Regina was tending to my burn. "Here. Let me take care of this," Mr. Gold said. He magically healed the injury. "What caused this?" Regina asked.

"When you venture deeper into the Netherworld instead of away, there are risks. Someone woke Aurora before her soul was ready to return. The violence of that act tore her away and injured Rose. We're lucky it wasn't worse. She's going to need some time to recover before she can be sent back," Mr. Gold explained as Regina put her hand on my forehead.

"Out of the question," Regina said as Grandpa said at the same time, "Not a chance in hell." Grandpa got up, "We'd be monsters to even consider risking her life again." Mr. Gold got up as well. "Careful with your tone, Charming. I understand your concern for the girl, but I know Cora. Without our help, Snow and Emma will soon be dead. And then . . . A true monster will be on her way to Storybrooke."

Regina got up, "Aurora is gone. Why do we need to send Rose back to that fiery inferno with no one there to receive our message?" She asked. It was quiet for a few seconds until Grandpa spoke up, "Because someone will be there."

"Who?" Regina asked. "Snow," Grandpa replied. "Well, that's an awfully big assumption," Regina said. "No. No, it's not. She was there once before. She can go back. She can find a way. She will - I know it. And I'll be waiting," Grandpa said.

"You're going to this Netherworld?" Regina asked. "I faced you. How bad could it be?" Grandpa asked. "It's not as simple as that. You can't get there. You haven't been under a sleeping curse," Mr. Gold said.

"Well, then put me under one," Grandpa said. "If we do that, there's a chance you might never waken up," Mr. Gold said. "Sure I will. When I see her, she'll kiss me, and I'll be fine. Now, put me under. I've spent far too much time looking for my wife. It is time to bring her home," Grandpa said.

... ...

Regina was preparing the potion for the sleeping curse, using supplies from Mr. Gold's shop. I watched her work, "It smells funny," I said and walked closer to her. "I know, sweetheart," Regina said, "It's a curse. It's not meant to be pleasant."

"So the potion's finished? Mr. Gold had everything you needed in his shop?" I asked. "Yes. We're almost ready," She said. I looked at the glass. "So this is how you do it - Magic," I said. "There are many ways. Like you were born with it," She replied.

"And . . . Have you been using magic?" I asked. "Rose, I told you I wouldn't, and I haven't. Except for . . . With Daniel . . . And now. I've really been trying," She said as she hold my hand. "It's okay. At least you're using it to help people now," I said.

"I'm trying," Regina said and we smiled at each other. "And after this, I won't," She said. "I know," I said. She added something white into the glass and in, a blue color appeared. "Will David be okay?" I asked.

"He'll be . . . asleep. And in there, he won't die. Gold's explaining everything to him right now," Regina said. She put the sleeping curse inside of a small glass. "It should be me. I can go in there without a curse and still come back," I said.

"Rose. David and I have many differences, but, on this, we agree. We won't let you risk your safety. It's just not worth it," She said. "It is to me. He won't wake up," I said. "Unless, he succeeds. And if there's one thing I know about your grandparents, they always find each other," She said.

Regina and I walked back to the other room, where Mr. Gold and Grandpa were. I saw them next to a spinning wheel. "What do you mean, the old-fashioned way?" Grandpa asked as Regina had her hand on my shoulder.

"You're about to join a quite distinguished club, Mr. Nolan. Before such innovations as the apple, back when the sleeping curse first came to be, a more direct method was required . . . Through blood. By pricking one's finger on the needle of a spinning wheel, one falls under the spell," Mr. Gold said explained before turning to Regina, "Your Majesty, you did his wife. I'm sure you'd like the honours."

Regina walked over to Mr. Gold and dipped the end of the needle into the sleeping potion, and then placed it back onto the wheel. She looked at Grandpa, "It's all yours."

She walked over to me and I looked at Grandpa before I walked over to him. "Good luck," I said and I hugged him. He hugged me back, "It's going to be alright," He said with a little chuckled.

I looked up at him, "How do you know?" I asked. "Well . . ." Grandpa started and he sat down on the bed in front of me, "How did you know Emma would save you after you ate the turnover?"

"I . . . I believed in her," I said. "The way Snow and I believed she'd come back to break the curse. That's the kind of faith that runs in our family," Grandpa said. I took the pendant from around my neck and put it to around his neck, "This helps control the flames in the room. It'll keep you safe," I said. Grandpa smiled, "I will guard it with my life."

I walked back to Regina and she put her hands on my shoulders as we watched Grandpa stared at the needle, as Mr. Gold spine the wheel. "When I awake, I'll be in that fiery room?" Grandpa asked as Mr. Gold stopped.

"Not exactly. That room is where those who've already awoken from the curse return. You, however, are being put under for the first time," Mr. Gold explained. "Then how will I know where to go? How the hell am I supposed to find a room with no door?" Grandpa asked.

"And that, dearie, is the conundrum we're all depending on you solving. Now, I say this with the utmost sincerity . . . Good luck," Mr. Gold said and began to spin the wheel again. This time, Grandpa extended his hand a pricks his finger on the needle. He quickly got under the curse.

It took about 10 minutes and Regina, Mr. Gold, and I were waiting for Grandpa to wake up. "Come on . . . Come back," I said. Then I turned my head to Regina, "Should he be in there so long?"

"I'm sure it's fine. I imagine they're just catching up," She replied. I gave a small smile and turned to look at Grandpa again.