Rose POV
The next day, several of the Storybrooke people were gathered around a casket and a tombstone. It read;
Archibald Hopper - Friend and Conscience
I was holding onto Pongo's leash and stood with Mom while Grandma spoke, "Some of us knew him as Archie. Others, as Jiminy. But we all knew him as a true friend. And though, he may now be gone, he will always live on inside of us. Reminding us to be our best selves, to do the right thing, to always fight for what we believe in. So, we shouldn't think of today as goodbye, just as a way of saying . . . Archie, we'll be listening."
Then she walked off to Grandpa and they hugged while Mom and I left with Pongo.
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At Grandma's apartment, I was brooding on my bed. "Hey, kid. You hungry?" Mom asked as she walked to the room with a pop tart on a plate, "I managed to wrangle up a pop tart."
I shook my head slightly, "No, thanks." And I looked back at the window. She put down the plate next to me and left.
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Third Person POV
After everyone left, David and Mary Margaret were washing dishes. David spotted Rose sitting on her bed and calling someone. "Who's she calling?" He whispered to Mary Margaret.
Mary Margaret looked at Rose and handed a plate to David. She moved to the other phone and put it on her ear. "You've reached the office of Archibald Hopper," The recording on Archie's office phone said and Mary Margaret sadly moved slightly the phone so David could hear as well, "I'm sorry I can't take your call right now. I'm either with a patient -"
"Or dead," Rose muttered as she hang up. David walked over to her and Mary Margaret looked.
David sat next to Rose on the bed, "It's okay, hon. Things will get better, I promise. You just . . . Got to hang in there," He said. "Doesn't feel that way," Rose said. "I know. I know," David said and he wrapped his arm around his granddaughter.
Pongo suddenly entered through the front door and rushed over to where Rose was sitting. "Pongo!"
"How did he get in here?" Mary Margaret asked. "I brought him," Emma spoke and Mary Margaret turned. "Marco and I had a chat. Archie knew how much Rose loves this dog. We decided she should have him. That is, if you're up for taking care of him, Rose."
"Yeah, I am," Rose said with a smile. Mary Margaret and Emma saw a trail of mud brought in by Pongo. "Rose, why don't you take Pongo outside and clean him up?" Emma asked.
"Okay. Come on," Rose said and she and Pongo ran outside. "Come on, boy! Come on! Let's go! Come on, boy."
Once Rose left with Pongo, Emma turned back at Mary Margaret, "Alright, look. I know that there's a lot to work out logistically, but -"
"No, no, no," Mary Margaret cut her off, "I think giving Pongo to Rose is a great idea." David stood between her and Emma and the three smiled. "It's just, four people and a dalmatian in this loft. Things might get a little -"
"Cramped. I know. We'll get creative," Emma said. "Or . . ." Mary Margaret started and looked at David, "We could get our own place." David and Emma looked at her shocked. "You want to do what?" Emma asked the same time as David asked, "You want to move out?"
Mary Margaret hold her hands up in defense. "Whoa! I . . . It's just a suggestion," She said. "After 28 years, isn't this what we've all been waiting for? To be together under the same roof?" Emma asked.
"Yes," Mary Margaret agreed. "I just . . . Imagined a bigger roof . . . With turrets." David smiled while Emma chuckled. "Being here in Storybrooke, we have a chance at a fresh start. Let's take it," Mary Margaret said with a smile.
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Rose POV
I was at Grandma's apartment, sitting at the table. Pongo was lying near my feet and I tried to use my powers to make a snowball. Without change, I couldn't.
I sighed sadly. "Hey, honey, What's going on?" Mom asked. I looked up at her and saw her walking down the stairs over to me.
"I can't do it," I said. "Hey, it's going to be okay. You can," She said, knowing I was taking about my powers. "You just found out about your powers and you can control them," I pointed out. "Not really," She said. "I can't control them so much."
"I just went to control them, you know. I went to protect us - from Regina," I said and looked down when I said Regina's name. Mom kneeled down and put her hand on my shoulder. "She's not going to hurt you. I'm not going to let her."
"She hurt Archie. What if she wants to take me back?" I asked. "That's not going to happen," Mom promised. Then, there was a knock on the door, which caused Pongo to become agitated.
"Pongo? What is it?" Mom asked and she answered the door. "Archie . . ." She whispered. "Hi," It was Archie! I got up from the chair.
"What happened?" Mom asked as I walked over slowly. "It was Cora. She kidnapped me," He replied. "Archie?" I asked shook that he was alive.
He gave a small chuckle. "Rose. Oh!" He said as we both hugged. "Oh, it's alright," Archie said and we pulled away but I still had my arms around him. "I'm fine. I'm fine."
"Rose. We were wrong. Regina didn't do it," Mom said as I looked at her. "I knew it. Maybe we should let her know," I said. "Yeah," Mom agreed. "But something tells me, either way, we're going to pay the price."