Jefferson stood still. Ruby was in shock. Jefferson was totally more crazy than Ruby had thought. Grace looked down. The knife started tearing through her shirt. Then, her bra was next. Then, the police showed up, arresting Jefferson. As soon as they left, Ruby gave Grace a sewing kit to resew her shirt and Grace did exactly that.

3 days later

He was standing there. Graham laying on the ground. Jefferson, victorious. He was smirking. Emma was screaming. Crying. On the ground, crying uncontrollably. Grace felt awful. Her father was killing Graham.  He just had to win, didn't he? Grace thought. Emma would jump off a bridge if there were any in this town. Regina walked over. Graham looked at her. He was dying. She could see his eyes closing, his body getting more pale than ever. Why does he have to win every time? Every battle. Everything must go his way, Grace thought.
"Graham! Please stay with me!" Emma screamed, tears down her face.
"I-I'l-l-l t-try, E-E-m-ma" Graham whispered weakly.
"Good try, Graham." said someone.
Emma turned around. The one person she didn't wanna see, Regina, aka The Evil Queen.
"Regina, what are you doing here?" Emma snapped at her.
"I'm not here to cause harm or worry, my dear." Regina said, sarcastically.
Regina kneeled down and held Graham's hand.  Were those tears coming out of her eyes?, Emma thought.
But it wasn't time to worry about Regina because Emma was holding a dead man in her arms. And that dead man was Graham.