Zelena fell to the ground, the knife clattering beside her. Regina grasped her neck where the knife had scratched her. Robin stood from the ground and moved closer to get a better look at her injury, gently removing Regina's hand and replacing it with his own over the thin red line. It wasn't deep. Regina looked at Robin, smiled shakily, and then at Emma, who was still holding the gun in the same position, staring at the woman on the ground.

Zelena was bleeding from a bullet-sized hole in her forehead, her eyes open and unseeing, yet that murderous glint in them remained. She was dead, there was no doubt.

"Emma," Regina said, removing Robin's hand from her neck and approaching the blonde. She clasped the gun and Emma unfurled her fingers, letting the brunette take the weapon from her. Her eyes didn't waver from Zelena. Regina placed the gun on the counter and held Emma by her shoulders, "You did what you had to do. You saved me."

Finally, Emma looked at her. Tears glistening in her eyes. "She was going to kill you."

"Right, but she didn't. You stopped her." Regina reassured her and then turned to Robin. "How was she here? I thought she was dead."

"All I know is she was using that necklace," Robin gestured to the jewellery on the dining table, "to disguise herself as Marian. I don't know how. She- she said Marian was dead." He stumbled and reached out to the counter to steady himself, his eyelids heavy and sad, "My wife is still dead. Was dead this entire time."

Regina took a step towards him, hands outstretched to comfort but he caught her wrists and lowered them. "Not now." He muttered, "Not now."

Regina looked to Emma, worriedly, then back down to Zelena. "Okay. We can discuss what she was doing later. Right now, we have a crying five-year-old in the next room and a dead body on the floor. What do we do?"

"Oh God, Roland!" Robin gasped, rushing into the boy's bedroom, slipping in and shutting the door behind him to shield him from the horrific sight.

Regina turned to Emma, "So, what do we do with the body?"

"I have no idea."

"I thought the outside criminal world was your territory."

Emma looked at Regina, incredulously, "I was a thief not a murderer." She argued. "If anything, this is your territory."

Regina shot Emma an angry glare, "It was different in the Enchanted Forest. The closest thing to police were guards and the best of them were on my side. I've never had to hide a body before."

"Okay, let me think."

"What, you think an answer will just come to you?"

"I've watched plenty of criminal TV shows."

"Oh, please impart the great wisdom you've learned from all your hours wasted in front of the television!"

"Will you just let me think?!" Emma snapped, angrily.

Regina crossed her arms.

"Okay, one good thing is that she's not going to be missed by anyone in this world. So there's no reason for the police to be suspicious unless we give them one." Emma said.

Regina saddened at the thought and it showed, her eyes darkening. "Not missed by anybody." She repeated, quietly.

"I mean, she was disguised as Marian, no one knew Zelena was living here." Emma tried to fix what she'd said. "I didn't mean that- I mean-"

"Don't worry, I know what you meant, Saviour." Regina calmed her. "It's just… She was my sister. She was exactly like I was thirty years ago, consumed with thoughts of revenge. Except she never got past the rage. It wasn't fair, the life that she had, anger and jealousy was all she knew."

"I'm sorry, Regina."

"She's not somebody I need to grieve." Regina muttered quietly, but as she did so she had to wipe at her eye to stop a tear from falling.

"She was your family. You have every reason to grieve."

Suddenly, Regina let out a loud sob and fell to her knees, shocking Emma with the drastic emotional change. She ran a hand through Zelena's hair as tears began to fall from her face. Gently, she closed Zelena's eyes. Wordlessly, Emma left her there to have a moment and walked around the sisters into Roland's room.

Robin was holding Roland in his lap, the little boy's eyes were closed, his crying over. Emma figured he'd be the only one sleeping easy tonight.

"How am I supposed to explain this to him?" Robin whispered, looking pleadingly up at Emma, "How do you explain to a child that his mother, who'd already died and come back once, is gone yet again? He's going to be traumatised."

"I'm sure we'll work something out." Emma sighed. "Maybe Regina can create a forgetting potion of some sort? He'd lose time but it'd be worth it, right?"

"Right." Robin agreed as he ran a hand through his son's curls. As they heard a small sob come from the other side of the door, Robin needlessly asked, "Is Regina okay?"

"I just shot her sister dead right in front of her, so no, I don't think Regina is okay." Emma snapped. When Robin looked taken aback she said, "Sorry, I'm sorry. I just don't know what to do." Her eyes widened suddenly as a thought occurred to her. "This whole building probably heard the gun shots. Someone could come up here any second!"

"It's the city, Emma. I know I've only been here a short time, but I'm sure that it's likely people will just ignore the sound."

"We hope." Emma sighed.

"What are we going to do with the body?"

"I don't know. Bury her somewhere, dump her in water-"

"No." Regina's voice came from the doorway. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying but anger was the dominant feature on her face after hearing Emma's words. "We're not going to let her rot somewhere, unknown. I know she's done terrible things but I- I don't know, I want her to be laid to rest with some dignity. Her entire life was misery, I don't want her end to be just as horrid."

Robin tucked Roland under his covers and ushered the women out of the room with him before arguing, "Regina, she just tried to kill us all!"

"You think I don't know that?" Regina snapped back. "I saw exactly what you both saw, but the difference is that I understood her. I know how she felt. I was her once, but while I was given a second chance, she wasn't. That could be me, Robin. I could be the dead one if luck hadn't favoured me for some reason."

"You're being ridiculous. You wanted to change, she didn't." Robin said.

"I didn't always want to change! I killed thousands before I made that decision."

Emma watched as a dark expression crossed Robin's face for a moment and she wondered if he was thinking about the fact that Marian was amongst those thousands. He pressed his lips together and shrugged in defeat.

"I agree." Emma said, smiling softly at Regina. "We should give her a proper burial, gravestone and all."

"And how, exactly, do you propose we do that without getting arrested for murder?" Robin asked.

"We get her back to Storybrooke." Regina said.

"And risk Gold getting ahold of the two of you?"

Emma's eyes lit with an idea, "I can call my dad, I'm sure he'd come and get her."

"Okay, we'll clean her up first," Regina agreed, "Then call David."

The task was horrendous. The blood had spread all across the floor and all three were thankful that it was a floor of wood and not carpet. After wiping up what they could, they used an entire bottle of bleach scrubbing the stain out. They wrapped Zelena in a blanket from Robin's bed, securing it around her body with rope. By the time they were finished, Robin had vomited three times.

David was shocked to say the least when Emma explained the situation to him, but he agreed to help, nonetheless, promising to leave right away. He offered her the chance to speak with Henry but she declined, not wanting to have a conversation with her son so soon after murdering somebody and she told him she'd call later after checking that he was alright and still safe from Gold.

When she hung up the phone, she looked up to see Robin holding Regina's hand tightly in his own. She grimaced.