quakes beneath her knees, and frustrated with her cousin's fear-induced paralysis, Norah grabs her by the collar of her sweater and shouts belligerently, "Eliana Kronopoulos, I swear, if you don't move right now, I am going to punch you in the face!"

Eliana blinks. For a fleeting moment, she makes eye contact and then she slowly shakes her head. Finally, able to move, she tries to pull away from Norah. Once she's on her feet, she moves quickly for ½ dozen steps, but then loses one of her shoes and thoughtlessly turns to retrieve it."

Norah yanks on her arm. "Will you come on!"

"My shoe!" Eliana reaches for it; her fingers outstretched.

Norah growls and retraces her steps. Stomping as she goes and pointing over her shoulder in the general direction of her house, she orders, "Don't stop. Go!"

Half of the well's exterior wall has fallen, and the other half is collapsing from lack of proper support. On the move again, Eliana finally manages to put some distance between herself and danger. Turning her tear-stained face in Norah's direction one last time, she squeals in horror as the earth beneath her friend's feet gives way and a massive chunk of rain-soaked soil breaks away and slides into the well, taking her screaming cousin with it.

"Norah!" Eliana shouts, and when there's no answer, she pleads, "Norah."

Desperate to go back to the dilapidated well, yet too terrorized to do it, six-year-old Eliana flees, paying no mind to the darkening sky or the forest with its flaming treetops.