Goldilocks sits at the counter with a mug of cocoa clasped between her hands. She tenses every time the doorbell chimes. Regina sits down next to her, placing a hand on the young woman's shoulder.

"We have him now. He can't hurt you anymore."

"Thank you, Regina," she replies, taking another sip of her drink. It's her favorite thing about this world so far. The coolness inside is nice too. Everything else is a bit strange, though. The food especially. She prods at the plate of French fries Granny gave her.

"Still getting used to the fare?" Regina offers. Goldilocks simply nods. "You could try something else," Regina suggests. "My treat. Could you get her a salad? And maybe a burger to try?" She asks Granny, who nods with a smile. "You'll get used to it soon."

Goldilocks pulls away from the comforting hand Regina places on her shoulder. "Get used to it? But I want to go home," she says indignantly.

Regina frowns. "I don't know if that's possible," she replies.

"If it's not possible, then how did I get here?" Goldilocks questions, nearly shouting now.

"Calm down," Regina says, wishing she wasn't the one who had gotten stuck with this job. "If there is a way to get you home, we'll find it. However, you shouldn't hold onto that hope too tightly. If you must stay, we want you to be comfortable here."

The tension in Goldilocks' shoulders slackens a bit. "Alright," she mumbles. Granny brings out the salad, and she stabs at it reluctantly. It's isn't awful though, once she tries it, and she likes the burger even more. She's doesn't want to stay, but at the same time, she won't starve while she's here. She doesn't tense as much when the doorbell chimes this time. She turns to see Killian standing in the door, a somber look on his face.

"He'll only talk to you, love."

Goldilocks keeps her distance from the bars that separate her from Calcifer. She wants to be helpful, and she desperately wants to know if she can go home, but Calcifer frightens her. He sneers at her through the bars.

"There you are, Little Golden Doll. You're so lovely, obeying so readily," he coos, his words dripping with hostile sweetness.

"I'm not obeying you, Calcifer," she spits back. "I just want to know how you got me here."

"I tricked a very powerful man," Calcifer says with a sneer. "Ever heard of the Mad Hatter?"

"No," she begins, but she is cut off by a gasp that seems to echo through the room. She looks around to see eyes wide.

"Why would Jefferson help you?" Emma questions.

"Like I said," Calcifer says, practically purring with satisfaction, "I tricked him. A villain can easily paint themselves as a hero."

Emma pulls Regina aside, her face contorted into a frown. "Did you know he went back to the Enchanted Forest?"

"No," Regina replies. "And he had insisted over and over again that he was giving up portal hopping. If he's started using his hat again, there must be some reason."

"Great," Emma groans.

"So there's no way to contact him?" Emma says again, desperation in her voice.

"Afraid not, dearie," Rumple replies. "Not unless he comes to us of his own free will."

"And what are the odds of that happening?" Emma groans.

Rumple chuckles. "You should know by now that in fairytales, wishes come true."

Emma lets out a laugh. "That's funny. This isn't the Enchanted Forest though."

Rumple shrugs. "You never know."

Goldilocks was told to stay put. She sits, fidgeting in her seat while Calcifer stares through the glass. She sends glances his way, and the fourth or fifth time she looks over he's not staring at her anymore. His attention has turned to a necklace he's dangling in front of his face. Goldilocks peers at it curiously. Calcifer looks back towards her, seeming extremely pleased to have gotten her attention. She hurriedly looks away. Out of the corner of her eye she watches as he stands, wrapping his hands around the bars, glaring at her.

"Come here," she can hear him shout. "Come here!" he coos.

She presses her hands against her ears, trying to drown out the noise. Everything is quiet for a moment, then a wind begins to whip. She stands hurriedly, glancing around, certain that Calcifer is escaping, but he looks as perplexed as she feels. The wind stirs up a purple haze, and when it clears, a man in a long coat stands by the cell. Goldilocks can only see the back of his brown head as he dons his large hat. Over his shoulder, she can see Calcifer beginning to lose his cool. He tries to back away from the bars, but the man catches him by the front of his shirt before he can. She watches him rip the necklace away from Calcifer, then push him to the ground. As he turns and heads for the door, she knows she should do something, but she can't seem to release her white knuckled grip on the arms of the chair. She flinches as he thrusts the doors open, but he ignores her, storming out the door.

"Come back here, you oaf!" Calcifer yells, but the man is gone.

"Who was that?" she questioned, finally having found her voice.

"That," he replies with a grimace, "was the Mad Hatter."

Jefferson storms into Granny's Diner, the necklace clutched tightly in his fist. "Where's Regina?" he calls, his voice full of tired rage. "Where is she?"

"Jefferson?" Emma says, standing and rushing over to him. "What are you doing here? When did you even leave?"

"That's not important," he replies. "I need to see Regina."

"Over here," Regina says, folding her arms across her chest. "What do you want?"

Jefferson holds out the necklace, a trembling death grip on the chain. "I need you to free my daughter."

"That's it. That's why you helped Calcifer, wasn't it?" Emma questions.

"I had to. But he lied to me. He brought Grace here with him, trapped in here. Please," he mutters, and his desperation is echoed in his eyes.

Regina frowns and holds out a hand. Jefferson gingerly lowers the necklace into her palm. "I'll see what I can do. You took this from Calcifer?" Jefferson nods. "Is Goldilocks still watching his cell?"

"I don't know. I wasn't paying much attention," He replies.

"Mrs. Swan, why don't you go check on Calcifer and Goldilocks. I'll see what I can do about Jefferson's daughter," Regina suggests.

Emma nods and leaves with a chime of the door. Regina sits back in her booth with Jefferson in the other, studying the little vial hanging from a simple chain. The vial is cradled by simple metal filigree, and it glows with a faint light. "Now, what do we have here," Regina mumbles to herself.

A/N: Thank you all so much for sticking with me! I would love to know what you think!