Regina's p.o.v

From the rooftop, I notice the town's grieving mothers holding a vigil for their deceased kids and babies. My attention is torn between them and Solomon's tiny dead corpse that I hold in my hands. "Please don't stop ringing the Liberty Bell" I order Henry nicely. "Your request is my command" Henry agrees. Every chime represents a lost life including my sweet Solomon. He didn't deserve to spend his final moments as a doll. I can imagine my dad playing with him in Heaven. Rumple and Avalon catch me having an emotional moment.