The Castle of the Queen of the United Worlds. Regina's bedchamber.
Regina changed the color of the sofa with a wave of her hand. She examined it critically and returned the old one. Then she heard some noise outside the doors, soon they opened as if from a blow, and the Evil Queen entered.
— Let me go already! — She shouted as she entered. — Hi, Regina. We need to talk.
Several knights ran in after her, but they crowded around the door, not daring to take any action. Regina looked at them expectantly, demanding an explanation.
— Your Majesty! — Looking at Regina, one of the knights said. — We tried to stop her, honestly!
— It wasn't worth it, — Regina said. — It's all right. Are free.
The knights nodded in unison and left, and the Evil Queen looked at Regina in surprise.
— However, did you want to talk about something?
— Yes! About Robin,— the Evil Queen walked from corner to corner, and then stopped.— You're not jealous, are you?
— That's not my Robin,— Regina smiled sadly. — So, no. I'm not jealous.
— Good, — the Evil Queen was pacing the room again, — because we got married. But the thing is... He wants children.
— Oh, — Regina sat down gently on the sofa. — Yes, there's a problem. I have ... we ...cannot have children. Neither you nor I will be able to give birth.
— Well... That's not quite true,— the Evil Queen said thoughtfully. — Actually, I have a child.
— What?! — Regina stood up abruptly. — How… How did you manage it?! I... can't be!
— What a disgusting color this sofa has. Can I incinerate him? — A fireball appeared in the Evil Queen's hand.
— Don't get cagey! — Regina frowned. — We have a child?!
— I have, — the Evil Queen clarified and extinguished the flame. — I have a child.
— Tell me! — Regina waved her hand, and a glass of cider appeared in her palm. — I want to know everything! When did this happen?
— Okay,— the Evil Queen sighed. — It happened when I got back to Storybrooke. We had an affair with the Dark One… You know. I don't know howit turned out, but it did. Back then turned me into a snake...
— Gideon — Regina recalled. — He then brought the Dark Fairy… Wait, are you saying Rumple has another kid?! And where is he?
— Rumple? — The Evil Queen asked. — I have no idea!
— No! A child! I know where Rumple is,— Regina squinted.
— I... I threw it... into the portal,— the Evil Queen looked at the frowning Regina. — What? I was scared! Created a portal and threw... it away.
Regina just shook her head, raising her eyebrows.
— Who was at least: a boy or a girl? — She asked.
— I don't remember! — The Evil Queen replied sharply. — So will you help me?
— By what? — Regina shrugged.
— Advise me! What should I do with Robin and... in general?
A light wind ran across the ground, collecting small particles from the ground and twisting them into a small tornado.
— Grandma! — A girl of about fourteen ran into the room. — Oh, why are you... two?
— Grandma? — The Evil Queen was surprised.
— Lucy! We agreed - "Regina,"— Mills said, addressing the girl, and then turned to her evil self. — Yes, this is Lucy. She's Henry's daughter.
— Really? — The Evil Queen was surprised again.
— Lucy! How many times have I asked you...— A young man entered the room and noticed the Evil Queen. — Hello, Your Majesty.
— Henry?! —The Evil Queen came up to him and put her arm around his shoulders. — When did you manage to grow up so much? How old were you when we last saw each other?
— Well, about the same age as Lucy is now,— Henry smiled. — Fourteen. What brings you here?
— Your brother or sister,— the Evil Queen chuckled.
— What?!— Henry was taken aback and looked at Regina. — Mom?
— She claims that she gave birth then. From the Rumple.
— From Grandfather? — Henry's eyebrows went up. — And who is he to me then?
— Well, — Regina chuckled. — Considering that I am not your own mother, and he is your own grandfather, then uncle or aunt.
— Mom! — Henry walked over to her and hugged her. — You are the dearest! I love you, you know!
— And I love you, honey,— Regina hugged him tightly. — But let's be objective: not native only by blood.
The Underworld. The house of Rumplestiltskin and Belle
Mr. Gold walked into the house, shoulders hunched low. Or, as many people knew him, Rumplestiltskin.
— Rumple, — the young girl smiled at her husband. — Where have you been? You're kind of tired.
— Belle, honey,— Mr. Gold took her hand in his and kissed it. — I'm just sad. I went to see Zeus. I tried to persuade him to bring Robin back to life. He refused. He said it couldn't be done.
— Wow,— Belle said. — And why?
— Belle, — Mr. Gold's shoulders sank even lower. — Because Regina deserved her happy ending, and also… I am in some way involved in all her misfortunes. Starting with the fact that it I made her the Evil Queen. I'm trying to redeem myself.
— Oh, Rumple, — the young girl hugged her husband and pressed her lips to his.
Suddenly the door opened and a young man entered the house.
— So it's true? What do they say? — He said. — Are you really dead?
— Bae! — Mr. Gold exclaimed and rushed to hug his son. — Son!
— Dad! — Baelfire hugged his father. — I came as soon as I heard. At first I didn't believe it.
— Bae,— Mr. Gold smiled sadly. — What an irony. I've been looking for you all my life in all the worlds and between them, and I found you only here.
— And Mom? Is she here too? — Bae asked.
— No. Mother… She died, in the River of Lost Souls... — Mr. Gold turned around and looked at Belle. — I'm here with Belle. Her love allowed me to become a human being.
— Yes, I heard. Sacrificed himself for another person,— Bae nodded and looked at the young girl. — Thank you, Belle.
— Nonsense,— the young girl smiled. — I always believed that somewhere deep down, he was good.
— Yeah,— Mr. Gold said. — So, are you staying for a long time? Would you like to have tea with us?
The wind intensified, raising more and more dust and twisting around its axis more and more, rising up, moving on. And from the outside it may seem that the tornado is moving to a certain place.
— Oh, no, Dad. Thanks,— Baelfire smiled. — I just wanted to find out about Mom and see you both. But if you miss me too much, I have this.
He took a small hand mirror out of his bag and handed it to his father.
— Bae,— Mr. Gold smiled. — What is it?
— It's a local means of communication,— Bae explained. — When you miss me, think about me and see me in it.
— Thank you, — Gold handed the mirror to Belle and hugged his son again. — It was good to see you, son.
— And me too, Dad, — Bae lightly patted him on the back and nodded to the young girl. — Bye, Belle.
The city of Boston. Sports hall
The person was desperately hitting the punching bag. He was pretty exhausted, sweat was streaming down his face, the whole T-shirt was already wet through, but the person tried not to slow down. He kept hitting and hitting the punching bag. An elderly man entered the gym and approached the athlete.
— Alex,— the man said. — You're wasting your breath away. Why the hell are you doing this, I'd like to know?You'll only get exhausted, but there's no point.
— Coach, — the person was delighted and turned around. It turned out to be a young girl. — Just knocking the crap out of my head.
— You're ruining your career and reducing everything I've taught you to zero. What happened? Tell me.
— No, sir,— she said. — You'll think I'm crazy.
— And I think so! — said the man. — If you want to kick out the crap, push up or squat. You are the most promising twenty-year-old boxer. Now go to the shower, and let's go to the cafe for a snack. You'll tell me everything there. You have twenty minutes — the time has gone.
— Okay, — the young girl smiled and ran into the shower.
The tornado, which reached the height of a man's height, moved along a wide path between beautiful trees without touching them. It suddenly increased its speed, slightly touching the flower on the tree, twisted it inside itself and continued on its way.
Alex was twirling a napkin in her hands and could not start a conversation in any way. For the third time she tried, and for the third time she drank a glass of juice, as if she was terribly thirsty.
— So, — the elderly man carefully put his broad palm on top of the girl's, which once again crumpled the napkin. — I'm listening to you carefully.
— Coach, I want... — the girl finally gave out. — I have something to do, and I need to leave.
— Something. Hmm... — the man lightly patted her hand. — Do you have a boyfriend?
— No, — the young girl smiled radiantly, but then became serious. — I want to find my parents. I'm from an orphanage, you know.
— Parents this is good, — the man nodded understandably. — Do you know where they are?
— No. But I know where to start looking. I was told to start with a town called Storybrooke.
— I haven't heard of it. Although I live more than yours, the man smiled. — And... who said?
— A one homeless man, a drunk, — Alex sighed. — A couple of days ago I was returning home and accidentally tripped over his cane.
The tornado suddenly rested on the edge of a tall, beautiful fountain, and, breaking, disappeared, everything that it absorbed fell inside. On the surface of the water, inside the large oval bowl of the fountain, something resembling a human shape floated.
The city of Boston. Two days ago. Late evening.
Alex was in a hurry to get home. It was already quite dark, although the lanterns were shining, she still could not distinguish the road. She had to look harder, but still it did not save the young girl from a small incident: she tripped over a stick. The young girl cursed barely audibly and tried to pick her up to throw her away. Who know who else will stumble. Suddenly, something stirred very close by. It turned out that there was a man lying there, covered with a blanket, whom Alex mistook for a pile of garbage in the dark.
— Who needs my cane? Put it down! Otherwise, you 'll get with a cane! — His voice rang out.
Then the man sat up and squinted at Alex's face. And an expression of extreme surprise was reflected on his face.
— Your Majesty? — He muttered. — How did you find me? Did you get a haircut? Why?
— Yes, you're a completely drunk buddy! Or did you dream something? Don't throw your stuff around. Here you go, — Alex smiled at him and, lifting the cane, handed it to the man.
For a second, in the dim light of the lantern, Alex thought that her brass carved handle glowed a little brighter.
— I'm sorry, you look very much like one person. The look is the same. And the scar. What is your name?
— Alex. And you?
— Sidney. Sidney Glass. Excuse my curiosity, but who are your parents?
— I do not know, — Alex herself did not know why she suddenly opened up so much with this homeless man, but she suddenly wanted to share with him. — I grew up in an orphanage.
— If you want to know more, go to a town called Storybrooke. There you will find all the answers, — Sidney said with a mysterious smile and added. — Be sure to take a cane with you.
— A cane? — Alex looked down at her hand: she was still holding it. — It's yours.
— It's a gift,— Sidney stroked his gray beard. — You need it more.
The Castle of the Queen of the United Worlds. Regina's bedchamber
— So. — Henry looked from the Evil Queen to Regina. — Can you explain what's going on? How is "child"? Where is he now?
— I do not know where he is, — the Evil Queen shrugged.
— She acted like Snow White. Created a portal and threw it away. Only their motives were different. If Snow wanted to save Emma, then Her Majesty was just scared, — Regina said with a slight shade of sarcasm. — Even the sex of the child does not know.
— Why was he needed then? But he exists! Should I tell Robin about him or not? What to do with all this now, I do not know, — the Evil Queen shrugged her shoulders.
— Of course you need to find him! Lucy said, who had been forgotten in the course of the arguments. — He's part of the family. Dad, what would you call this operation?
— Operation "New family member", — Henry smiled.
— No, — the girl shook her head. — Operation "Cobra Three. Return".
— Well, or so, — Regina laughed and hugged the girl. — A copy of the father.
The Underworld. The house of Rumplestiltskin and Belle
— A child, Rumple?! — Belle stood behind Mr. Gold and frowned. — Are you serious? Do you have another child?! From the Evil Queen?
— Belle, — Mr. Gold dropped the mirror, which, with a slight clink, fell on the table, and turned around. — How quietly you came up, I didn't even hear.
— A child! Rumple! — Belle raised her voice. — Even here… You keep…
— Belle! I've just heard about him for the first time! — Mr. Gold got up from the sofa and walked over to his wife. — She didn't tell me anything! Especially since everyone knows that she can't give birth. Only Zeus knows how it happened!
— Then why was there a castle in the mirror, and not a Baelfire? Isn't that his mirror?
— His. I wanted to find out how he was, but I was thinking about what to do with Regina and... you saw everything for yourself, — Mr. Gold waved his hand. — I don't know what to do.
— I know,— Belle said firmly. — You should go to Zeus again and talk. Only this time we'll go together.
Every speck of dust, swelled in the water. The outlines began to acquire volume and density. Already the scarecrow was swimming in the pool. It began to spin slowly clockwise around its own axis. A ray of sunlight came out from behind the cloud and, passing through the water jets, rested on the very top of the fountain exactly on a scarecrow. Something, as if he was being pressed, completely went down, and suddenly a man appeared on the surface of the water. He snorted and, wiping water from his eyes, said: "Where am I?"