It was definitely a very busy night in Storybrooke. After they all realized it wasn't over yet, and there was something evil coming to Storybrooke, every one of the heroes wanted to do something, but neither one of them knew what to do. This countdown was really driving them crazy.
Rumple, Regina and Emma went inside the clock tower, but they didn't find much, other then the fact it was practically filled with Dark Magic.
"What is this?"
"What is what?" Emma and Rumple quickly got near Regina and realized what she meant. There was a very thin space that divided the clock in half, from top to bottom.
"It appears someone turned the clock into some kind of door" Rumple said looking curiously at it.
Emma on the other hand was far from curious: she was getting more and more worried. She really thought all of this was over. No more craziness, no more villains to fight, just a happy and calm life. "Will something come in or out of it?"
"I don't know Emma, but for the looks of it, I think something will come out. Unless of course it starts sucking people in." Regina was really frustrated about all of that too. She should just be home, enjoying her glass of wine and waiting for her sister to fully move in. It didn't sound like the best idea at the time, but now she prefers living with her sister forever than having to face another bad guy.
"Can we find out what is going to happen when the clock strikes 8:15? Who or what is going to get out?" Emma asked embracing the hope there was something they could to prevent whatever it was starting from happening.
"I'm afraid I don't have the answer to that Miss Swan." Gold answered. "I can only say that Henry was right, because with the amount of Dark Magic in here, we will definitely not see a unicorn come out of this place at 8:15."
Emma sighed. 'Well, of course it won't' she thought to herself 'when something happens in this town, it usually isn't good'.
Meanwhile, under the clock tower, Hook, Belle, Snow, David and Zelena were at the library desperately trying to find something interesting and weird on the clock tower, but they were really getting nowhere. Zelena kept on throwing books around. She really felt like she should be inside the clock, with the Magic Squad, but, without her magic, she really couldn't help them. She still hadn't adjusted to life without it. Sometimes she still raised her hand, ready to poof away, only to realize if she wants to go anywhere she has to walk.
But Zelena was far from the only frustrated person in that room. Everyone felt helpless and useless because they had no idea what to do. They sometimes did research books, but they used to be pretty much all the time out there on the field fighting the bad guys. But then everything was different because even though there was clearly something coming, there was no one to defeat. Not yet anyway.
Even Belle, who used to think people can find most of the answers they want in a book was feeling frustrated. The entire library was silent, because no one knew what to say. It could only be heard the sound of pages being turned and books being thrown in despair.
Finally, while everyone else was trying their best to find out what was to come, Henry and Violet were assigned with Babysitting. They were at Granny's' taking care of Neal, Robin and Gideon. Henry really hated he was sidelined again. He was tired of just hanging out with the heroes in the celebration times, he really wanted to also be there when things were tough and it seemed all hope was lost. But his family never let him do that because "it is too dangerous". Of course he knows it is dangerous, that is why he always wants to go. But they all still treat him like the kid he used to be, and while that happens, he can't do anything other than making funny faces to entertain babies. They could all preach that taking care of the youngest generations is a very important job, but he knew the truth: they just want him out of the way.
Even though everyone tried their best, when the clock marked 8:18, the heroes still had no idea what was going to happen in their town. At 8:16 they all joined a big group of people on main street, and did the only thing they could do: wait. With a loud noise, the minute hand moved back to 8:15 and the clock started opening like two ballroom doors. Out of them came a lot of smoke, and a figure. No one could see him clearly, until he stepped forward, floating in the air, with the doors closing behind him, and the clock staring to work normally again.
"Hello Storybrooke". He said simply as he smiled at all of them, a smile that was of joy, but also something else, something very twisted. He looked at everyone standing below him and stopped when his eyes met the heroes. Then, his smile grew.