Third Person POV
Cora entered Regina's house and began to look through it. She scan the glassware in the kitchen, then smell the clothes hanging in Regina's closet. Then, Cora reached Rose's room, where she fined an old picture of Rose and Regina.

She looked over the dresser, and found an old craft done by Rose. It's a mold of Rose's handprint with the words 'To Mommy' written below it. She smirked and took it with her.

... ...

In the middle of the night, Rose walked across the graveyard to Regina's family mausoleum. She slid the sarcophagus over, and headed down the stairs. She began to call for Regina, "Mom? Hello? Hello? Hello? Mom?"

Behind one of the walls, Regina had a hidden room. She heard Rose and walked over to one of the mirrors on the wall. She waved her hand, and magically transformed the mirror to allow her to see out. Regina see Rose looking for her in the crypt.

"You in there? Can I come in? Mom?" Rose called. She sighed sadly and started to walk away. Regina opened the door to the hidden room. "Mom? Mom?" Rose asked and she walked into the room. She and Regina hugged.

"Rose, I'm so glad you're here," Regina said and then she broke the hug. She took Rose's hands. "I missed you so much when . . . I have to let you know, I had nothing to do with Archie," Regina said.

"I know. I always knew," Rose said. "I was framed. I don't know how. I . . . It just seems like everything . . ." Regina stopped. "You knew? How did you know?"

"Simple," Rose replied and then in a puff of blue smoke, Rose magically transformed into Cora. "Because I did it," She said. "Mother . . ." Regina whispered, shocked. "You . . . I thought we stopped you. How did you get through?"

"Determination," Cora replied. "I had to see you. I needed to tell you, that I know why you sent me through the looking glass. And I know why you tried to have me killed. And it's . . . It's alright."

"I think it's not alright," Regina said. "I love you. I just . . . I've always shown it in all the wrong ways. And I never should have made you marry the King. I'm so sorry. When you cried over my coffin, it . . . It all changed," Cora said.

"You framed me - for the cricket," Regina said. "Temporarily. So you could see what these people really think of you," Cora said. "You made an airtight case. Anyone would believe it," Regina said. "I didn't want you to reject me," Cora said. "Not again."

"You wanted me broken," Regina said. "Receptive," Cora said. Regina gave a small laugh as tears fall down her face. "You are the most manipulative . . . No. I won't even argue. Come with me. We're going to town," She said and walked past Cora.

"It's the middle of the night," Cora pointed out. Regina turned around. "I don't care. We'll wake them up - Emma and Rose and the two idiots - and you can tell them how you lied. You owe me that," She said.

"And then you'll let us start over?" Cora asked. "I don't see that happening, mother. But I am . . . I was trying so hard to be worthy of Rose. And I deserve the same thing from you," Regina said. "You're right," Cora agreed. "For you, sweetheart. Anything."

... ...

Regina and Cora were in Regina's car. Regina was driving, and Cora was in the passenger seat. "Nervous?" Regina asked. "Not about owning up to what I've done. It's just . . . These carriages are strange," Cora said and gave a small chuckle. "And something's irritating me . . ."

She pulled out Rose's handprint craft. "Oh. For Mommy. Oh, that used to be you," She said. "When were you in my house?" Regina asked. "I haven't had the pleasure," Cora lied. "That was in my house," Regina said. "Think I don't know where that was? It's one of my most treasured possessions."

"Well, let's be honest. Taking me to be pilloried by the town might gain you some points, but, as long as Emma and her parents are here, she's not really yours. Not like she was when she made things for her one and only mommy. You've been too bad for too long, and now they see you as a . . . A snake," Cora said. "You don't want their love at all. What do you want?"

"My daughter back," Regina replied quietly. She pulled the car over in a deserted parking lot. "And I want my daughter back. I meant everything I said earlier. I am so sorry. I can do better," Cora said and Regina looked at her with tears falling. "I won't push you away again. Let me into your heart. Together, we can get her back again."

Regina leaned across the seat and put her head on Cora's shoulder and Cora hugged her. "How?" Regina asked. "Oh, I have a few thoughts," Cora replied.

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Rose POV
I rushed down the stairs when I saw Mom, Grandpa and Grandma walked in the apartment. "You were out all night. Where were you? Granny wouldn't tell me anything. Did I miss it all?" I asked as Grandpa and Grandma walked into the kitchen and Mom put her hand on my shoulder.

"Cereal okay?" Grandpa asked Mom. "Yeah," She replied and we both walked over and sat down as Grandma said, "Rumpelstiltskin and Captain Hook had a fight and someone got hurt."

"We weren't sure if Dr. Frankenstein could fix him, but he did," Mom said. "Doctor? Oh . . . That's who Whale is," I said. "Yeah, but without the neck bolts," Mom said. "The monster had the bolts, not the doctor," I corrected.

"Right, but either way, some of us having known him . . . It's weird," Mom said. "It's not weird. We're past it. We were cursed," Grandma said. "What are you talking about?" I asked, frowning.

"Nothing," Grandpa said and handed me and Mom our breakfast. "Wait," I said, realizing something. "Really, it's nothing," Grandma said. I ignored it and rushed to the table near by and grabbed my book. I walked back.

"Frankenstein isn't in here. It's not even a fairy tale. That means it comes from another land with different stories," I said. "Eat," Mom told me, putting the plate on the book. "I really want to go to bed."

"If the curse went to places with other stories, then who knows who else is in this town?" I asked. Then, there was a knock on the door. Mom walked over to answer it, but Mr. Gold let himself in first. "Gold. We've all had a long night," Mom said.

"You remember that favour you owe me, Ms. Swan?" He asked. "Yeah," She replied. "I'm cashing it in," He said. Grandpa walked over and stood by Mom. "It's not . . . A good . . ." Mom started.

"You do honour your agreements, don't you?" Mr. Gold asked. I walked over and stood by Mom and Grandpa. "I need to find someone, so we're leaving today. Pack your bag," Mr. Gold said.

"Leaving?" Grandma asked, shocked. My eyes grew wide, "W-where?" I asked. "Wait. Find someone? Who?" Mom asked. "My son," Mr. Gold replied. "It has to be today, because every minute I'm here, is a minute closer to me killing Hook. So it's really best for all concerned if I leave, and you're going to come with me."

Mom pulled me to a tightly hug as Mr. Gold continued, "Oh, and, um, we have a long history. So know this, and know it to be true. If any harm comes to Belle while I'm gone, I'm killing all of you. I'll see you at noon." And then he left.