Digging the large hole in front of the gravestone was harder than she thought. Yes, the man who was obsessed with her voice was now dead. It was not Eric...but another man who intruded her cell. It seemed like he cared for her necklace so much that he was buried with it. Finally when Alana got to his casket, she opened the rotted door. Inside was a pale corpse that looked about a year old. Alana ignored the smell and the disgusting look of the pale body. She reached right for her necklace which was laced between his fingers. As soon as she touched the necklace it shined brightly. A small orb circled around the shell and moved into Alana's throat. She smiled.
"I hate to break it to you," she cooed to the corpse, "but this never belonged to your grandmother."
The next day the girls did the same thing. They set up their small, temporary stage in the middle of town. Many gathered to hear Ariel sing.
When it came time for her solo, another voice rang through the crowd. Everyone froze. Even her sisters. Alana took center stage—her shyness disappeared. Her voice created a trance of all the citizens. Alana smirk and was getting really into it. That was, until Ariel ripped the microphone out of her hands.
"What are you doing?!" she asked.
"I'm back sister," Alana hissed the 's' in sister. "Haven't you missed me?"
"Alana you got your voice back!" Abella exclaimed. The rest of the sisters surrounded Alana. They all wanted a chance to hug their sister. Ariel did not seem as amused. Something wasn't right.
"That was amazing!" exclaimed the new news reporter. It seems everyone forgot about poor Sydney Glass, who was kept locked up in the psych ward. He was replaced by this tall slender fellow. A young man who claimed he was a mouse in their land. In Storybrooke he was asked to be call Q, since there was a Q in his name – Jaq.
As the mermaids walked down the short steps of the stage, the reporter walked right next to the not-so-shy-and-quiet sister. "What's your name?" he asked.
She turned to him, a smirk on her face. "My name is Alana," she told him. It was then that the reporter took a picture of her, but the girl didn't even blink. She was enjoying her new found attention, "Most people call me Ursula."
And she walked away. She wasn't going to answer any more questions.