Emma searched through the closet in the small apartment. Whoever used to live here definitely left in a rush. The tiny closet was filled with clothes, much to her surprise. The flaxen haired saviour pulled a simple, undecorated pair of jeans off of a hanger. The tops in the closet were much too frilly for her taste, so she began to walk over to a small dresser on the other side of the room. She only made it halfway there, before rushing into the little bathroom. Ugh, morning sickness.

After she finished puking in the bathroom, to which Killian slept soundly, she went back to the dresser. Above the dresser was a small mirror. Emma looked up from sifting through the drawers and saw her ragged appearance. Her blonde hair was matted and clung to her face with sweat, and her face had taken on quite the pallor. Emma looked away from the looking glass and turned her attention back to the clothes. At the bottom of the drawer, lay an ocean blue lace top. Sure, it wasn't something she'd normally wear, but she couldn't afford to be choosy in the Underworld. She put on the top, and she ran a hand through her hair in a vain attempt to smooth it. Emma wiped her hand across her sweaty brow. All of the sudden, Emma kicked the bureau in anguish. "I'll never get out of Hell," she said to no one in particular.

A voice from behind her alerted Emma,"Yes, you will. We will."

Emma turned around. Killian Jones stepped forward. His messy black hair hung in front of beautiful azure eyes. He walked towards Emma and pulled her in for a passionate kiss, before trailing kisses down her neck. Emma dried her eyes, though she didn't remember crying. Killian pulled away slightly. He looked Emma in the eye and tipped her chin up. "Are you okay?"

"I don't know if we'll ever get out of the Underworld. I don't want to raise a baby here, Killian! I hardly know how to raise a baby, let alone a baby in Hell!"

Killian held Emma against his chest. "Shh," he said, softly. "We have to go downstairs now, okay? We need to talk to Milah and Elizabeth, and everyone else you brought with you."

Emma nodded. She and Killian walked out the door, heading down the stairs to what would end in obvious chaos.

Milah faced Elizabeth, and though Emma could not see Milah's face, both women seeming angry about something. "I told you you had to work in the shop every night."

Elizabeth pouted. "But Mama, Jasmine doesn't have to work anywhere. Neither does Peter."

Milah's eyes went wide as saucers. "Your socializing with–"

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Other Peter."

Emma decided to announce their presence, feeling awkward,"I hope we're not interrupting something important..."

Milah and Elizabeth turned around quickly. "Your not interrupting anything."

"Nothing, I swear."

Emma eyed them suspiciously. "Sure..." She said, before remembering why she came down here in the first place. "You said we should talk about everything," she gestured towards all them, "in the morning. Well, it's the morning. So we need to talk."

Milah looked as though she was debating something in her head. She looked towards the ground, before she spoke. "Killian, Elizabeth's your daughter."

Though Emma had already figured it out, she was still quite a bit shocked, to say the least. She knew that this would through a huge obstacle in her and Killian's relationship. But thankfully, she also knew that no matter what, they would figure it out.

Killian hit his palm against his forehead. "Bloody hell," he muttered.

Emma inhaled sharply. At that very moment Henry, Mary Margaret, David, Regina, and Robin came down the stairs, chattering away. They all went silent as they felt the tension in the room. "Is everything okay here?" Regina asked, the first to break the silence.

Milah cleared her throat. "I... don't know."

Elizabeth slowly sunk down in her chair in shock, her raven hair that had never looked more like Killian's than now falling in front of her eyes. She took a few shallow breathes. Elizabeth looked around the abandoned lobby, the only home she had had ever known. She could smell the same damp smell that she woke up to every day, and she could hear'raindrops outside. When had it started raining? Never mind. Elizabeth put her hand on the soft wood of the table she sat beside. She looked out towards the tarp that let in the cold and some of the rain. "You never told me... You never told me anything..."

The blonde saviour placed a hand over her hardly showing abdomen. Everything has changed, she thought. But she somewhat new what Milah felt like right now, having been through something similar herself. "Elizabeth, you should'n't be so hard on your mother. She did what's— I mean, I've been through something— You just shouldn't be so hard on her."

"I thought it would be better if maybe you didn't know," Milah said. "That way, you wouldn't get hurt."

Regina slowly sat down in one of the chairs. "So this might be a bad time, but how are we going to get home? There is also the issue of the dark baby."

Killian ignored Regina. "Why didn't you tell me?"

Milah started crying,tears streaming down her face. "I'm sorry, but I didn't until I was dead! I had to raise my daughter in The Underworld! Can you understand how difficult that is?"

Everyone began to calm down, realizing it was not a good time for tension. Killian said, "You're right, I'm sorry."

"I wouldn't want to raise this one in The Underworld either," Emma said, gesturing to her stomach. "It's just that this sort of adds a lot of confusion to our already messed up lives."

"Speaking of raising babies in The Underworld," Mary Margaret said, "if we don't get home, that might be exactly what we have to do. And, David, how do we know that the fairies are taking good care of Neal?"

"You can't get home?" Milah said. "You're alive, that's what Elizabeth said, right? Because, if you are, there might be a way I can get you home. If any of you have magic, maybe you can bring Elizabeth and I home, too."

"That seems like the best plan," Henry said, finally entering the conversation. "But we do need to figure out what to do about the prophecy and the baby."

The heroes talked amongst themselves, determining the best plan of action. Finally, it was settled. Emma and Hook would make the trek up the Dark Mountains to find Hades. Legend told that Hades had a special flame that had the utmost power. It could be used almost as a "Get Out of The Underworld Free" card, which is why it was kept by Hades. They all decided that if Emma and Killian lived long enough to meet Hades and live to tell about, they would then determine what there next move was. The plan wasn't perfect, but it was all they had.