OK, last chapter for now, guys!

Rowan stared at the simple gravestone in front of him. It was roughly cut and even though the letters were engraved to perfection there was not much else to adorn it. It was a gravestone for someone who had not had much money to spend, or any relatives who could spend it either. At least not any that the man buried beneath it had known of at the time of his death.

Graham Humbert

Sheriff of Storybrooke

February 12, 1979

November 18, 2011

"You alright?"

Rowan looked up and saw Chris standing a few meters away on the path winding across the graveyard.

"You think he knew?" he asked and turned back towards the stone. "About me, I mean. Do you think he knew I existed?"

Chris walked up next to him and looked at the gravestone as well.

"Don't know, but I'm probably not the best person to ask about that. I mean, I wasn't here at that time."

Rowan huffed.

"Maybe if Zelena manages to actually travel in time I'll get to find out for myself", he said.

"You do realize that if she does none of us will probably exist?" Chris pointed out. "It's not like we've been her best friends or something like that."

"No, I'd say it was rather the opposite", Rowan agreed with a hint of a smile. "Where are the others?"

"Most of them are at Granny's, I think", Chris answered with a slight shrug and shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. "Catching up with their connections and the like."

"And then there's you and me", Rowan said, "just looking at gravestones instead."

"Well, not all of them are able to meet with their connections here, either", Chris said and started to walk along the path towards Neal Cassidy's grave. "Rumplestiltskin, or Gold, is controlled by Zelena, so Indira can't talk to him. Arianne decided to give Regina some space and ordered Jade to the same with Robin; they have some things to figure out now that they have their memories back. Toby's not even remotely interested in talking to Zelena, of course, considering what she did to him. Rapunzel's country must have been protected from the Curse because she's nowhere around here, so Miranda can't speak with her, and Filipi can't speak with Aurora because she's still a monkey."

"Right", Rowan said with a grimace. "Sounds like there aren't too many of us who can actually talk things through with people."

"Also", Chris said and stopped in front of Neal's gravestone, "Clarissa and Emma haven't got any old friendship to discuss, so I think she can be counted as well."

"Still, only you and I are faced with gravestones", Rowan said and studied the still fresh grave. "So far."

Chris nodded absentmindedly and knelt down in front of the stone. It was not as simple as Graham's, where the words were engraved directly onto the stone. Instead it had a different type of stone encased by the rough, grey gneiss containing an engraved, stylised leaf and the memorial words.

Beloved son

Neal Cassidy

March 23, 2014

"I never noticed that they didn't add a date of birth for him", Rowan remarked.

"Guess it was too hard to figure out when that would be", Chris responded. "I mean, there was no fake life birthday to keep track of. Only his Enchanted Forest one and they didn't have months there."

Now it was Rowan's turn to nod.

"Hey guys."

They both turned and saw Emma, Henry, Mary Margaret, David and Rachel approaching. Rachel was the one who had spoken.

"Hey", Chris said and rose.

"Did you really know my father?" Henry asked. The boy was holding a red rose in his hand, obviously intended for the grave in front of them.

"Yeah", Chris responded with a nod. "He was really cool."

Henry nodded.

"I felt like I had to come here", the boy explained, "since I didn't even know him without my real memories."

Chris nodded again and stepped away. Rowan followed and the two boys walked over to Rachel. The older girl smiled kindly at them.

"You guys alright?" she asked.

"Maybe", Rowan answered with a shrug. "I don't know. Feels weird to visit the grave of a brother you have no memory of but still feel like you know."

"Your brother?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Graham Humbert", Rowan responded and pointed in the direction of the grave he had visited previously. "Ollivander believed that he had not survived the first Curse so I came here. Found his grave at once."

"I'm sorry", Mary Margaret said. "He was a good man."

Rowan nodded and turned his attention back to Henry, who had now stepped up so that he stood right in front of his father's grave. Emma stood somewhat behind him, wearing a jeans jacket and a beanie and keeping her hands shoved into the pockets of her skirt. Henry twisted the rose between his fingers.

"He really was a hero", he eventually said, partially to himself.

"He was, Henry", Emma agreed. "He didn't give a second thought to sacrificing himself for you. For all of us."

Henry let out a small, sad sigh and took the final step up to the grave, placing the rose on top of the gravestone. Then he stepped back, turned and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, looking up at his mother with a small frown.

"Was it hard?" he asked. "Coming back to Storybrooke when... when you knew it would be dangerous?"

Emma did not respond at once and, as the others could only see her from behind, it was impossible to say what her facial expressions were. They were, however, able to see that she momentarily looked down at her feet.

"I mean", Henry said, "life in New York was... pretty good."

Emma huffed.

"It was better than good", she said and looked up again. "But I had this voice stuck in my head that I couldn't shake."

"Whose?"

Emma reached out and placed a hand on her son's shoulder.

"Yours", she responded. Henry smiled.

"I knew how you would have voted on this", Emma continued.

"Yeah", Henry said and nodded, "and you know what this means?"

"What?" Emma asked.

"Operation Cobra is back on."

Rowan turned towards Chris and Rachel, but neither seemed to understand the term. David and Mary Margaret, however, smiled fondly, before Mary Margaret gave a startled scream and clutched at her stomach, eyes wide. David immediately steadied her.

"Mary Margaret!" Emma called, running back towards them. Rowan silently wondered why she still did not call her mum or something like that on a regular basis, but decided that now was probably not the best time to ask.

"Deep breaths", David urged his wife. "Take deep breaths."

"I'll get the truck", Rachel said, causing her brother to toss her the car keys as she started to run along the path.

"Mary Margaret, are you okay?" Chris asked. The dark-haired woman looked up and forced a smile.

"It's the baby", she managed to say. "It's coming."

Aaaand end of chapter (and episode). See you once I've finished some more TDA-chapters!