The Castle of the Queen of the United Worlds. Regina's bedchamber.
Lilac smoke swirled, and Regina and Alex appeared in the room.
— Finally! — The Evil Queen was sitting on the sofa with a glass of cider in her hand. — Where the hell you been? Oh, hello, Alex.
— Hello. Mother,— Alex said.
— It's good to have you here,— Regina said. — Last time I asked you to find a potion to restore memory. Did you do it?
— I found it. All the ingredients can be obtained, except one. A very rare flower, growing on Olympus. The name is strange, something connected with surprise.
— Dignus miraculo? — Regina asked.
— Yes, exactly! You know everything yourself, but you ask me, — the Evil Queen replied.
— Why did you come? — Regina asked. — Did you want to talk about something?
— I wanted to, — the glass from the Evil Queen's hand evaporated along with the smoke. — I wanted to talk to Alex. And it's very good that she's here. Come here, honey.
Alex acted strangely: instead of stepping forward to her mother, she stepped back and went behind Regina.
— Give us a minute, — Regina put her hand behind her back and found Alex's palm, — we are now.
Regina took the young girl into the next room.
— Alex, what with you? — She asked the young girl in bewilderment. — This is your mom, she wants to talk to you.
— And I don't want, — the young girl shrugged, — neither to know, nor to see. Why did she come?
— You can find out from her personally. You've made friends with your father, but you don't want to make friends with your mother. It's kind of not logical, don't you think? — Regina asked.
— He was looking for me! He even came from the Underworld to find me when he found out that I am. And she,— Alex's finger pointed in the direction of the room where her mother was sitting,— got rid of me as soon as she gave birth. Because, no, I don't think.
— Anyway - she's here, don't push her away,— Regina said.
— Okay,— Alex sighed,— but not today. You are welcome. Can I spend the night here?
— Of course you can,— Regina smiled.
She returned to her room, where the Evil Queen was waiting for her.
— Gina, she doesn't want to talk to you yet. Be patient a little. She needs time.
— Cheeky girl! — The Evil Queen's eyes flashed. — I should have just torn out the heart and that's it, she wouldn't have gone anywhere.
— Stop it. Have you forgotten how long it takes to restore trust? Remember Henry - you need to prove that you need her. Hastily will not work,— Regina said.
— How much longer? — Robin got into the room through the window. — I'm tired of standing.
— Robin? — Regina asked. — You were in the hospital.
— Why is everyone telling me about the hospital? — Robin was surprised. — I haven't been to any hospital.
Storybrooke. Mr. Gold's antique shop.
The next morning, magic was happening in the shop. And Belle created it, under the strict guidance of her husband.
— Mixed it? — Mr. Gold asked his wife. — What color did come out?
— It's not clear,— Belle replied. — Either blue, or gray...
— Great. — Mr. Gold handed her another bottle. — Here, pour this, should become gold. Exactly one drop.
— It worked! — Belle exclaimed. — The color is golden!
— Do you do magic? — Regina appeared in the room where the couple Gold's were.
— Yeah,— Belle said, — I'm starting to like it.
— We need a portal - opening potion, — Mr. Gold said. — We have a little more than an hour left. And why are you here?
— You promised to help me with Robin,— Regina put the paper bag on the table. — I need a potion to restore memory. Here, the very flower. Belle, what exactly have you read about him?
— Oh, I don't remember exactly,— Belle carefully poured the potion into a small bottle. — I remember looking for in a book about the return. There was something about the return of memory.
— What did the book look like? — Regina asked.
— Black, with a white stripe,— Belle replied.
— This one? — Regina waved her hand and a second later had the book in her hand.
— Yes, — Belle rejoiced, — that's her.
— Now the main thing is to find the recipe for the potion, — Regina leafed through the book.— Yeah, here's what me need.
Regina found the right page, and Mr. Gold also looked at the book.
— A powerful potion, provided that the flower is exactly the one.
— The same one. Robin was wearing this when he was found, — Regina took out a toga and showed it.
— The same as Zeus... — Belle said in surprise.
— That's what I mean,— Regina nodded. — He was there, on Olympus. And somehow he took a flower with himself.
— Yes, but the power of the potion only works for a day. If he doesn't drink the potion in the next twenty - four hours, the potion is for nothing. You only have one flower,— Mr. Gold said.
— I'm really glad you're so worried about me,— Regina replied sarcastically. — We have a date with him, tonight. I think it won't be difficult for me to give Robin a potion.
The woman turned to leave, but Mr. Gold stopped her.
— Regina, one more request: can you bring Alex to the cemetery in half an hour?
— Of course, Rumpel,— Regina patted his shoulder, — don't worry.
Storybrooke. City cemetery.
Mr. Gold was nervously stamping his foot, standing near the grave. Belle stood next to him and threw him knowing glances.
— Rumpel, she's will come,— Belle said. — Regina promised.
— We have almost no time left, — Rumpel pulled the cuff.
— Dad! — Alex appeared at the grave and hugged him with a run.
— Dad... — Mr. Gold smiled, and tears welled up in his eyes.
— Dad, don't go,— Alex said, tears streaming down her face.
— Well, well, honey, — Mr. Gold hugged his daughter to him and stroked her on the head. — Just imagine that I left.
— Forevermore? — Alex sobbed.
— Forevermore. — Mr. Gold took his daughter's face in his hands and wiped her tears with his fingers. — I asked Regina to help you. Listen to her, she will help you curb your magic.
— Why Regina? — Alex asked. — Ruby also advised me to contact her.
— Because everything she knows - knows is thanks to me. I taught her magic, and she will teach you. Okay?
— Okay,— Alex nodded.
Alex snuggled up to the man again, and he kissed her on the forehead. Belle felt sorry for her husband and his daughter, but there was nothing she could do.
— Time, Rumpel,— she said, and her voice trembled treacherously.
Suddenly, lilac smoke swirled and an Evil Queen appeared near the grave.
— Why did you come? Go away! — Mr. Gold twitched, but Belle tugged at his sleeve.
— I just wanted to be with my daughter, it's not easy for her right now. Don't make a monster out of me,— the Evil Queen said.
— Please leave,— Belle said.
— Go away,— Alex said. — Mother, you're out of place.
— Well, if you ask, okay, — Gina waved her hands and disappeared.
— Alex, don't make my mistakes. And... try to find a common language with your mom. She's still not a stranger to you.
— Fine.
Alex unclasped her arms and looked into Mr. Gold's eyes, he nodded slightly. The young girl walked away, and Belle poured the potion on the tombstone, and it lit up from the inside with a golden light. Mr. Gold took his wife's hand and they stepped into the golden rectangle. Mr. Gold managed to turn around and smile at his daughter before they disappeared, and the tombstone turned gray again, as it was.
The Castle of the Queen of the United Worlds. Regina's bedchamber.
Regina was sorting through the clothes in her closet again. She was possessed by some obsessive desire to find exactly the that dress. Her next attempt failed. She flopped down on the bed.
— It all — said the woman, — I give up.
A sad Alex with tear-stained eyes came into the room and plopped down next to her.
— He's... gone,— the young girl said.
— Alex. I sympathize with you, but tell me better - what are you going to do next.
— What do you mean?— The young girl turned to Regina.
— You found your parents, but do you want to stay here? I'm not kicking you out, no way. However, you can go back to Boston and continue to do normal things, build a career and forget about magic forever. Outside of Storybrooke, in the real world, there is almost no magic.
— I don't know yet,— Alex sighed. — Basically, I have a couple more weeks. Only... Can I live here, in the castle? I don't want to go back to the hotel.
— Of course! — Regina hugged the young girl. — Your room is free. And it will be easier for your mom to find you.
— She came to the cemetery. When the father... before he left.
— She's attracted to you,— Regina explained. — She feels guilty and wants to communicate with you. Just doesn't know where to start.
— Why is this paper bag still here? — Alex changed the subject, and picked it up.
— I'm going to brew a potion,— Regina replied. — There's a flower and a recipe book.
— Recipes? — Alex looked inside. — You mean... potion recipes?!
— Well, yes, — Regina nodded.
— What kind of potion? — Alex asked and took out a book.
— "The return of memory".
— Oh, I get it. It's about your loved one who is in the hospital. What's his name? — Alex started flipping through the book.
— Robin Hood,— Regina said simply.
— No! — The young girl raised her head. — It can't be. He died, I read about it in Henry's book. I almost read it.
— He's die, it's true,— Regina took the young girl's hand. — Turned into dust. And it seems that Zeus was able to somehow bring him back. I don't know how, but he could.
— Wait, Zeus? The Thunderer? Who has a lot of brothers and sisters, and a lot of children?
— He is the one. Has anyone told you about him?
— Books,— the young girl chuckled. — Why is your closet open?
— I was looking for a dress in which I went to his first date.
— So you have a bunch of others. You will have a potion - he will remember anyway, so what's the difference! — Alex shrugged.
— Makes sense,— Regina chuckled. — And which one would you choose?
— Of course red, — Alex smiled, — the color of passion.
Somewhere in the Enchanted Forest.
Robin was walking through the forest and heard a familiar sound — someone was shooting an arrow. He followed the sound and saw a homemade target and an archer. Some guy shot an arrow, but it stubbornly went to the side.
— You're straining your hand too much,— Robin said.
The guy turned around and smiled. It was the same guy Robin had met first in the woods and then seen him in the hospital.
— Hi,— the guy said. — Have you been released from the hospital?
— Yes, I decided to take a walk in the forest. I breathe better here than in the city. What's your name? It's not the first time we've met, and I don't even know your name.
— Roland, — the guy smiled wider, — my name is Roland.
— Why do I have a strange feeling, as if we know each other? — Robin squinted.
— Well, because we know each other. And even more,— Roland came closer. — You're my father.
— What?! — Robin said incredulously. — Is this some kind of joke? And who is your mother then?
— Mom died. A long time ago, when I was a child. Her name was Marian.
— And why don't I know anything about it?! — Robin was indignant.
— You know, you just don't remember,— Roland explained. — You have amnesia.
— What else... — Robin clutched his head.
— Dad, can I have ice cream?
— No, Roland, you might get a toothaches.
— Robin, come on, he's a kid. There will be nothing from one.
Regina sat down next to the boy.
— What kind of ice cream do you want, kid?
— Chocolate ice cream.
— Dad! Are you okay? — Roland asked worriedly.
— Yes. — Robin looked at the guy. — Do you like ice cream?
— Chocolate ice cream, — Roland smiled, — since childhood.
— Tell me about Regina,— Robin said. — I ... we have dating? Before my amnesia?
— Yes, you had an affair, — the guy confirmed.
— Roland, is it working out? Or else me... — a girl with glasses came out to the clearing, — it's time to go back. Hello.
— Hi,— Robin said. — And who are you?
— This is my sister,— Roland replied. — And your daughter.
— Another child? Also mine? — The man was surprised. — What's your name?
— Robin,— the young girl replied.
— Not mine, what's your name? — The man asked, addressing her.
— Robin,— the young girl didn't even smile. — I was named after you.
Storybrooke. Near the city hall.
At five minutes to seven in the evening, Regina stood outside the doors of the city hall and waited for Robin to come. She was wearing the red dress Alex had recommended and a black leather jacket. She was a little nervous, but Robin came to the door at exactly seven. Regina closed her eyes for a second, smiled and opened the door, going outside.
— Robin,— she said,— you're as accurate as a clock on a tower.
When he saw her, he smiled slightly, but it was obvious that something was tormenting him. Regina turned cold inside, she was afraid that he would leave again now. Thus woman took his hand and looked into his eyes.
— Robin, is something wrong? — She asked the man.
— No, no,— Robin assured — Just... Do I have severe amnesia? Today I met two young people and they said they were my children. What should have happened to make me forget my children? Clean!
— This... a complex disease. But I have a cure for your amnesia,— Regina took out a vial and handed it to him. — Have a drink that.
Robin looked at the vial and looked up at Regina. How much hope there was in her eyes. He took the bottle and drank it all in one fell swoop. The man immediately froze, and small pieces of memories began to slip before his eyes. Like stills from a movie.
"Marian, now I'm going to rob the rich and give everything to the poor"..."Marian, I found the wand.".."I have a son, we named him Roland"..."Thank you for saving my son"..."There is a potion, it gives strength.".."I can't be with her when my soul is with another"... "You are very dear to me, but she is my wife.".."She's pregnant.".."Daughter, I won't give it to you"..."No" Acute chest pain. Regina, her eyes full of tears, holds out her hands to him. His soul smiles at her, but his body is already lying on the floor. And all - complete darkness.
The man's eyes suddenly rolled up and he fell like a log.
— Robin! Oh, my God, Robin!— Regina rushed to him and stroked his head. — Robin.
The man didn't answer, Regina started crying and kissed him. A wave of magical power spread out from the two of them. Robin inhaled and opened his eyes.
— Regina? — He sat down and hugged her. — Regina, don't cry. I'm here with you.
— Robin... — She cried harder.
Regina read recognition in his eyes. He recognized her. He remembered everything. And the woman clung to him even more tightly.