"Here it is," Henry said, placing the cup in front of his mother. Regina looked down at it skeptically.

"It's water."

"Yep." Henry nodded. "It's water. And this is a phone." He held up his cellphone. "And together, they're going to get you out of here."

"Water. And a phone." Regina raised a brow. "Henry, I don't -"

"Mom. Trust me."

"So, do I drink the water? Or dunk the phone in it?" She asked.

"You talk to the person on the phone. Then you drink the water."

Regina looked at Henry curiously. "This is just water, right?"

"Water from the well," Henry said. "And according to the legend, when you drink the water, something lost will be returned to you."

"Like my freedom?" She shook her head. "I don't know if that works on intangible things."

"Talk." Henry passed the phone over, and Regina took it.

"Hello?" She held the phone to her ear and waited. A moment later, a voice - a voice that she'd know anywhere - answered her.

"Hello, Regina."

"Robin!" Her face immediately lit up, and Henry grinned. "How? I don't understand - did Emma find you?"

"She did. And she tells me that you have a bit of a problem."

Regina nodded, not entirely sure she could speak over the lump in her throat. Then she realized he couldn't hear her. "Yes," she answered. "Yes, I'm trapped."

"Well, I'll be there tomorrow. Roland and I."

"Here? In Storybrooke?"

"Or just outside. Until Henry finds a way to get me back in."

Regina held up the cup of water, then she set it down. "Wait - you and Roland? And Marian?"

"Marian's gone, Regina," he said quietly. "I'll explain more when I see you - and I will see you. I swear to you, I will."

Regina's eyes welled up, and she picked up the cup again. "Yes," she said. "You will. Get here as fast as you can."

"I will. I promise, Regina. I will."

She ended the call, and then she held the cup to her lips, and she drank.

"Do you feel any different?" Henry asked.

Regina nodded. "I do, Henry. I really do!" She set the cup down and got out of the chair she'd been sitting in, striding determinedly to the door. She grasped the doorknob and said firmly:

"Time to take a walk."

And then she wrenched the door open, and stepped through.

###

"Well, it's no Pirate Suite," Killian said, tossing the keycard down on the table. "But it's clean enough. Shall we try the bed?"

Emma closed the door behind her, dropping her bag on one of the two beds.

"Why are there two beds?" Killian asked. "Are we expecting company?"

"That's standard in most hotels," Emma explained. "If you don't get a king-sized bed, you get two double beds. And they're both for us."

"Do they expect us to wear one out? I'll give it my best, love." He raised a saucy brow and she bit back a smile.

"You're feeling better?"

He reached for her, pulling her in close. "Much. Thank you."

He dropped a kiss on her lips and she was just starting to get into it when a knock sounded at the door.

"That'd be Robin," she murmured against Killian's lips.

He sighed and reluctantly stepped back as she opened the door.

"Did it work?" Emma asked.

"It did," Robin smiled. "And Henry wants you to call him."

Emma took the phone. "Thanks. Are you all set for the night?"

"Yes," he said. "Thank you for the room. I believe they put us down the hall from you."

"We could just stay here, papa," Roland said, peeking his head around the door. "They have two beds."

Robin ruffled Roland's hair. "I'm sure Killian and Emma don't need a little boy jumping on their beds. We have our own room, Roland. Come along."

Killian held up the keycard. "This is the key," he said, holding it up. "Just slide it into the slot."

Robin looked at the keycard strangely. "Strange looking key."

"And this," Killian said, picking up the remote. "Makes the bed vibrate." He raised and lowered his brows.

Emma took the remote out of his hand. "Only in Vegas, Killian. This one is for the TV." She clicked the remote and the TV came to life. "But be careful," she cautioned. "They have movies on here that might not be suitable for a four year old."

"Understood," Robin said with a smile. "Come along, Roland. Let's find our room." He ushered Roland off, and Emma closed the door after wishing them goodnight.

Killian reached out, taking her by the hand and pulling her toward the bed. She stopped him, shaking her head.

"I have to call Henry," she said. He made a petulant sound and she rolled her eyes. "Hold that thought," she promised.

"I'll just go freshen up," Killian said, heading for the restroom. A moment later, she heard the shower start. She dialed the phone, glancing over at the door with a smile.

###

"Pandora." Regina folded her arms across her chest as she leaned back against the counter in Gold's shop. "She's Pandora. What the hell is she doing here?"

"Our guess is she's looking for the box," David said, wincing a little as he readjusted his arm in the sling.

"Hold on," Regina said, stepping closer and waving her hand over David's wrist. Then she made a tsk-ing sound and waved her hand over the stitches on his forehead. His wounds and abrasions disappeared, and he reached up to untie the sling on his arm.

"Thanks," he said. "Guess I should have come to you first."

"I couldn't let Prince Charming walk around with a scar like that," she said. "So Pandora's looking for the box and disaster follows in her wake. Why not just give her the box so she'll leave?"

"We would if we could find it," Belle said. "I checked under the floorboards, in the safe...I don't know what Rumple did with it." She picked up a dusty ledger book and opened it, leafing through the pages. "According to this, the box was received as payment for protection."

"Protection of what?" Snow asked.

"It doesn't say." Belle pointed to a place in the ledger. "But here's the interesting thing: The person who made the contract was Epimetheus."

"Pandora's husband," Henry supplied. "She was forced to marry him, according to one of the legends."

"So he traded away the box after she emptied it," David said. "Maybe he just wanted to get away from it."

"Why would she want it back?" Snow asked. "The box holds trouble."

Regina tapped her chin thoughtfully. "The box and trouble do go hand-in-hand."

"That's it!" David said. "The box holds trouble. What if she wants it because she wants to put the troubles back?"

"All the troubles of mankind?" Belle asked. "Isn't that kind of impossible?"

"I don't know," David said. "Is it?"

"You mean, we could live in a world without troubles?" Snow's eyes widened. "A world of peace? Of contentment? Happiness?"

"As nice as that may be to think about," Regina cautioned. "It also sounds too good to be true. What we need is to talk to the man who knows what the box can do."

"Rumple." Belle's voice was flat. "But he's gone. I sent him away."

"And we have people on the outside now," Regina reminded her.

"But we have no idea where he is," Snow said. "And a locator spell isn't going to help Emma when she's not here to follow it."

"Couldn't we use the globe?" Henry asked. "That's how you found me in Neverland, right? Blood magic."

Regina nodded. "Yes. Yes, that would work. Where is it?"

"Here," Belle answered. She stepped over to a high shelf, pulling the globe down off of it and setting it on the counter.

"We only need one drop Henry," Regina cautioned. "The needle is sharp - be careful."

Henry rolled his eyes, then carefully extended his finger, pricking it gently. A drop of blood welled up and he held it over the globe, watching as it splashed down, creating a swirling, cloudy mass that reshaped into a map.

"Any idea what we're looking at?" David asked, looking over his shoulder.

"Yeah," Henry said. "It's New York. He's in New York." Henry cautiously laid his hand on the globe and the map zoomed in, clearly showing a street with a street sign and an apartment door with a number. "He's in my Dad's old apartment," Henry said. "I guess that makes sense. He wouldn't have known anywhere else to go."

Belle looked uncomfortable. "I'm glad he found someplace to live," she said. "But is it wise making contact again?"

David shook his head. "Probably not. But I don't see that we have much choice. And for all he's done, if he thinks you and Henry are in danger, I'm pretty sure he'll agree to help."

Belle didn't look terribly happy. She was saved from commenting further by the ringing of Henry's phone.

"Mom?" He stepped away as the others gathered around the globe. "We've got a job for you."

###

Killian opened the bathroom door, and the sight of him, glistening wet with a towel slung low around his hips made Emma's mouth go suddenly dry.

"What took you so long?" she finally managed.

"I was hoping you'd come wash my back," he said. "You did such a good job when we shared the tub in the Pirate Suite."

She closed her eyes as memories washed over her of the two of them, twined around each other, rocking slowly in the tub as the water sloshed over the sides around them. The way his skin felt sliding against hers, and the way her cries had echoed off the walls. She opened her eyes again and found him staring at her in a very knowing way, a slight smile curving that incredibly soft lower lip.

"Hate to do this..." she said, frowning. "I mean I really, really do...but I'm needed elsewhere."

"What?" He nearly shouted. "Now?"

"Keep your voice down," she admonished. "It turns out our buddy Dora is actually Pandora. We need to find that damn box, and the only person who knows where it is, just happens to be in New York."

"Rumplestiltskin." He said the name like an epithet, and in reality, it was.

"Yes. So you just sit tight and -"

"You're not going without me, Swan," he said, reaching for his clothes.

"Killian."

"You think I'd let you near that crocodile alone? Emma, he tried to kill you!"

"And you," she pointed out. "Which is exactly why you're going to stay away. He can't hurt me here anyway. He doesn't have magic in the real world."

"Then I have nothing to fear, as well."

"No, but he does." She said it bluntly, raising her eyebrows as if daring him to refute it. "I need information, Killian. He's not likely to talk with you around. And if he goads you - and he will - I don't want to be mopping blood off the floor."

Killian's jaw clenched. "I could end him," he said, and his voice was deadly quiet. "I could end him once and for all. As long as he lives, he's a threat, Emma. You know that."

"Out here, he's just a lonely old man," Emma said. "With no magic, no family, and no friends. For a man like him, maybe death would be a better deal."

He closed his eyes, weighing her words. "You're right," he said. "It's a bitter justice, leaving him broken and frail."

"I know I'm right."

"And I'm still coming with you." He held up his hand, forestalling her argument. "I'll wait outside while you go in and talk. But I won't leave you all alone with him."

She sighed. "All right. But stay out of sight. And for god's sake, put some clothes on." She walked into the bathroom and shut the door, leaving him smirking as he reached for his pants.