The house is quiet. Henry is spending the day with Emma and Hook, both of whom are trying to come up with their own plan to stop Zelena's warpath. And good luck to them, she had thought bitterly, earlier that morning when Emma came to pick up Henry. It's a lost cause; all of this seems to be one lost cause after another.

Robin is upstairs putting Wren down while Roland plays in the den. Every so often Regina will leave the kitchen to check on him. He's drawing a picture of them all. Him, her, Robin, Henry and Wren. His family. Regina's heart warmed so much when he called them all that, she bent down and kissed the boy's brow before making a hasty retreat so he wouldn't see the tears which began to fall.

However, she doesn't hear the knock on the door, so when Roland came running into the kitchen to tell her, it's with a bit of trepidation she goes to it. Her anxiety is high, and she prepares herself to find just about anyone except the person who is standing there.

Regina lets out a heavy sigh. "I should have known."

Mary-Margaret is shaking her head and giving Regina a look of disbelief. "So now you want to leave us."

It's not a question because they both know the answer to it. Regina leaves the door open and begins to walk back to her kitchen and the cup of tea she's going to need to make it through this conversation.

She hears Snow's steps behind her, and so doesn't bother to wait for her.

"Where will you go?" Snow asks.

"Back to Boston for now," Regina calls from over her shoulder, making her way in her kitchen. "Until we decide on somewhere more permanent."

"Where she sent you?" Snow is gaping at her across the kitchen island. "Regina have you thought this through?"

Rolling her eyes, Regina takes a deep breath. "I have, and I've discussed it with Robin. We agreed we want our kids to grow up away from all of this and especially away from my deranged sister."

Snow presses her lips together and looks down at the counter for a moment until she steadies her gaze back on Regina. "I can understand that, Regina. I really can but running away isn't the answer."

"So what?" Regina crosses her arms across her chest. "Stay here so that the next time she decides to try something she takes Henry or Roland? She's never going to stop until she ruins my life."

"Exactly. That's why you stay and we fight her. We can do it if we're all together. United against her."

"Save the hope speeches for someone who believes in them. Don't you understand, this is the way I win. Getting out of here and back out there where she can't use her magic."

Snow's no fool though. The princess tilts her head and challenges, "But you had your magic there. And so did Zelena. That's how Robin was able to find you and that's how Walsh was able to turn into a monkey and attack Emma in New York. I don't know how, but somehow it still works, and if that's the case, you're no safer out there then you are here."

What the princess doesn't know is that she's thought about that already and there are things she can do to stop that from happening. "She won't be able to track us. I have a plan."

"But what happens when she figures out a way? Don't you see, you'll always worry. Always look over your shoulder."

Turning her back from Snow, Regina gazes out her kitchen window. She looks around. At the small swing that hangs from one of the large trees Robin made for Roland and one day, Wren. The soccer ball that's still in the grass from the week before when Henry started to teach Roland how to play. She doesn't want to leave but she sees no other way for them to be safe. "What do you suggest then? Sit and wait?"

"No. She wants you. I say we draw her out. Find a way to get her to come at you and when she does, we'll be ready and we'll stop her."

Snow's voice is so ridiculously full of confidence Regina almost believes her. "And what? Kill her?"

"If it comes down to it."

Shaking her head, Regina turns back. "It won't work."

"Yes, it will. We have to try. And not just because I want it to be safe again, but because I don't want to see you go. Not like this."

Regina catches movement from the corner of her eye, and she shifts her gaze across the room to Robin who is standing there quietly with his hands in his pockets giving her a supportive nod and smile. He's leaving it up to her. Her chest burns with love for him, and unexpectedly, for the young woman standing across from her.

Feeling the sting of tears, Regina shakes her head trying to stay them. That's when it hits her. It's risky, mostly for her, but… it just might work. A smile lights her face, and Robin's head tilts to the side. He can tell from her expression, something's changed.

"I think I know a way to stop her."

"What are you looking for?" Robin asks, while Regina looks through her vault. Pulling out drawer after drawer looking for an item he's not sure he understands, but trusts she knows what she's doing.

"Here it is."

His love is triumphantly holding up a small bottle in her hand, and Robin eyes it with suspicion. "And that will hold her?"

"It will." She's smiling with a look of confidence he hasn't seen in days. "I took it from Rumple's castle back in the Enchanted Forest before Snow casts the dark curse. It was my fallback plan in case the curse didn't work."

"How do we get her inside it?"

Robin watches as she takes a breath. "That's the tricky part. I have to get close enough to her so that once I open it, she's the only thing it takes. The magic in this bottle is strong and it's said that when opened will pull in and contain the darkest of magic."

While that's all well and good, Robin welcomes getting rid of Zelena once and for all, but there's something she isn't saying. "All dark magic?"

"There's a chance-"

"No," Robin cuts her off. "Absolutely not. You're not risking yourself for her."

"It's the only way," she tells him.

"Then someone else is going to do it," he pleads. Not just for him, but for their children. He will not have them growing up without their mother. Henry and Roland have lost her too many times now, and Wren, their sweet baby daughter will never have to face that. Not while he lives and breathes.

Her look holds nothing but disbelief. If she weren't so damned stubborn she could see that there are many others in this town just as capable as her that can defeat a witch. "Who?" she demands.

He meets her gaze and says, "I will."

"Robin, no." Regina drops her arms. "She's too powerful, and you won't be able to defend yourself against her magic."

Robin thinks on that for a moment an idea forming in his mind. "I've just got to open this, right?"

"Yes, but-"

Robin's hands come up and he grabs her arms gently to gain her attention. "Wait, Regina, hear me out. I have a plan."