Regina and Mr. Gold play dirty politics and take opposite sides when Emma runs for sheriff against Sidney Glass.

***

Harry adjusted the bouquet of lilies on Graham's gravestone, then he stood and backed up to stand with Emma. "I miss him," he said quietly.

"I know, kid," Emma squeezed his shoulder and kissed the top of his head. "I miss him, too."

"Did you love him?"

Emma's mouth opened as she thought about how to answer the question, then she carefully considered her words. "I think . . . that eventually I could have," she finally decided. "I certainly developed feelings for him, Harry, I won't lie about that."

Harry nodded thoughtfully as he snuggled into her side. "I want you to be happy, Mum," he told her. "Like the Malfoys and the Grangers are. You deserve someone."

"Well, since my parents are proof true love exists," Emma smiled, "maybe mine is out there somewhere."

"You'll find whoever it is," Harry said decisively. "You deserve one."

Emma buried her nose in Harry's hair to avoid him seeing her tears. "Thank God for you, kid," she whispered.

Grass crunching behind them made them turn, and David smiled sadly as he approached them. "Sorry if I'm intruding."

"You're not," Emma shook her head, holding out her free hand to him. David took it and squeezed lightly. "What's going on?"

"Sheriff's station got a call," he explained. "Mr. Gold asked for you to come by his shop."

Emma sighed heavily and nodded. "I'll head over. Can you . . . ?"

"I'll take Harry back to Granny's," David finished for her with a smile. "Or maybe we'll try and find Henry."

Harry flinched at the mention of his brother, and Emma ran her fingers through his hair comfortingly. "You can tell him what you'd like to do, OK?" she told him. "I'll see you when I'm done with my shift."

"OK," Harry nodded.

He moved to join David, and the prince's arm settled around his shoulders. "Be careful around Gold, alright?" he warned.

Emma paused as she turned away from Graham's grave. "I realized I haven't asked much about the other townspeople," she said. "Who is he?"

David grimaced. "Rumplestiltskin."

Harry wrinkled his nose. "Isn't he the imp who made all those deals?"

David snorted. "Deals are his business. Come to think of it, I don't know many people who haven't made a deal with him . . . even though everyone is warned not to."

"Well, maybe he's calling mine in," Emma brushed off her hands. "I'll see you later."

***

"Gold?" Emma called as she stepped into the pawnshop, looking around the empty front. "In here?" She thought she heard a mutter from the back, so she crossed the room and ducked through the curtains that separated the back from the front. Mr. Gold was brushing something onto a piece of fabric, and Emma recoiled when she caught a whiff of it. "Ugh!" she held a hand over her nose. "Oh, God, that's the worst smelling lanolin ever."

Mr. Gold looked at her in surprise. "You're familiar with it?"

"Learned about it from Newt," Emma coughed, her eyes watering at the smell. "Used for waterproofing. I prefer the smell of a batch of Queenie's pastries burning to the smell of sheep's pelt."

She shuddered to emphasize her point, and Mr. Gold chuckled as he stood from his work. "My apologies, Ms. Swan."

"Right," Emma cleared her throat. "If there was a reason why you called the sheriff's department, if you wanna talk about that quickly, or . . . outside?"

"Yes," Mr. Gold nodded and walked to stand in front of her. "I just wanted to express my condolences, really. The sheriff was a good man." Emma swallowed hard and nodded, and Mr. Gold tilted his head. "You're still wearing the deputy's badge," he noted. "Well, he's been gone for a week now. I believe after two weeks of acting as sheriff, the job becomes yours. You'll have to wear the real badge."

"Yeah," Emma bit her lip. "I guess . . . I'm just not in a hurry. So, um . . . " She stepped away from Mr. Gold with a polite smile. "Thank you for the kind words."

She walked back to the front of the shop, and Mr. Gold followed her. "I have his things," the pawnbroker told her.

Emma blinked. "What?"

"The sheriff," Mr. Gold gestured to a box on one of the counters. "He rented an apartment that I own. Another reason for my call, really. I wanted to offer you a keepsake."

Emma frowned. "I don't need anything."

"As you wish," Mr. Gold nodded, brushing a few specks of dust off the box. "I'll give them to Mayor Mills. Seems like she was the closest thing he had to family."

Emma scoffed, her attention now caught as she walked over to Mr. Gold. "Not sure about that."

"No love lost there, I see," Mr. Gold remarked with a smirk. "Look, I feel that all of this stuff is heading directly for the trash bin. You really should take something. Look." He held up a familiar leather jacket that made Emma's heart jump. "His jacket?"

Emma shook her head. "No," she whispered.

Mr. Gold hummed as he perused the box further. "Look." He pulled out a radio set with a smile. "Your boys might like these, don't you think? You could play together."

Emma closed her eyes. "I don't - "

"No, please," Mr. Gold insisted, setting the radios on the counter. "They grow up so fast."

Emma considered the radios, then she nodded and took them. "Thanks."

"You enjoy these with your boys," Mr. Gold nodded. "Your time together is precious, you know." Emma raised an eyebrow at him in surprise, and Mr. Gold smiled sadly. "That's the thing about children . . . before you know it, you lose them."

***

"He doesn't seem to be in a talking mood," Queenie warned Emma as the pair watched Henry in his castle. "I thought the nifflers might cheer him up. His smiles are barely there."

"I'll see if I can change that," Emma promised. Queenie patted her shoulder encouragingly, and Emma crossed to the castle and hopped onto the platform with ease. Teenie squeaked at her appearance and immediately leapt to cling to her wrist, and Emma snorted and cradled the niffler in the cradle of her arm. "Easy, you troublemaker. That watch is for me, not you." Ted's beady eyes peeked up at Emma from where he had curled around Henry's neck, and Emma sat on the edge of the platform next to Henry. "Brought you something," she told her son, handing him one of the radios. "Thought Harry and I could have one, and you can have the other. We could use them together for Operation Cobra."

Henry stared down at the radio he now held, then he muttered "Thanks" without looking at her.

Emma frowned in concern. "Oh, come on," she gently nudged his arm. This was not the Henry she had come to know in Storybrooke. "What's up? You've been ducking us for a week."

Henry bit his lip. "I think we should stop Cobra stuff for a while," he finally told her, making Emma's eyes widen. "You don't play with a curse. Look what happened to Graham."

"Oh, Henry," Emma sighed. "What happened to Graham isn't going to happen to you, or me, or the rest of our family."

"She killed him because he was good!" Henry argued. "And you're good!"

"She also doesn't have our hearts," Emma pointed out. Henry flinched at her words, and dread filled Emma's heart. That hadn't been the right thing to say at all. "You're worried about us."

"Good loses," Henry said miserably. "Good always loses, because good has to play fair. Evil doesn't. She's evil." He looked down at the radio in his hands and returned it to Emma. "This is probably best," he said, carefully taking Ted from his shoulder and placing him on Emma's knee. "I don't wanna upset her anymore."

He hopped down from the castle, hurrying past Queenie before she could stop him. Ted let out a small sound, looking up at Emma sadly. "I know," Emma scratched the niffler's head, watching his tail thump against her leg. "That didn't go how I wanted it to go, either."

***

Newt watched Emma walk into the sheriff's station, the two radios in her hands. "What did Rumplestiltskin want?" he asked. Emma looked up sharply, and Newt waved away the concern he saw. "Queenie let me know. Your father worried."

"Well, considering what I remember reading of Rumplestiltskin in the book," Emma sighed, setting the radios down on her desk. "He just offered to let me take any of Graham's belongings if I wanted."

Newt looked appraisingly at the radios. "Nice set."

"Thanks," Emma said absently as she ran her fingers along the sheriff's badge. "He said they would be good for the boys."

Newt looked between her and the badge. "Do I have to call you Sheriff now?" he asked cheekily.

It got Emma to smile as she lifted the badge to examine it closer. "One week to go," she told him.

"Not so fast, Ms. Swan." Emma turned to see Regina enter the station, and the mayor pointed at the badge she held. "That's not for you."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

"The mayor can appoint someone to the position of sheriff within the two week timeframe," Regina explained as she walked up to her. "Which I'm doing today."

Emma folded her arms. "So who's it gonna be?"

"After due reflection," Regina smirked, "Sidney Glass."

Newt stared at Regina in disbelief. "A reporter? How is a reporter better than someone who has actually served in the department?"

"Well, he's covered the sheriff's office for as long as anyone can remember," Regina shrugged as if it explained itself.

"And he'll do whatever you want him to," Emma said flatly, her eyes narrowing. "You just cannot stand that things have been getting better around here, can you?"

"Better?" Regina repeated, her eyes narrowing to slits. "Are you referring to Graham's death as 'better?'"

Emma seethed, her hand clenching into a fist. "No."

"He was a good man, Ms. Swan!" Regina snapped angrily. "He made this town safe! And forgive me for saying this, but you have not earned the right of wearing his badge."

"Graham picked Emma to be the deputy," Newt reminded her, rising from his seat. "Is that not enough?"

Regina's jaw clenched. "He was wrong."

"No, he knew what he was doing," Emma shook her head. "He freed this office from your leash. You're not getting it back."

"Actually, I just did," Regina smiled smugly, plucking the sheriff's badge from Emma's hand. "Ms. Swan, you're fired."

***

"Thank you for saying I could bring him here," David said quietly to Mary Margaret as they watched Harry read a book on the couch. "I know you and I are still figuring out how to be . . . you and I - "

"He's Emma's son, David," Mary Margaret laid a hand on his arm with a small smile. "He's welcome here any time. I know he spends most of his time at the inn or the diner. It's probably a good idea for him to spend a little time elsewhere. I'm happy to have him whenever he needs to go somewhere."

David couldn't help the dopey smile on his face as he looked at Sn - no, this was still Mary Margaret. This wasn't Snow White . . . but one day, she would be. And he could still see so much of his beautiful princess in Mary Margaret, it wasn't hard to fall in love with her, too. "God, you're amazing."

Mary Margaret blushed prettily and halfheartedly smacked his shoulder. "Shut up!"

David's laughter was interrupted by a knock at the door, and Mary Margaret took her chance to run and open it. She did a double take when she saw the trio standing on the other side. "Bad day?" she guessed.

"I've had better ones," Emma said shortly. "Can we come in?"

"Of course!" Mary Margaret hastily opened the door wide, beckoning for them to enter. "Please!"

Harry's face brightened when Emma entered the loft, and he set down his book and raced to hug her. "You're back!"

"Hey, kid," Emma smiled, accepting his hug. "Oh, I needed that after today."

"What happened?" David frowned as he walked around the counter. "Did Mr. Gold do something?"

"Nope," Newt shook his head as he leaned against the staircase railing. "Regina fired Emma."

"She what?" Mary Margaret's jaw dropped.

"Why?" Harry looked up at Emma in shock.

"So she can put one of her own puppets in as sheriff," Emma scowled. "That's my job."

Mary Margaret looked through her cabinets and finally pulled out a bottle of scotch, holding it up in question. Queenie nodded in agreement, and Mary Margaret took down several glasses. "Never heard you so passionate about it before," she told Emma. "What happened?"

Emma sighed and flopped down on the couch, Harry immediately joining her. "I don't know. I just know I want it back."

"Well, I know it was your help that got me back to the hospital," David shrugged, taking the glasses as Mary Margaret poured. "If you ask me, that position should be yours."

"And there's the added bonus of beating Regina," Newt added with an innocent grin.

Queenie frowned at Newt as Harry giggled. "It's very rare I see you this worked up over something that isn't one of your creatures."

"She's feuding with our sister!" Newt defended himself. "What am I supposed to be, a bloody robot?"

Harry giggled. "That's Professor Snape at Hogwarts."

"No, he's the dungeon bat, according to your uncle," Emma smirked.

Queenie laughed into her drink. "Oh, poor Severus."

"Dungeon bat?" Mary Margaret asked David in confusion.

David shrugged, hiding his grin behind his own glass. "Harry does attend a boarding school abroad."

Another knock on the door ended any conversations, and Mary Margaret looked around. "I didn't realize I was about to have a party here."

"We didn't see anyone follow us," Emma frowned, sitting upright.

Newt gestured to the door, and Mary Margaret hesitantly nodded. Newt opened the door, and he blinked in surprise. "Mr. Gold?"

"Ah, Mr. Scamander," Mr. Gold gave him a pleasant smile. "My apologies. Is Ms. Swan with you?"

"So much for not being followed," Emma muttered, and she rose from the couch to join Newt. "How did you know we were here?"

"Your boy was in the company of Mr. Nolan at the diner," Mr. Gold answered. "Since Ms. Lucas said you weren't at the inn, I took a gamble on where you might be. Sorry for the intrusion, but there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

Emma looked back at Mary Margaret, and the teacher nodded. "I wanted to talk with Queenie about her desserts, anyway."

"Oh, I'd be glad to," Queenie smiled brightly and held out her hand. "Come along, Harry. You've always had the best design ideas."

Harry eyed Mr. Gold warily before he followed Queenie and Mary Margaret to the next room. David looked at Emma hesitantly, and Emma inclined her head in Harry's direction. David finally followed the others, and Newt held open the door. "I hope you don't mind if I stay with Emma."

"Oh, not at all, Mr. Scamander," Mr. Gold shook his head as he hobbled into the loft, one hand on his cane, the other holding a thick binder under his arm. "I'm well aware you and Ms. Swan are a package deal. Partners, if I may."

"Newt and Queenie have had my back since the day they met me and Harry," Emma told Mr. Gold. "I couldn't have raised Harry without them."

"You did just fine the first three months," Newt pointed out.

Emma snorted. "Then that bastard that gives peacocks a bad name showed up."

Mr. Gold blinked. "I beg your pardon."

"Someone you don't need to worry about," Emma shook her head with a sigh. "What can I do for you, Mr. Gold?"

Mr. Gold clicked his tongue. "I heard about what happened. Such an injustice."

Emma shrugged. "Yeah, well . . . what's done is done."

Mr. Gold eyed her critically. "Spoken like a true fighter."

"I don't know what chance I have," Emma shrugged. "I mean, in Britain, it'd be a whole different story, but we're not there. We're here in Storybrooke, where she's the mayor and I am . . . well . . . me."

Newt snorted. "That's not the woman who waltzed out of the Malfoys' manor after every session like she was on Cloud Nine."

"Like I said, Newt," Emma frowned. "None of that means anything here."

"Unfortunately, as I did not understand much of that at all, I think that may be true," Mr. Gold admitted. "But here's the thing, Ms. Swan . . . two people with a common goal can accomplish many things. Two people with a common enemy can accomplish even more. How would you like a benefactor?"

"A benefactor?" Emma repeated in surprise.

Mr. Gold gestured to the table. "Do you mind?" Emma shook her head, and the pair sat down, Newt standing behind Emma. "You know, it really is quite shocking how few people study the town charter."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "The town charter?" she repeated.

Mr. Gold nodded as he flipped open the massive binder he carried. "It's quite comprehensive. And the mayor's authority?" He smirked at Emma. "Well, maybe she's not quite as powerful as she seems."

It was such a Slytherin look that Emma didn't know whether to feel relieved by his help or suspicious of it. This was, after all, Rumplestiltskin, who always seemed to have ulterior motives. But if it meant she had a shot at Regina . . .

Well, she'd take whatever help she could get.

***

"Everyone deserves to feel safe in their own homes," Regina told the assembled reporters with a smile, Sidney standing behind her. "That's why Sidney Glass is my choice for post of sheriff. This man has put the needs of Storybrooke above his own for as long as any of us can remember as chief editor of The Storybrooke Daily Mirror. Please welcome your new sheriff!"

Sidney smiled as she started to fasten the badge onto his shirt, but his smile faded when the sound of heels clicking entered Regina's office. "Hang on a second!" Emma barked.

Regina spun around, her eyes narrowed, and she faltered when she saw Emma standing in the doorway. The blonde exuded confidence as she stepped past the reporters, the heels of her boots audible with every hit on the tile floor. Emma had arrived decked in a blouse of royal purple silk, her black trousers and blazer shimmering with silver thread woven throughout. If the light caught just right, Regina swore she could see the most peculiar symbol stitched just above Emma's heart: a triangle with a circle inside it bisected by a line. Even the blonde's hair was tightly bound into cords, rippling down her back like a waterfall.

Her blood burned with envy at how composed and collected the blonde looked after their confrontation the previous day. "Oh, Ms. Swan, this is not appropriate," Regina scowled.

"The only thing not appropriate is this ceremony," Emma countered, coming to a halt in front of Regina and blocking her from the cameras. "She does not have the power to appoint him."

Regina glared at her. "The town charter clearly states the Mayor shall appoint - "

"A candidate," Emma interrupted. "You can appoint a candidate. It calls for an election."

Regina pursed her lips. "The term 'candidate' is applied loosely."

Emma snorted, and Regina blinked at her gall. "No, it's not," the blonde shook her head. "It requires a vote. And guess what, Madam Mayor? I'm running."

"Fine," Regina scowled. "So is Sidney."

"I am?" the journalist asked in surprise. Regina scowled at him, and Sidney cleared his throat and straightened. "I am."

"With my full support," Regina nodded, giving Emma a smug smile. "I guess we'll learn a little something about the will of the people."

She didn't expect for Emma to meet her smugness with confidence that screamed royalty. "I guess we will," Emma smiled.

She turned sharply on her heel, and the reporters scattered to let her pass. It was then that Regina realized Queenie Goldstein lingered in the doorway, the baker's wardrobe of pink and white a polar opposite to Emma's purple and black. Queenie gave Regina a saccharine smile and wave, and she followed Emma with a bounce in her step that could put some children to shame.

***

Emma smirked as she followed Regina into Gold's store, using Harry's invisibility cloak. She subtly moved across the store, standing by Gold's office space, but she watched Regina switch the door sign from "Open" to "Closed." "Hello, Regina," the pawnbroker said, flicking out the flame from his lighter when Regina stormed up to him, and he smirked at her. "Shall I remove some things? Make a bit of space for your rage?"

Regina huffed angrily, crossing her arms. "You found that loophole in the town charter."

Emma watched Mr. Gold walk over to a cabinet containing a steel dagger with an intricate design along the blade, and he opened the cabinet, picked up the blade, and examined it. "Legal documents – contracts, if you like. Always been a fascination of mine."

"Yes, you love to trifle with technicalities," Regina snarled.

Mr. Gold placed the dagger back in the cabinet and closed the door. "I like small weapons, you see. The needle, the pen," he paused, looking at Regina for a moment. "The fine point of a deal." He turned from Regina, looking straight to where Emma was standing by the door. He narrowed his eyes, but soon enough he turned his gaze back to Regina. "Subtlety – not your style, I know."

Regina scowled. "You're a bastard."

Emma held back a snort as she moved closer to the door, where the two of them were now standing a few feet away. Says you, Your Majesty, she snarked silently.

Mr. Gold chuckled. "I think your grief's getting the better of you, Regina. Shame what happened to Graham," he said, grabbing a polishing rag and a copper figurine.

Emma looked down at her hands, wincing slightly when Regina raised her voice. She had no right to be angry, she and Graham weren't even together, but she'd had very strong feelings for him. She wanted to be with him. He wanted to be with her. But she'd pushed him away, and she regretted it, even if at the end she'd given in. She didn't know what was going to happen, but she did know that no matter what she was going to take Regina Mills, The Evil Queen, down.

"Don't you talk about him! You know nothing!"

Mr. Gold raised his eyebrows. "What is there to know? He died, Regina. From . . . unknown reasons," he finally concluded after a pregnant pause and looked at Regina. He had a curious look on his face, one Emma couldn't tell the reason behind other than it being scrutinizing.

"Are you really going up against me?" she asked petulantly. But her anger was something Emma wanted knocked down. She didn't deserve to be angry at this. She didn't deserve to be angry at anything. It was her fault that Graham was dead. She was the one who crushed his heart.

Mr. Gold shook his head, running a hand through his silver and red streaked hair. "Not directly. We are, after all, both invested in the common good. We're just picking different sides."

Regina walked to the door, almost touching Emma as she did so, but she avoided the angry Queen. "Well, I think you picked a really slow horse this time. It's not like you to back a loser."

Mr. Gold grinned wolfishly. "She hasn't lost yet."

Regina rolled her eyes as she opened the door. "She will."

Mr. Gold shrugged nonchalantly. "Never underestimate someone who's acting for their child."

"He's not her child. Not legally," Regina growled. "He will never be her son."

Mr. Gold smirked, coming to his full height. "Oh, now who's trifling with technicalities?"

Regina huffed and stalked out of the door, Emma right behind her. She waited for Regina to disappear in her car down the street before taking the cloak off and walking back to Granny's, the direction the both of them had come from in the first place.

***

When she reached the diner, she found Newt outside the door, and she paused when she saw the scowl on his face. "What happened?" she asked.

Newt simply held out the newspaper under his arm. "Hot of the press, courtesy of Sidney Glass," he told her. "Both boys have seen it."

Emma's jaw clenched when she saw her mugshot on the front page, along with the article title: Ex-Jailbird: Emma Swan Birthed Babe Behind Bars. "Well, I knew Regina wasn't likely to play this fair and square," she grumbled as she pushed open the door to Granny's.

Ruby's head shot up from where she was bent over her notepad, and she hurried over as quickly as she could move on her heels. "I've tried to get rid of every paper that we have on the rack here," she told her. "But it's out on every stand. I'm sorry, Emma."

"It's not your fault, Ruby," Emma shook her head, patting the upset waitress's shoulder. "You don't control the paper."

"No," Ruby huffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "We know who does."

Emma nodded and crossed to where Harry and Henry were huddled in a booth, Queenie sitting across from them with her lips pursed. "I think the last time I've seen Harry that interested in reading, it was Newt's latest additions to his books," she remarked, watching both boys jump in surprise and look up from the paper. "How's the Mirror's latest drivel?"

"You know?" Henry asked quietly.

"Newt showed me outside," Emma nodded.

Henry bit his lip. "Is it a lie?" Emma silently shook her head, and Henry's face fell. "I was born in jail?"

"Yes," Emma nodded. "These records were supposed to be sealed." She gently removed the paper from their hands. "Tell me you're not scarred for life."

Harry instantly shook his head; he, after all, had known since their first Gringotts visit that Emma had been in prison. "I'm not," Henry told her. "Well . . . not by this."

"Good," Emma patted the paper. "Then we'll throw a few Fire-Making Charms at these earlier, and we will get our news from something more reliable, like the Internet."

Harry giggled at the thought of lighting the papers on fire. Henry, however, did not. "This is what I've been trying to tell you," the boy told her. "Good can't beat evil because good doesn't do this kind of thing. My mom plays dirty. That's why you can't beat her, ever."

"I have a new ally," Emma informed him. "Mr. Gold said he's going to help."

"Mr. Gold?!" Henry balked. "He's even worse than she is! You already owe him one favor, you don't want to owe him any more. Don't do this!"

***

Regina tucked her belongings into her purse and walked out of her office, only to stop in her tracks when she found Emma sitting in one of the chairs outside, her arms folded, the Mirror in her lap. "Fun fact about juvie records, Madam Mayor," she said coldly. "They are sealed by court order. To get ahold of them is abuse of power and illegal."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Regina frowned. "You didn't want people to know you cut his cord with a shiv?"

"I don't care what people know," Emma shook her head. "I care about it hurting Henry."

"He would've learned eventually," Regina shrugged. "We all lose our heroes at some point."

"He doesn't need to lose anything more," Emma snapped, surging to her feet and following Regina through the building. "He's depressed, Madam Mayor. He doesn't have any hope. Don't you see that?"

"He's fine," Regina denied, flipping off the lights in the building.

"He's not fine!" Emma threw her hands up in frustration. "In what world is watching his adoptive birth mother throw an illegal smear campaign against his birth mother fine? You don't think that would be upsetting?"

"All I did was expose him to the truth," Regina sniffed.

"Through a newspaper article," Emma scoffed. "That my opponent wrote."

Regina ignored her. "As for the legality, I did nothing wrong. But you and Sidney will have a chance to get into all that at the debate."

Emma blinked in surprise as they turned into the stairwell. "Debate?"

"Yes, Ms. Swan, there's a debate," Regina nodded as they walked down the stairs to the front door. "You two can talk about jail time and juvie records and maybe even your new association with Mr. Gold. He's a snake, Ms. Swan. You need to be careful who you get into bed with."

Emma wrinkled her nose at the thought. "I'm not getting into bed with anyone," she denied as Regina opened the door. "I'm just fighting fire with - " A massive fireball erupted in their faces, and Emma fell back onto the stairs from the force. A cry from Regina indicated she was down, too, and Emma scrambled to get back to her feet. She found Regina in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, the mayor struggling to shove debris off of her leg. Emma hastily climbed down the steps and shoved the debris away, and she looked up to watch flames climb high up the walls. "Alright, come on," she tugged Regina's arm lightly. "Let's go! We got to get out of here!"

"I can't move!" Regina shook her head, wincing in pain as she tried to move her leg. "You have to get me out. Help me!"

***

There's not much for us to say here except for this . . .

Part 2 will be uploaded in a few minutes! :)

Oh . . . and if you haven't checked the cast list recently on the first page, I recommend doing so. We realized we left out a crucial player and added them since we came to that conclusion. ;)