Graham Humbert, the once esteemed sheriff of Storybrooke looked nothing like himself in the dank underbelly of the hospital where he was imprisoned. His dirty blonde hair grew long and wavy over his ears, nearly falling over his eyes and his beard had become scraggily over the few months without having a proper shave or trim. He was pale from residing in the darkness, his skin grimy not having a real shower in awhile. He seemed more like the wild man from the wood these days than the well-groomed officer of the law. She grinned amused, "Huntsman… how good to see you again. You certainly smell like your old self."

"Let me out of here." He snarled.

"Why would I do that and have you running around trying to break my curse?" She feigned innocence and he lunged at the door uselessly.

Banging futilely against the unyielding metal, "You loathsome bitch!"

"Now, now there's no need for name calling." She clicked her tongue at him.

"Why are you even here?" The man asked through clenched teeth.

"I have some questions for you." She raised a commanding eyebrow, slipping fully into her villainous persona. "And you will answer them."

"No, I want some answers first." They had a stare-off, his gaze granite and hers steel. The mayor didn't have time to waste playing mind games with her prisoner. She huffed and rolled her eyes in annoyance.

"Fine, what is it you want to know?" She crossed her arms over her chest impatiently. The brunette figured she would get her answers quicker if she conceded to his demand.

"How did I survive? You crushed my heart."

"There is no need to be dramatic. I just applied a little… pressure. Your heart is still safe and sound." Well, as safe as it could be in the Evil Queen's crypt.

"So how did I end up here?"

"The pressure was enough to cause what they call cardiac arrest here. You did flat-line long enough for some botched paperwork proclaiming you legally dead." She explained uninterestedly. "My associate was convinced to move you down here when no one was looking."

"Why are you doing this?" His frustration oozed out of him.

"Why?" Regina's voice turned dark. She moved closer to his cell leaning in close to the little, slatted window so he could she the danger flashing in her eyes. "Because you people took away my happiness, so now I'm taking yours."

The darkness within her swelled like billowing clouds of a storm, her old anger tore at her seams in a way that it hadn't in a long time. She stepped back and took a deep breath, mildly unnerved. Regina was used to the feeling and at one point in her life would have welcomed the power it brought with bubbly delight and an evil cackle. However tonight it scared her like when she had been just a girl in the Enchanted Forest trying to get her freedom. She shook off the uncertainty and pressed on. "Now, you will answer my questions or your heart will be dust. Tell me about getting your memories back."

"They just came back all at once. Like watching a film." Graham's eyes glazed over like he was reliving all his memories once again. He most likely pined for his forest and wolves; the man as natural and wild as both, never took kindly to being trapped in a box.

"No, I mean how did you get them back?" She snapped not caring to indulge in his nostalgia.

"It happened when I kissed Emma."

"You kissed Ms. Swan?" Regina bristled and the hot, prickly feeling of unbidden jealousy crawled up her spine. If she had been holding Graham's heart in her hands, then it would surely be a fine powder now.

"Well she kissed me. But I wanted her to, maybe needed her to." The thought of the then-sheriff and his then-deputy in an intimate embrace was an entirely unwelcome concept. Evidently somewhere along the line in the few weeks since their affair started, the mayor had begun to feel a sense of possession over the blonde woman and the feeling hit her sudden and fast. Not to be confused with affection or even liking Emma, rather she preferred that she be kept in her company. Lest she go around kissing other people free from her curse apparently. She swallowed it like a bitter pill, ignoring the mildly amused look on the huntsman's face at her irritation. She cleared her throat. "And why did you feel that?"

"I don't know what you mean."

"I mean, what made you want or need to kiss her." She explained with little tolerance. These were the times she missed torturing people; it was a much more efficient way to interrogate them.

"I guess it was like I just knew I should."

"Like you felt… connected?" Regina inquired carefully. Connected was the safest word she could think of to describe her current emotions regarding the younger woman. She needed to know if she and the huntsman were experiencing the same pull to her rival.

"No… It was more like I knew she had something I'd lost and it was the only way to get it back. That's when my old life returned and the need to kiss her stopped. Though I wouldn't have minded kissing her again…"

"Enough." She held her hand up with a disgusted sneer. "I don't need the details of your girlish crush. Though she did unbind you from the spell… I wonder, is she your true love?"

It stood to reason that the two could be soul mates. If the Huntsman hadn't saved Snow White, then Emma wouldn't have even been born, possibly entwining their fates forever. Regina raged against the idea of Emma making her happily-ever-after with this man; already planning with absolute certainty that she would do everything in her power to keep them apart.

Graham was shaking his head though, "I don't think so. I have my memories back but I can still feel the magical hold over me. It's like living in a dark fog, like I'll never be happy again. If it'd been true love the whole curse would be broken."

"Of course, only true love's kiss can break a curse… But it was her kiss that did it?"

He shrugged. "I suppose being the product of true love you get a little more bang for your buck."

"When did you become such an expert on love?" She was surprised that he had such insight on the matter.

"I'm not. I could be wrong. I've just had a lot of time to think things over down here." He glared at her accusingly. "Why are you asking me all this anyways?"

"I need to know if I'm going to stop the Savior from breaking the curse. And you're unfortunately the only person who remembers." She offered the half-truth. Her extracurricular activities and subsequent concerns about Emma was none of his business. Her resentment over his kissing the woman had yet to ebb completely. Regina didn't understand it. She'd had Emma in so many other ways that this man would never experience and yet knowing that his thin lips had simply kissed her was really getting under her skin.

"Emma will figure it out. She'll will find true love's kiss and she'll bring back the happy endings." He spoke with the conviction that all heroes had and it turned her stomach. She sneered viscously at him.

"Spouting the company line? How cliché. Don't bother with the good guy routine. We both know it doesn't suit you." She watched pleased as his resolve wilted slightly, her words striking a nerve. It was nice to know she hasn't lost her touch. "Well, as enlightening as our little chat has been I really must be going."

"No wait." His large hands wrapped around the bars like he meant to pry them loose, "You can't leave me down here."

"Oh Sheriff Graham." Her lips pouted and eyebrows wrinkled in an expression of faux pity. "You see, I would let you out but you're suffering from these delusions about wolves and a magical forest or some nonsense. I fear you're having a mental break down. I can't just let you out. You may be a danger to yourself and others."

"No, Regina." He called out to her as she started her departure back down the hall.

"Good night Huntsman." She raised her hand, waving her fingers teasingly without looking back.

"No! Let me out!" Regina heard the man howling and raving like one of his animals until the elevator shut tight, thankfully cutting off the despairing sounds.