Home Has Frozen Over
At home Regina went straight to bed. Robin made an effort to give Roland a normal morning, but once he went down for his nap, he joined Regina. She was lying in bed, head under covers. He put his arms around her and joined her, just lying down, done with it. Done with everything.
He turned up the thermostat when he saw the snow begin, but didn't care why it was. Likely another consequence of Emma's thoughtlessness. Messing with time. Untold results, why shouldn't the weather be messed up too?
After an hour or so, a text came from Snow. Something about needing help with what was coming. He texted back, "%&$# off" and went back to holding Regina.
Once Roland awoke from his nap, Dr. Hopper had arrived and spoke with the boy. Afterwards the psychiatrist told Robin that Roland understood that Regina was "sick," but it would help if she came down and had dinner with them. Keep to a routine. Kids respond well to structure.
Robin said so to Regina, but she said that she just wasn't ready.
So he proposed a compromise: how about he and Roland make dinner and bring it to her in bed?
Regina had agreed, and Roland even nearly smiled as they brought it in and Regina sat up to eat, the little boy crawling up to snuggle with her.
He needed a mother. He needed her.
One phone call did come. This time from David. Robin answered it, listened, and then said back with quite a bite in his voice that their lives had been destroyed by two selfish children, and that he should maybe ask Hook about what he did to Belle when he went to see her in her cell.
"Put that in your pipe, and smoke it!" Then he hung up.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Well his family was in it now.
Apparently, looking out the window, so was the whole town.
He took comfort then, by quoting to himself something Regina told him Rumplestiltskin used to repeat:
So glad I don't give a damn!
He put his boy to bed with a story, and then went back to Regina.
So glad.