"Emma, love," Killian Jones the one-handed pirate calls from across the sheriff's office. "Please stop that." Emma Swan is sitting in a magical cage that prevents her from using large-scale magic. She's playing with little glowing dots she has created as she sings a rhyme.
Little did the people know,
Soon to hell they all would go.
Nothing can stop it,
None can say quit,
The savior is gone,
None can stop the Dark One's song.
The people scramble to get rid of the power,
But nearer and nearer draws the hour.
The hour is coming, the hour is near,
They won't even know it until it is here.
When they find out, it will seal their fate.
And by then, it will all be too late.
"Swan," Killian says from where he sits. "This isn't you." Emma beckons the sea captain closer. Killian gets up from his chair and goes close to the bars of the Dark One's cage.
"Actually Pirate," Emma replies, running her hand across Killian's shiny hook through the bars on her cage. "I'm more myself than I've ever been. I expected the Darkness to be cold, even uninviting. But it's so wonderful, Killian. It's warm and tempting; all you have to do is give in to it. Then it welcomes you with open arms and treats you like a friend, helping you to become more powerful than ever before."
"Swan, please," Killian urges. "Remember what it was like to be the Savior. If not for me, then for Henry, your son."
"I remember what it was like," Emma says, pacing her cell. "Always doing the right thing, worrying about the wrong things, trying to be better than I really am. It was miserable. But look at me now! I have so much potential, but instead I'm locked away in here!"
"Mom!" Henry calls from the door.
"Not a good idea, son." Killian blocks Henry from getting close to Emma's cage.
"She's my mom, Killian. She won't hurt me. Rumplestiltskin never hurt Belle when he was the Dark One." Henry argues with the one-handed pirate.
"She's different, Henry." Killian replies. "Emma doesn't know how to love properly. She's so Dark it clouds that emotion." Despite Hook's warnings, Henry pushes through the pirate's barricade and steps towards Emma's cage.
"Mom," Henry puts his hands around the bars of her special cell.
"Henry," Emma puts her hands over Henry's and smiles a strange smile. "Please get me out of here."
"I'm sorry, Mom." Henry says. "I can't do that." Emma growls and shoves off the wall.
"She doesn't really does hate me, right?" Henry asks Killian as he turns away from Emma's cage.
"Of course not," Killian says. "It's just the Darkness talking. Now why don't you go back to Mary-Margaret's apartment, okay?"
"Okay," Henry steps out into the cold, inky night, and walks to his grandmother's house.