Author's note: Due to the overwhelming number of requests, I've decided to write an epilogue. Thanks for all the lovely reviews. It was so funny reading everyone's reactions to the last ch.

Epilogue

Regina looked dazedly around. Where in the hell was she? The last thing she remembered was that goddamn bitch Emma shoving her into the hat, a flash of swirly purple, glimpses of what appeared to be other realms (was one of them all black and white?), and then nothing. Until now. Blinking, she took in her surroundings. She quickly realized that she was bound to the back of a horse, which was connected to another horse. The horse in front of hers carried two women: a tough looking Asian warrior and a sad looking brunette who looked very familiar. Regina realized that it was Aurora, someone Maleficent had bitched about back when they were friends.

Her instincts told her to stay quiet and keep pretending to be unconscious. She closed her eyes, straining to hear bits of their muttered conversation.

"…don't know who she is." The Asian warrior was saying. Regina could sense that she kept looking back at her, as if to make sure that Regina didn't try to attack them.

"Her clothes are so strange." Aurora commented, looking back as well.

As she listened further, she learned that the Asian was named Mulan, and they were headed someplace that Mulan described as camp. From what she discerned from behind her semi shut lids, she guessed that they were back in the Enchanted Forest, in an area that she guessed had been untouched by her curse 28 years ago. It seemed a bit strange, but she supposed it made sense. After all, not all the other realms had been brought over to Storybrooke; only certain people from other realms (such as Whale/Frankenstein) of her choosing had been sent to Storybrooke.

They came to a jarring stop. Regina could feel someone release her from the horse and drag her body down a path. God, they could at least be a little gentler! She had to resist the urge to attack them. She reminded herself that she didn't have magic anymore, and judging by the sheer loudness of the voices and footsteps around her, she was way outnumbered. Regina knew she had to stay quiet in order to gather information to plan her way back to Storybrooke. There was no way she'd let Emma and the two idiots win.

She was tossed into what felt like a hole, due to the coolness of the air around her. Waiting until everything was quiet, she slowly opened her eyes. As she'd expected, she was in some sort of hole that resembled an underground prison. Great. She was stuck in a fucked up version of the Enchanted Forest, completely vulnerable. Things could just not get any worse. Oh wait, they could, for it was freezing in here.

For what felt like several days (but was probably only a couple hours), Regina huddled in a ball in the corner of the cell. The only thing that kept her going was the prospect of revenge. Revenge on Emma. Unlike her previous attempts, she would not fail this time. She was the Evil Queen, dammit, and she was going to succeed.

Just then, she heard soft footsteps off to the side. Regina scrambled to her feet and pressed her back against the wall.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" She called, hating the way her voice shook.

The footsteps came closer and closer. Regina's heart started to pound. She was weaponless and had no way of defending herself. Yes, she'd managed to (briefly) overpower Emma, but that was only because the Sheriff was much smaller. For all she knew, this person could be the size of a pro-wrestler.

"Hello?" Regina called again. She squinted in the dark, trying to see who it was. Slowly, the person came into focus. In the dark, Regina could just barely make out their brown hair and flowing blue dress. Suddenly, with an audible gasp, she realized who it was.

"Mother?"

Author's note: Yep, you know what this means! Sequel! Coming! Soon! Please review!