They are all in this together, and sharing what they learned makes everyone feel better. Especially since most of it is true. After breakfast, Snow goes back into the kitchen to clean up while Emma and David start cleaning up the mess of plates and silverware. After they finished their chores, Regina excuses herself and Henry to get dressed. She heads directly to the master bedroom where she strips and climbs in bed with her husband. “You want to try again, don’t you love?”“Yes. We are almost out of time here, so let’s take advantage of what’s left and continue.”She reaches for his clothes and begins removing them from his body. When she finally removes his undershirt, he grabs her by her waist and pulls her close to him. They lie side by side and stare at each other lovingly for several minutes. They kiss each other gently then turn onto their sides. As soon as he feels her soft skin against his, he closes his eyes and thinks back to his last day at Camp Swan-Jones in Maine with
“Mister Gold?” she says confused.His face remains neutral until she adds: “I didn’t expect to see you here.”“Neither did I.” He replies in the same monotone: “Are you going downstairs? Or shall I join you?”Regina considers it a little bit, before answering: “You may join me if you like, I suppose.” She steps away from the door and moves to make space between them in the center of the room. He sits down next to her without saying another word. After a few seconds, Regina continues:“Henry tells me that you were trying to protect him, and he wanted to help. But it seemed like you tried to scare him with these dreams and stories…”Gold scoffs: “I told you I’m not doing any of that. The only thing I am doing is trying to teach your son.”Regina furrows her brows: “So, you weren’t trying to scare him in any way? To frighten him?”“Of course not. I was merely making sure that he wouldn’t try running away again. He was supposed to be safe with you, but apparently, it wasn’t safe for him e
I’m fine.”“Did you eat anything during the last couple of days?” She demands in order to avoid asking him anything else.“I ate a salad yesterday afternoon and a cup of coffee this morning. I’m fine.” He repeats stubbornly.She stares at him intensely and suddenly realizes what is going on: “You don’t sleep!” She yells: “Oh my God! Is that why you look like crap? Because you haven’t slept at all?! And you never drink or eat? How could you!? I thought you cared about him. I thought that you love him. But you don’t care about me at all, do you? I mean I get that it was hard for you losing our daughter, but that was not your fault. None of it was! Do you understand me?” she asks him angrily, staring directly at his eyes as if trying to communicate through sheer willpower how angry and sad she is right now.He avoids eye contact: “No… But I can assure you, that isn't true...”“I don't want to hear anymore of that shit right now.” She snaps, standing up, grabbing her coat from the armrest
She continues: “Now I’ve gone to see his psychiatrist and talked with his psychiatrist as well. They are both adamant that it’s nothing to worry about. They don’t think he is suffering from some form of schizophrenia, nor any kind of mental illness related to what happened to Emma; in fact, they are certain it has to do with something far more traumatic. However, neither psychiatrist nor I can explain precisely what happened. The doctors have said they cannot tell us more than they have already explained, but we believe that something terrible occurred while he was asleep. Whatever it was, it left him incapacitated for the rest of the night. When he woke up, he seemed completely lucid and able to reason. They also stated that his body temperature was high, indicating that it hadn’t been that late during the day yet. If only he would remember something, he could explain everything. Unfortunately, nothing significant has happened. We simply don’t understand what happened. And I think th
she wonders curiously. He shrugs his shoulders, unable to hide an embarrassed grin on his face. He starts fiddling with his fingers. Then, he suddenly turns his attention back to her as if he had remembered something important.“Why do you hate me? Why do you always act so strange everytime we meet? What do you mean you don't have an explanation for me? Why did you leave me alone? Did you just leave me behind because you found someone else? Am I too annoying or too troublesome to live with? Is it true? Does everyone know? Have you seen them? What does it mean? Tell me!" His eyes begin filling with tears. "Tell me why. Why are you so nice to everybody else and so mean to me. Tell me what happened to you."When she tries to approach him, he holds her at arm's length."Please stop. Stop trying to comfort me. I am a mess." His voice wavers. "Everything hurts. So many thoughts and memories are swimming through my brain and I don’t understand anything anymore." He then falls silent for a m
everything that he has told her, everything he has shown her, all the emotions he seems to be feeling, it is impossible to let him sleep alone in the dark and silent room. She forces herself to get up, crosses the room, and opens the closet in the corner of the room. Inside the closet lays a few hoodies and various articles of clothing that are all dirty. She finds a plain white shirt and a pair of sweatpants on the rack, and she quickly changes her clothes, leaving them in the closet before she gets back under the covers. She lies still on her side facing the door, her back facing him. She keeps her body still and tries not to breathe for fear that she will disturb the silence between them, which she knows she will not be able to do.She waits for about fifteen minutes until she hears him shuffling about behind the curtain that divides their rooms. For some reason she thinks he’s gotten undressed. Her heart pounds against her chest as she hears rustling noises, and for the longest of
wearing the same tattered sweatshirt as earlier. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.He slowly walks over to her, and she keeps her gaze focused on her hands folded together on her lap; trying her best not to let him know how worried she is for him. She hears him sit next to her on the bed. "Are you okay?” He asked in a soft voice.She finally lifts her gaze from her hands to meet his eyes. She takes in his appearance for a few moments and then she says. "Yes. I'm fine."He frowns. "But you're not. Why won't you tell me what happened? I already said you could leave whenever you wanted and that we were friends and nothing more," he tells her with pleading, sad blue eyes.She swallows nervously before looking back down. "I am really sorry… It's none of my business." She tells him sincerely. "I should probably go back to the living room now." She adds as an afterthought, standing up to take a step back.She feels his hand gently touch her shoulder. She slowly tur
The first rays of sunlight illuminate the whole room through the blinds covering the windows. She blinks several times as she yawns loudly. She rubs the sleepiness off her eyes and stretches slightly. She hears a slight groan next to her and looks over at him to find him staring at her through a heavy eyelid. Slowly he starts waking up more. His eyebrows furrow and his lips purse together slightly as his eyes focus on Regina. He blinks several times and then turns his gaze away from her. She watches his face carefully, waiting for him to show any signs of discomfort. To her surprise, however, he remains very calm.He pushes himself up and sits cross legged on the edge of the bed while stretching once more before finally lifting his gaze to meet hers.“Good morning.” He greets her softly, smiling.“Good morning.” She answers, also smiling, returning the gesture. She watches him carefully, noticing that despite his words he seems somewhat uncomfortable. She wonders why and
Regina notices that it's just ahead of them so she sits back comfortably in her seat and watches the cars rushing past them. They make their way through the intersection smoothly and continue to drive through the middle of town for a few more minutes. After passing by several buildings that looked rather fancy, they eventually arrive at their destination. Regina watches Daniel's reaction carefully as they approach the entrance to the hotel. He stares out of the window silently, looking uninterested.“Here it is…” he speaks suddenly.She turns toward him and smiles. “This is our hotel? This is your favorite hotel?”“Yup...this is my favorite hotel. Come on...let's go check us in.” He says, taking her hand and leading her through the glass double doors to the lobby of the hotel.As they enter the lobby, she notices that there’s very little activity. There’s a couple of men who seem to be talking on the telephone in a corner and there's a woman who seems to be arguing w
He leads her across the yard to one of the garage doors. “Come on. Let’s find your car.” He mutters. “I need to take you somewhere important.”“Okay… where?” She asks curiously, following after him as they walk toward her truck.His grip on her arms tightens momentarily, and she wonders what he must be thinking about. They make their way over to her black, shiny SUV and he helps her climb into the passenger seat. He walks around to the driver' s side and slams the door shut before turning to stare at her for a second before starting the car and driving out of the driveway.The streets are filled with traffic, which isn't unusual at this hour. It’s late afternoon and most people have stopped working to spend some time outdoors in the cold rain. She watches as the trees fly by through the windshield and she realizes that this must be how Daniel felt whenever he drove through these roads. That was the reason why he didn't speak much about himself. But maybe he never truly wanted to talk
Sam frowns but drops the subject anyway and walks towards the car.As they prepare to depart, Jack pauses, taking one last glance around his home. Then noticed his wife standing at the other side of the room. She smiles sweetly, "You are trying your best” She walks over to embrace her husband. Jack hesitates momentarily before reciprocating the hug. “The kids don't see that ” Jack whispers. Sophia squeezes her husband tighter, "Your children love you, you're doing great, and you make a wonderful father. They need a strong person that will take care of them, and you just happen to be that person”"Thank you," Jack breathes out gratefully when suddenly the car horn blares, startling the couple."Can we move?!” Emily yelled out the window impatiently, clearly annoyed. Jack and Sophia nod in unison.Samuel is the last to leave the house, walking down a flight of stairs with the pipe tightly gripped in his hands.As soon as they were all loaded into the car, Jack sits behind the steer
Nothing. So she slowly steps outside and closes the door behind her, stepping under the protective shelter of the staircase. The rain continues to pour on, even heavier than before.Suddenly she hears loud, thunderous footsteps coming from her right. She looks over and catches sight of Daniel running out into the street. The rain suddenly stops and the air grows quite humid. Regina takes a couple of deep, calming breathes and tries to control her breathing as well. After a minute she hears the sound of tires rolling on wet concrete. She turns her head to look in the direction where she heard it and she freezes in place as she realizes what’s happening.A car is speeding down the road, heading straight for Daniel. She watches as it speeds up and approaches him. She can hear the engine revving loudly as it gets closer and closer to him. She can see the driver’s side window roll down and she can see the man’s face clearly. He’s smirking evilly as he drives by Daniel, who is standing froz
Regina sits up, placing her elbows on her thighs as she stares at the window across the room. She's afraid of facing what she did last night, but at the same time she has no desire to leave him alone either. He's never been so open with her before and she doesn't understand why he' s doing it now. Maybe he's scared that she'll think less of him after she found out about everything he went through. It doesn't seem like that's what he is worried about though, because he never told her about it. Even after all these weeks together he barely opened up to her. She knows that he has feelings for her, but she still feels like he doesn’t trust her enough.After a moment she gets up from the bed and starts walking toward the bathroom. As soon as the door closes behind her, Regina leans onto the counter. After spending hours and hours just staring at those damn walls yesterday, she's really starting to grow frustrated at herself. How could she let those bastards win? What did she expect? She sh
his gaze to meet hers.“Good morning.” He greets her softly, smiling.“Good morning.” She answers, also smiling, returning the gesture. She watches him carefully, noticing that despite his words he seems somewhat uncomfortable. She wonders why and how many nights he spent tossing and turning last night due to his dream. “You didn’t have any bad dreams this night?”He shakes his head and looks away. “I’m glad you stayed.”“Me too.” She agrees.They both remain quiet for a few minutes, neither wanting to talk about the events of the previous evening. But eventually they must break the silence, because he speaks up."So… You came back here? I thought…”"No, I didn’t stay here. I left immediately after you fell asleep."He smiles at her. "Good morning." He repeats, making her laugh."Good morning." She replies."What would you like for breakfast?" He asks.She looks at him questioningly. "Um, what exactly is your definition of 'breakfast?'” Sh
“Sorry girls, I just need to be alone for now" she replies in a broken state while looking at the none resistant eyes of the little girls. She was trying not to cry but was failing miserably by the end. She walks through the halls aimlessly, her head low and her mind in turmoil. She needed time to sort out what the hell had happened but she knew that wasn’t an option here. It would just mean more time away from these children’s concerned eyes. She stops at one of the windows to look outside; the moonlight was falling heavily as usual in this part of town. There was nothing special about this particular window though, it looked exactly like all other ones around her. However, she noticed something different this time around. The trees were swaying back and forth slightly; almost like there was some kind of wind coming from behind them. It was odd enough for her to have stopped to look. “Everything we dreamt and built together is all crumbling," she says while holding her locket
The first rays of sunlight illuminate the whole room through the blinds covering the windows. She blinks several times as she yawns loudly. She rubs the sleepiness off her eyes and stretches slightly. She hears a slight groan next to her and looks over at him to find him staring at her through a heavy eyelid. Slowly he starts waking up more. His eyebrows furrow and his lips purse together slightly as his eyes focus on Regina. He blinks several times and then turns his gaze away from her. She watches his face carefully, waiting for him to show any signs of discomfort. To her surprise, however, he remains very calm.He pushes himself up and sits cross legged on the edge of the bed while stretching once more before finally lifting his gaze to meet hers.“Good morning.” He greets her softly, smiling.“Good morning.” She answers, also smiling, returning the gesture. She watches him carefully, noticing that despite his words he seems somewhat uncomfortable. She wonders why and
wearing the same tattered sweatshirt as earlier. He looks like he hasn't slept in days.He slowly walks over to her, and she keeps her gaze focused on her hands folded together on her lap; trying her best not to let him know how worried she is for him. She hears him sit next to her on the bed. "Are you okay?” He asked in a soft voice.She finally lifts her gaze from her hands to meet his eyes. She takes in his appearance for a few moments and then she says. "Yes. I'm fine."He frowns. "But you're not. Why won't you tell me what happened? I already said you could leave whenever you wanted and that we were friends and nothing more," he tells her with pleading, sad blue eyes.She swallows nervously before looking back down. "I am really sorry… It's none of my business." She tells him sincerely. "I should probably go back to the living room now." She adds as an afterthought, standing up to take a step back.She feels his hand gently touch her shoulder. She slowly tur