Emma and Killian walked very close together on the way to Elizabeth's house. They gazed into each other's eyes and smiled, completely in love. Regina cleared her throat. "So, Elizabeth, you have magic?" Elizabeth spun around, defensive. "How do you know that?!" She demanded. Regina rolled her eyes. This Elizabeth girl was so much like Emma. "You appeared in a puff of blue smoke. That's how I know." Elizabeth's cheeks reddened. "Oh, um, yeah, that." "Yes, that. How come you have magic?" Elizabeth sighed. "It's a long story." "We've got time." Elizabeth brushed her hair out of her eyes and began... Elizabeth ran through the forest, her dark hair whipping her face. The cold stung her cheeks, but she couldn't stop. They would catch up to her if she stopped. But what if she was cornered at the edge of the Underworld? She couldn't let that happen. Oh, why hadn't she listened to her mother and stayed away from sword? Now the Black Knights would surely kill her. Elizabeth saw the surreal image of her dead city at night, coming up behind the trees. She bolted into town and sprinted down an alleyway. She looked around to figure out where in town she was. She saw the back entrance to Granny's Diner, all boarded up. Elizabeth tore though the boards, clawing her way to a hiding place, to an escape. If she could get in there, she would be safe. She quickly took enough of the boards down to open the door, and she wasted no time running inside. But when she got inside, she was greeted by the sight of many figures dressed in robes. Scared, Elizabeth hid behind a booth. She looked up at the hooded demons, curiosity getting the better of her. They each looked into a small crystal sphere, chanting about revenge. One of them reached out and touched the crystal orb, reaching a hand out to another one of them. Soon, they were all holding hands, joint as if for a symbolic sacrifice. Bolts of lightning shot out of the sphere, one hitting Elizabeth. She blacked out, darkness seeping into her vision. "...and when I woke up, bam, I had magic," Elizabeth said, finishing her story. Regina thought for a moment, wondering if these 'hooded demons' could be The Dark Ones. Creepy-sacrificial-chanting-seances definitely sounded like something they'd do. She shuddered, hoping she wouldn't have to deal with anymore Dark Ones than Gold, but with her luck, it didn't seem likely. "That's quite strange. I wonder if-" Regina was cut off by a woman appearing right in front of her, a woman Regina had hoped she would never have to see again. "Hello, Regina." "Hello, Mother." Cora began to walk around the group, who were now frozen in place. "Whatever are you doing in my lovely little town? Surely you haven't been killed yet." Mary Margaret attempted to look defiant. "We are bringing someone back." Cora just laughed. "You're bringing someone back? This is the Underworld. You can't just bring someone back." Emma protectively stood in front of Killian. "Oh yeah? Watch us!" "Listen, you sad little excuses," Cora began rather softly, "there is no way for you to get out of the Underworld, so I might as well give you the grand tour." "No thanks. I'm pretty sure we can find our way around post-apocalyptic Storybrooke ourselves. Now if you'll excuse us," Emma said as she walked forward, Cora surprisingly moving out of the way, "we have somewhere to be." "You can't escape the Underworld!" Cora shouted to the heroes as the walked of into the distance. "You don't know what we can and can't do!" Emma yelled back, leading the group as the day turned to night. - Henry had walked ahead of the group the whole time. This was turning out to be an interesting trip so far, and he felt that he needed to prove himself. But, oh, how he missed Violet. Her dark hair, her chocolate and coloured eyes, and her gentle nature. "Hey, kid, you seem pretty wrapped up in your thoughts," Emma said, interrupting his train of thought. "What're you thinking about?" Emma stood directly behind Henry, and was holding Killian's hook. Henry looked around. They were on a dark street, surrounded by rickety old buildings. Most of the buildings looked like apartment complexes. Many of them looked like they had been ablaze recently, and more still ablaze long ago. Henry took a deep breath, inhaling some of the smoke that clung to the air. He coughed a couple times before speaking. "I'm not thinking about anything, really." Emma rolled her eyes. "Yeah right, but fine, be secretive." "Do you miss anyone back in Storybrooke?" He asked. "Hmm? No, not really. Everyone I would miss is right here." Emma responded, brushing her golden hair out of her eyes. "That's it up there!" Elizabeth shouted from the behind Emma, pointing to one of the only intact buildings on the street. It was a tall apartment building covered with tarps flapping in the wind. Though parts of the building were singed, it still stood tall. Elizabeth's windswept hair whipped her face as she ran towards the only home she had ever known. Her feet stomped the pavement. She took a flying leap onto the sidewalk, even though it was only an inch taller than the road. Elizabeth brushed the tarps that were a sad attempt at doors aside. She smiled upon seeing her mother, not bothering to check if the rest of the group had followed behind her. Milah smiled and pulled her daughter in for a hug when she saw her. "Where were you, Elizabeth?" "I found a few strangers in The Underworld. You wouldn't believe it! They're all living!" A voice from behind Elizabeth was heard as the heroes minus one pushed back the tarp and walked into the abandoned lobby. "Yeah, we are. Elizabeth told us about a prophecy? About the child of good and evil?" Milah's face darkened. "You told them about the prophec—" A certain handsome pirate stepped from behind the tarp. Upon seeing the woman who had just been talking he paled. "Milah," he whispered. Emma instinctively moved closer to Killian. "Killian," Milah said in shock. Regina rolled her eyes. "Okay, we've established that you two know each other. Now, back to the prophecy?" "Regina, it's not as simple as that. Killian and Milah, they used to be lovers," Emma said. Milah's eyes kept ping-ponging back between Killian and Elizabeth. "How are you here?" "Like I said, Mama, they're from the land of the living," Elizabeth said, her face animated. "I'm the one who found them, you know. They would have been dead if it weren't for me. Eaten up by the blind witch or worse, their hearts stashed away in Cora's vault." Sensing some tension, Mary Margaret spoke. "It's been a long day, and it's getting late. Is there somewhere we could spend the night, and deal with this in the morning?" "Oh, sure," Milah said, yet her voice was filled with uncertainty. "Just head upstairs." She pointed in the direction of the stairway. "Thank you," Emma said as everyone of the heroes walked up the stairs to find a room in the building to rest their heads for the night. Emma and Killian in one room, Robin and Regina in another, and Henry staying in a room with his grandparents. In Emma and Killian's room, the two laid in bed. "Emma? You know I love you, right? That this doesn't change anything?" "I do, and I love you too," she replied, though her face was etched with worry.