Mrs. Gold ran from the fire to Granny's Inn. She stopped just short of the door, she tried to catch her breath. Still sweaty from the run she walked calmly as she could through the doors, and up to the counter, and tapped the bell continuously until a sleepy Granny in her night gown stumbled out and walked behind the counter. "Doesn't your husband usually collect the rent?"

"I'm not here for the rent."

"Then what brings you here at this hour Mrs. Gold?" the old woman asked irritated.

"I need a room."

"What's wrong with your mansion?"

"My husband there." she said sighing.

"Look if you're here to cheat on your husband, I can't let that happen under my roof. Mr. Gold would close us down faster than a fox in a hen house."

"I'm not here for any other man. I just need a little space."

"You can't find that in your manor?"

"I would like a room Granny. Mr. Gold and I will work out our differences, just not tonight. I will pay you tomorrow."

"I can't give you special treatment just because your husband owns the town."

"If you don't give me a room, I will see to it that Mr. Gold closes this Inn for good." Mrs. Gold threatened, tired of Granny's treatment, tired from her run, and tired of Mr. Gold's tricks.

"Room 101. Down the hall." Granny said bitter, and handed her the room key

"Thank you." Mrs. Gold took the key and went straight to bed. Meanwhile Mr. Gold had been found by the fire department, and not long after the sheriff.

"Mr. Gold?" Graham walked over to the man.

"What can I do for you sheriff?"

"Where is your wife?" he asked concerned. "She called me earlier it sounded like you two were having a bit of a spat?"

"Just a lovers quarrel really." Mr. Gold tried to brush off the argument.

"I'd really like to ask her myself sir. I went to your home but no one answered."

"Really?" the older man asked with fake surprise. "Perhaps she fell asleep?"

"I was quite loud at the door. Do you know where she would have gone?"

"I don't have any idea."

"What about a friend's?" the lawman asked.

"She doesn't exactly have any." he shrugged wanting to leave.

"Everyone has friends." Graham said feeling like man was lying.

"My wife and I only really have each other." he assured the sheriff.

"May I ask what the altercation wa about?"

"Actually, no. You may not."

"Why?"

"Its no ones business sheriff that's why." there was a dangerous edge to Mr. Gold's voice, and he started to walk away with a heavier limp than usual.

"Is something wrong with your leg Mr. Gold?"

"As a matter of fact sheriff there is! That's why I carry the cane." he mocked the sheriff and waved his walking stick a bit, then continued walking home. When morning came Mrs. Gold still in her clothes from the day before, went over to Granny's diner, and sat at the bar with a cup of coffee.

"Oh my god?" Mary Margaret was at a table behind her, reading the newspaper.

"What happened?" Mrs. Gold asked not really all that curious.

"There was a fire at Leroy's house." she informed her. "He's in the hospital." the school teacher said worried.

"He's alive?"

"Yes thank god." There was a silence in the restaurant, just a numbing scrapping of knives, and sips from the other costumers. Mr. Gold noticed her sitting at the bar as he walked by, he stopped in his tracks and went in to join her at the bar.

"Morning Mrs. Gold." he said blissfully.

"Morning." she greeted bitter. "How's your leg?"

"Fine. No worse than before." he ordered a coffee of his own, then asked, "How is your knee?" he asked casually.

"I have a limp."

"Should we get matching canes?" he joked, and his wife couldn't stop herself from smiling at him. Mr. Gold took her hand in his. "Do you think you can forgive me?" he asked her sincerely.

"I can try." she answered coyly, and he kissed her hand.

"Let's go home." he suggested.

"I think we should go to the hospital."

"I feel fine." he smiled

"For Leroy." she said coldly.

"I don't think that's wise."

"It's the right thing to do." They had a stare down for who wanted it more. Mrs. Gold won, but Mr. Gold was very unhappy.

"This is an awful idea." he spat at her.

"I don't care. Also could you pay Granny?."

"Yes of course." He said then called the older woman over. "What's the charge?"

"$100." She informed him.

"That's highway robbery!" he complained.

"No. Its $90 for the room, and $10, for both coffees."

"I didn't ask for a room." he growled at the woman. Then he remembered his wife never did come home last night. "Who were you here with?"

"My imaginary husband who doesn't lie or beat me." she snapped at him, and Granny give him a sour look.

"I didn't beat you." he said through his teeth.

"Tell that to my bruised knee Mr. Gold." Mrs. Gold scowled at the angry man.

"Here!" he through the money down and the counter. "Let's go." he growled at his wife. They left and walked in silence to the hospital, when they got in she wanted to get a vase full of flowers. "Why? Its more that that man deserves." He said still paying for it.

"It's the least we can do." she glared, and they continued through the hospital. When they found Leroy's room they stayed in the hallway for a moment. "I want to go alone."

"Fine fine." he nodded not really wanting to go anyway.

"Give me the cane."

"What? Why?"

"My knee is killing me after such a long walk." she whined to him.

"Here." he handed over his cane and leaned against the wall to keep off his bad leg.

"Thank you." his wife smiled up at him, then walked away barely using the cane at all. She set the flowers down on the table, and Leroy grimaced at her.

"What are you doing here?"

"I've come to say I'm sorry about your house." she said simply.

"'Cause your husband burned it to the ground?" he asked angry.

"No." she said quietly, standing next to his bed. "You shouldn't slander me and my husband Leroy."

"Or what? That monster will try and kill me?" Mrs. Gold took the cane and hit the hospital bed frame startling the man.

"We just wish you wouldn't." she smiled and standing with both hands on the cane, as her husband would. "Have a nice day." she stated snidely, then left the man. Mrs. Gold returned the cane to her husband.

"What was that?" he asked feeling a little proud of her.

"I was just evening the field." she smiled, and kissed him.

"Let's not fight anymore."

"That might be a tall order. How about you not trick me into murdering someone?"

"Oh no one died." he said rolling his eyes like she was just exaggerating.

"Don't try to downplay what happen!"

"Fine, fine Mrs. Gold. I will not lie, or trick you." he vowed.

"I don't want this to happen again."

"I know."