"You're going to hell?"

"The Underworld."

"Big fucking difference!" Snow exclaimed, throwing her hands up. "Jesus Christ, Emma—this is literally the third time he's died! Take a hint!"

Emma shook her head. "I'm getting him back," she said, holding back a sob. "It isn't fair to Killian—"

"Okay, can I make a request?" Henry cut in, holding up his hand. "Can we stop with the 'Killian' bullshit already? I can't take that name seriously."

"Yeah, no, I'm not going to call him 'Killian' either," Regina agreed. "Tried it—it's just weird."

Emma closed her eyes, turning her head away as another sob threatened to overcome her. "Everything he thought he was doing was a lie. Gold tricked us—"

"And that warrants a trip to hell?" Snow scoffed.

"Not hell," Emma said, sounding a little more irritable. "The Underworld."

"Oh, excuse me."

"Emma, you know how this works," David said sternly. "It's a one-for-one trade. Someone else will have to die."

"So we'll use Robin," Emma said impatiently. "He's not doing anything."

Robin looked around in alarm. "What?"

"We're not using Robin," Regina said, putting a protective hand on his shoulder. "Who's going to hold my purse?"

"And you just got back from being the Dark One!" Snow said exasperatedly. "You can't give into darkness again! Remember what happened last time? You were a total dick to everyone!"

"I won't," Emma said passionately. She touched her fingers to the hideous ring that hung from her neck (probably ripped it off some dead homeless guy, they'd all agreed). "I'm giving into love."

There were a few moments of silence, during which everyone struggled to absorb the words that had just come out of Emma's mouth.

"I-I'm sorry," Henry said, laughing disbelievingly. "You're giving into love….yet all the people you love are in this is apartment, begging you not to make us go with you to drag the raggedy pirate's ass back up from hell—excuse me, the Underworld?"

Emma thought for a moment. "I'm giving into hormones," she amended.

"There it is," Regina muttered.

"Is anyone going to talk about the one-for-one trade thing?" David asked loudly.

"Or the fact that we've got small children to take care of?" Robin added.

"Or the fact that I really don't want to do this?" Henry piped up.

"It can work," Emma insisted, ignoring all of them. She looked at her parents softly. "You two share a heart…So will we."

Snow frowned. "That only worked because we're True Love."

"Hell yeah, we are," David grinned, giving her a high-five.

"Killian is my—"

"Okay, I'm just going to stop you there, before you embarrass yourself and everyone in this room," Henry said, holding up a hand.

"I've got a baby to take care of!" Robin said wildly. "Is no one else concerned about this? I've got a toddler, I've got a baby—they've got a baby—" he flung his hand out at Snow and David. "No! No, I'm putting my foot down on this one! The only way, you're going to get me to go to hell—yes, yes, the Underworld!" he snapped as Emma opened her mouth. "The only way you're getting me down there, is if we're going to get Neal!"

"Dude, we should so get Neal!" David gasped, fist-bumping Robin.

"Hey, I'm up for getting Neal!" Regina said, adding her fist to theirs.

"Someone's got to make the pun, so I'm going to say, 'Hells, yeah!'" Snow said excitedly she and Henry joined their fists to the others'.

"And I'll get Killian," Emma said dreamily.

"Yeah, good with luck that. Anyways—" Regina clapped her hands together. "Let's go find some poor shuck who has no reason whatsoever to live anymore, drag him to hell—sorry, the Underworld—and trade him for Neal, who is awesome in all things."

"Thank you for addressing the one-for-one trade thing," David said, inclining his head. "I was worried we were going to have to have a dilemma in which one of us would have to sacrifice ourselves for Neal. Because you know, he's too decent to allow someone else to do that for him."

"I'll get Killian, and then I can stare at his face," Emma sighed vacantly. "All day long."

"Ignore her," Henry said, rolling his eyes. "Let's hurry up and get out of here, before we all become infected by her stupid."

"I'm still worried about the babies," Robin said, following at David's heels as he led the group out. "I think before we do anything else, we need to have a long discussion and make arrangements for the well-being of our children. And probably research on what we may be encountering. I hate making split-second decisions like this, it's just asking for disaster."

"We'll go to my office and make some phone calls," Regina promised. "Someone should also probably tell the rest of the town what's going on, since they all got nearly destroyed by a shit ton of Dark Ones."

"I'll take care of that," David's voice called from down the hall.

"Responsibility," Henry said, nudging Emma as he passed her. "Take notes."