Helena stared at the plastic bag in Sheriff Graham's hand containing Dr. Hopper's blood-stained candlestick.

"I don't know what to say," said Helena. "I've never even seen that thing before."

Graham maintained a poker-straight expression. "Are you sure? Take a good hard look at it."

Helena shook her head. "Graham, I'm looking."

Graham sighed and placed the bagged weapon on the table in front of him, then folded his arms on the table and faced Helena.

"Where were you during the time of the..." Graham fumbled for an appropriate term, "Incident?"

"Walking through the woods to meet Mrs. Gold and Kayla for the picnic."

"Did anyone see you walking?"

"Not that I know of."

Graham sighed. The color drained from Helena's face as the sheriff turned to make a note on a sheet of paper shielded from her view.

"Graham?"

"Yes?"

"You don't actually…I mean you don't think that I could have…"

Graham cleared his throat. "The reason we're having this conversation is because according to the lab results I received today, the fingerprints on the candlestick found at the scene of the crime match yours."

Helena's mouth fell open.

"Perhaps you saw it somewhere around town and picked it up to take a look at it," Graham suggested. The look on his face begged her for a response. But she had nothing.

"I don't remember seeing it anywhere," said Helena. "I'm sorry."

Graham's face fell. He nodded and scribbled some more notes down on the pad. "You're free to go now, Helena. If you ever have anything more to add to your statement, you know where to find me."

"Are you kidding me?" said Virginia as she walked down the sidewalk alongside Helena. "I can't believe that Graham thinks that you're capable of attacking Dr. Hopper!"

Helena shook her head. "It's not his fault. Fingerprints don't lie."

Virginia considered this for a moment. "How does Graham even have your fingerprints on file?"

Helena shrugged. "I got fingerprinted for my job in Boston. I guess he must have called over and asked for my records."

"Why would he even ask for your records if he knows you're innocent?"

"I don't know, but trust me, he doesn't think that I did it. You should have been there. He was practically asking me for a reason to write me off as a suspect."

"He already has a reason to write you off as a suspect," Virginia insisted. "He knows you're the kind of person who drops everything to help find a lost child or take a stranger to the hospital or..."

When Virginia abruptly clamped her mouth shut and slowed down, Helena glanced at her in surprise, and then looked ahead and saw who had just rounded the corner and was making her way down the path. Helena slowed to match Virginia's pace but refused to look down. The approaching woman was eyeing her with an expression that practically dared them not to be afraid of her.

"Good afternoon, Madam Mayor," said Helena curtly.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Stable. Virginia."

Virginia folded her arms across her chest and barely glanced up at her mother, a tiny hint of annoyance in her expression. When the mayor paused on the sidewalk and just stared at the two women, Helena said, "What brings you here, Madam Mayor?"

"I'm here to make sure Sheriff Graham is doing his job," said the mayor. "What about you?"

"We're just out for a walk, Mother," said Virginia. "Have a nice day." Then she grabbed Helena's arm and urged her along the sidewalk. Helena was surprised at her friend's boldness but didn't say anything.

"I guess that explains why he needs proof," Virginia finally said when her mother was out of earshot.

Helena nodded, the implication of the mayor's words suddenly hitting her. "I guess so."

Helena stood outside the door to her brother's hospital room waiting for the nurses to come over and open it. With her ear pressed to the door, she could just make out bits of Henry and Daniel's conversation.

"Like I said before…gentle…eyes…hair like yours…"

"Horses…how many…"

"Five…least...grass…long…"

"Smoke…Regina…"

"Regina."

Helena sighed. Of course her brother was in here telling fairytales to his cellmate. That explained everything that Eleanor had showed her in Dr. Hopper's notes, Helena realized. She forced the thought away and a smile onto her face when she saw the nurses coming. They let her in the room, and Henry immediately looked up and gestured to the other man that he should stop talking.

"Hi, Henry," said Helena with all the cheerfulness she could force.

Henry blinked. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Why?"

"Don't do that." Henry stood up. "I know you. What don't you want to tell me?"

The two nurses who had been standing over by the door stepped forward, flanking Helena on either side. Henry froze.

"It's okay," Helena insisted, addressing the nurses. She moved closer to her brother. "It's, um…" she stopped short of saying that it was nothing he needed to worry about, because that wasn't true.

"Helena." Henry took his sister's hand in his. "I know you think that I'm crazy right now. But I promise you that even if that's true, I'm still the same person I've been for your entire life. Be straight with me. Please."

Helena hesitated. "Dr. Hopper is missing," she finally said, causing Henry's eyes to widen and the other man to look up. "We don't know where he is, and he may not be treating you anymore."

"What do you mean he's missing?" Henry's cellmate interjected. "Has he maybe just left town for a few days or…"

"I don't know," said Helena. "No one's told me anything."

Henry could tell that she wasn't being entirely honest with him. But it didn't matter. He knew exactly what had happened. Obviously, the mayor had somehow found out that Dr. Hopper had the ability to recover people's true memories and had taken it upon herself to make him disappear.

Helena and both men looked up when the door opened again. Another nurse stepped in and informed Helena, with a disturbing amount of urgency in her voice, that someone was there to see her. Helena hugged her brother goodbye and promised to come back on Wednesday. Then she followed the nurses outside. Out in the hallway, the few staff members present fell silent when they saw Helena.

"He's upstairs," said the nurse who had retrieved Helena from Henry's cell. Helena quickened her stride and ascended the staircase leading to the lobby of the hospital. When she opened the door, she saw Sheriff Graham waiting, a pair of handcuffs in his hand and preliminary regret in his eyes.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Helena Stable, you are under arrest."

Helena was quite familiar with Sheriff Graham's police car by now, but she had never thought she would see it from the backseat with her hands chained together. She stayed quiet through the drive, the fingerprinting, and the mugshots. Graham stayed quiet too. Then he led her to one of the green cells at the back of the cage and undid the handcuffs as he released her inside. Helena turned back to face him once he had shut the door.

"Graham?"

"I'm truly sorry," said Graham, meeting her eyes with sympathy.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"This morning, an additional piece of evidence was discovered near the scene of the crime. Same blood as the candlestick. And same fingerprints."

Graham left the sheriff station. Helena, faced with an utter lack of company and distraction, attempted to make herself comfortable on the cell's single bunk and resigned herself to an indeterminate amount of confinement.

Sheriff Graham placed two photographs on the front counter of the pawn shop; one of the candlestick, one of the antique box Ruby had found containing a bloody human heart.

"I can't say that I've ever seen these before, sheriff," said Mr. Gold as he appeared to scrutinize the designs on both. "I'll check my records, but I'm fairly certain of that fact."

"Thank you, Mr. Gold," said Graham, who was beginning to feel more hopeless by the second, as Mr. Gold began shuffling through a wooden box full of index cards. The pawnbroker was known for keeping fairly extensive records, and his was the only antique shop in town. If he couldn't place the owner of the objects, chances were no one could.

Just then, Kayla burst into the pawn shop accompanied by Pongo on a leash. "Daddy!" she yelled as she threw the door to the pawn shop open so fast she nearly cracked the little bell above the door. "Helena's been arrested!" When the sheriff turned around and the child saw him, she went over to him. "Please let Helena out of jail," Kayla pleaded. "She didn't do it. The mayor probably did."

Graham raised his eyebrows. "Why would the mayor want Dr. Hopper dead?"

"Because she's a witch!"

For the first time since Dr. Hopper had been declared missing, Graham chuckled. Mr. Gold shot his daughter a stern glance that told her now was not the time. He closed the box and shook his head.

"I'm afraid I have nothing of interest to you, sheriff," said Mr. Gold. "I'll let you know if I hear anything."

Graham nodded. "Thank you. Have a good day, Mr. Gold."

As soon as Graham was out of Mr. Gold's shop, Kayla stepped closer to Mr. Gold's desk. Pongo sat down in front of Kayla, hunkered down protectively, and bared his teeth.

"Isn't there anything we can do to help Helena, Daddy?" asked Kayla. "I know she wouldn't do it. Only an evil person would attack Dr. Hopper and Pongo."

Mr. Gold's eyes narrowed with confusion. "What makes you so certain that she was arrested for that, Kayla Belle?" Pongo barked at Mr. Gold. Kayla tightened her grip on the leash.

"Apparently something was found at the crime scene this morning, and then she was arrested. I heard some of the teachers whispering about it at school."

Mr. Gold nodded. "I see."

"So can you help her?" Kayla pleaded. "I know you can stand up to the mayor. And whoever else was awful enough to be involved in this." Pongo barked again, this time more threateningly.

"I'll see what I can do," said Mr. Gold. "Now why don't the two of you finish your walk?"

"Thanks, Daddy," said Kayla, leaning over Mr. Gold's counter and quickly hugging him. Pongo stayed put and emitted a low growl.

"You're taking him back to Marco's house, right?"

"Yep!" Kayla ran out the door, dragging Pongo along behind her. Mr. Gold let out a heavy sigh as the door swung shut.

By the following morning, everyone in Storybrooke knew that Helena was being held without bail at the sheriff station. Graham and Ruby both declined to comment when they were asked, but the timing of the arrest and the fact that the previous day Helena had slapped Eleanor in the church parking lot was enough to provoke rampant gossip.

"Granny said that all she's heard people in the diner talking about since yesterday morning is Helena and Dr. Hopper and Henry and how nothing ever went wrong in this town before the siblings showed up and blah, blah, blah," Ruby complained as she shoved her personal belongings into her locker. "I ran into Mrs. Gold a few minutes ago. She said someone actually came up to her at the library and suggested that she get Kayla 'checked out'."

Ruby turned around and saw that Helena was lying awake in her cell.

"I'm so sorry," she muttered.

"It's okay," said Helena. "Any other news?"

Ruby turned to Graham. He shook his head. Helena sighed. All three looked up when the door to the sheriff station swung open and Mr. Gold entered. Ruby looked back to Graham in surprise. "I didn't know you had to pay rent on the sheriff station."

"He doesn't," said Mr. Gold. "I'm here to have a word with Ms. Stable."

"Suit yourself," said Graham.

"Alone."

Graham turned and glanced at Helena. She looked at Mr. Gold and then back to Graham.

"Sure," Helena finally said.

Graham nodded. "We'll be right outside." He gestured to Ruby to follow him. Once they were out the door, Mr. Gold pulled up a chair to the bars of Helena's cell. The cell that he had so recently occupied himself.

"How's Kayla doing?" asked Helena.

"She's quite alright, but I'm not here to discuss my daughter," said Mr. Gold. "I'm here because you are in dire need of a benefactor."

Helena's brow wrinkled. "A benefactor?"

"A little bird told me that the evidence is piling up against you, and I would like to offer you my legal services."

"Thank you for the offer," said Helena. "But I don't think I could afford to pay you very much right now. I haven't been to work in almost a month, and with Henry's hospital bills on top of my living expenses…"

Mr. Gold put his hand up. "No need to worry about that, Ms. Stable. What I want from you as payment for my services is nothing nearly as common as money."

"And what's that?"

Mr. Gold lowered his voice and leaned forward. "At the end of all this, no matter what else happens, you'll owe me a favor."

"What kind of a favor?"

"Any favor I ask." He paused. "Do we have a deal?"

Helena fell silent. Mr. Gold drummed his fingers on his lap with impatience.

On the one hand, Helena didn't really want to owe Mr. Gold of all people a mystery item. She had the feeling that he wasn't the sort of person people broke deals with. But on the other hand, she seemed to be all out of options. And desperate times called for desperate measures.

"Yes," Helena finally said. "We have a deal." Mr. Gold held out his hand. She shook it firmly.

The following afternoon, Mr. Gold returned for another private talk with Helena, this time better prepared to discuss her case. He found Helena in her cell eating a grilled cheese sandwich in a to-go container from Granny's.

"That is what you're being served as prison food?" said Mr. Gold with disgust as he remembered the cold oatmeal and cheap TV dinners he was served during his own time in Storybrooke's jail. "Who exactly do you have to impress around here for gourmet takeout?"

Before Helena could respond, Graham opened the door and entered the building. Helena's cheeks turned pink as she looked down at her sandwich.

"Oh," said Mr. Gold. "That explains it."

"Can I help you, Mr. Gold?" Graham asked.

"He's my attorney," Helena explained, setting down her lunch and scooting to the end of her cot, closest to where Mr. Gold was shoving his chair.

Graham nodded. "I'll be just outside the door. Ruby is still on her break."

"Okay," said Helena. "Thanks."

"Let me know if you need anything," said Graham as he exited.

"Well, I suppose I can only be a good thing that the one cop in town has taken a liking to you," Mr. Gold muttered.

"Sadly, as long as Mayor Mills hates me enough to keep checking up on Graham and making sure that he gathers as much evidence against me as possible, him liking me isn't going to do me any good."

"Fortunately for us, there are plenty of people in town who might be able to help you out a bit without risking being fired by the mayor." Mr. Gold opened a file folder and pulled out a list with names on it. Virginia Mills. Rose Gold. Kevin Prince. Michael Zimmer. Ashley Boyd. Astrid Fine. David Nolan. Mary Margret Blanchard. Ruby Lucas. Granny Lucas. Eleanor Armstrong.

"As we discussed yesterday, the pre-trial interview is only two days away. The preliminary hearing should happen soon thereafter. These are all of the people who are willing to testify that you are a good person and that you do not have it in you to brutally harm an innocent man."

"Even Eleanor?" said Helena.

"She happened to be at the diner when I was asking Ruby and Granny," Mr. Gold explained. "She came over and volunteered. She seemed to feel pretty certain that you didn't do it."

Helena wasn't sure what good things the deranged brunette could possibly have to say about her after everything that had happened, nor was she sure if she even wanted to find out.

Mr. Gold opened another file folder and pulled out several sheets of blank paper.

"I want you to tell me everything you remember about where you were at the time of the attack. Every last detail."

"There's really not much to remember," Helena insisted. "It was about twelve thirty in the afternoon when I left Granny's. Granny and Ruby and a few other people saw me leave. I walked up the path that I normally take to get to the stables. While I was near the orchard I heard a few strange noises and stopped because I thought something might be following me, but I didn't see anyone. Then I went back to the fork in the road and took the longer trail that passes the lake just to be safe. I'm not sure how long it took me to walk to where Mrs. Gold and Kayla were waiting, but by the time I got there Pongo was already there and had been hurt."

Mr. Gold, who had been furiously scribbling notes as Helena had talked, abruptly stopped a few seconds after she did.

"When you say you heard a few strange noises near the orchard and you thought someone might be following you, what exactly do you mean? Were they animal noises?"

"Not exactly," said Helena. "More like…scuffling. Like something was moving through the trees."

"So there's a chance that there was a person spying on you?"

"Yes, I suppose." Helena shot her lawyer a confused look. "What does this have to do with my case?"

"If the person who saw you were to come forward and testify that you were where you say you were at around the time that Dr. Hopper and Pongo were attacked, then there's a chance that we could prove that you could not have made it from your location to the crime scene in time to have been involved before my wife and daughter saw you."

"I have no idea who it could have been though."

"I'll give you some time to think about it," said Mr. Gold. He stood up and held his hand through the bars for her to shake just as Graham and Ruby re-entered the sheriff station together. "Pleasure doing business with you, Ms. Stable." Graham and Ruby both eyed the pawnbroker warily as they returned to their desks. At the door, Mr. Gold paused and turned back. "And remember, Ms. Stable, if you can give me any idea as to who was following you near the orchard, it would be infinitely less difficult for me to build a case for your defense."

Graham looked up as Mr. Gold exited the building.

"Hey, Ruby," said Graham. "Forget everything I told you I'd be having you do this afternoon. You're going for a walk down by the orchard."

Ruby grabbed her purse and car keys out of the drawer she'd just set them in. "What am I looking for?"

"Anything."