Will, Ewan, Guy, Snow White and Guinevere sat in silence in the cell for the longest time. Will had his chin on his fist, his mind far away. He didn't want to think of what would happen now that they had no chance of escape. He wished he could fall asleep, but there was hardly any room for him to lay down in the cramped cell.

Ewan had crossed his long legs over each other several times in what looked like a supremely uncomfortable position. He cracked his knuckles, the popping sound making everyone in the cell jump. Guinevere glared at him. "Must you?" she said irritably.

Ewan grinned innocently. "What?" he returned, evidently pleased at provoking a conversation. "I had to do something. The silence is killing me."

"Some of us like silence," Guy said, absently scratching his ankles where the Snow Queen's chains were.

"Well, I don't," Ewan retorted. "We're like mourners at our own funerals!"

"To be fair," Will put in, happy to have something to take his mind off his negative thoughts, "we've been to your funeral."

Ewan was morbidly fascinated. "You have?" he said.

"What, did you expect Rachel not to have a funeral for you?" Guy said tiredly.

That killed the mood. The mention of Rachel along with Ewan's funeral brought back bad memories for Will, Ewan and Guy. Guinevere drew her legs to her chest. "We will make it out, won't we?" she asked timidly. "We can't lose here. Not after everything we've been through."

"Fighting the Editor was a lost cause," Guy said. "Why do you think I aligned myself with her? I wanted to lessen the casualties."

"Lot of good that did," Will muttered, still peeved with Guy for betraying them—and, more importantly, Rachel.

Guy scowled, but he couldn't deny the truth. He'd made the wrong choice and it hadn't done anyone any good. Ewan chewed his lip. "I wish there was something we could do," he whispered.

"What could we do?" Snow asked, her voice quavering.

"We could escape!" Ewan snapped, his frustration at being trapped getting the best of him. Snow shrank back with a little squeak of fright. Ewan subsided, looking a little guilty. "Sorry," he muttered.

"We can't escape," Will said. "We're chained up, and we've got nothing to unlock the chains. We're as good as dead here."

"I thought you were supposed to be optimistic," Ewan said, frowning at Will.

"I'm realistic," Will answered. "And even you've got to realize there's little chance of us escaping with our lives. If Guy kisses Rachel and wakes her up, the Editor will kill her and send us all back to our 'rightful' places. And if Guy doesn't kiss Rachel and wake her up, the Editor will kill all of us, including Rachel, and probably destroy the entire Story like she did to the Cinderella Story. Either way, there is no way this ends happily for us." He thought bitterly of Rapunzel, and wondered if he would ever see her again.

"I will not kiss her," Guy said decisively.

"Then you doom us all," Ewan responded. "And if you kiss her, you force Rachel into making a choice she'll never be able to make. You know what would've solved this problem? If you hadn't fallen for her in the first place."

"A lot of this is Guy's fault," Will interrupted. "But not that. Can you fault him for falling for Rachel? Or are you just angry because she kept on even after you died?" Ewan stared at Will, open-mouthed in surprise at Will's fiery attack. But he wasn't done yet. "Oh, I appreciate that you died for us. Yes, well done. But you have never been fair to Guy. I know, he killed your parents. But people can change, Morpheus! I mean Ewan."

"And this change has gotten us into deep trouble," Ewan said.

"No," Will said, "because if Guy and Rachel hadn't fallen in love, the Editor wouldn't have risked putting her under a sleeping spell she had no chance of waking up from."

"Because she needs Rachel to write herself out," Guinevere said quietly. "And you know she will, because she won't let the Editor hurt her friends."

"I know all that!" Ewan burst out, frustrated. He ran a hand through his hair. "Don't you think I know all that? If there was a way for me to get us out of here, I would in a heartbeat, just to protect her. But there's nothing we can do, and she's going to sacrifice herself because it's the 'heroic' thing to do. It'll kill her to do it, but she will."

"We should stop her," Will suggested.

"Short of killing Gisborne," Ewan said, "there is no way to stop her. We all know you're going to end up kissing her. There's little doubt about that. And if he wakes her up, nothing will stop her from protecting us."

"Then it's over?" Snow asked.

"To be honest, nothing will have changed for you." Ewan was brutally honest, Will thought, cringing. "You never knew Rachel and you never went far from your original Story. So...it'll all be the same to you."

To her credit, Snow wasn't cowed by Ewan's tone. She raised her chin and faced him. "I knew her well enough. She saved my life from you. I do not want her to be killed."

Startled by the cold look Snow gave him, Ewan fell into a disgruntled silence. Will looked out into the hallway, suddenly filled with remorse. When he looked back at Ewan, he spoke with a significantly quieter voice. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't want our last hours together to be arguing. With all of you. We're friends, right? We'll be friends to the very last."

"Chances are we won't die," Guinevere pointed out.

"No," Ewan said softly, "but we won't remember each other. And that might be worse."

Guy's face was drawn and sad. "Perhaps I'm a villain," he said. "And maybe I'm a killer. But you have all been good to me and shown me that villain or not, I can be a good person. I can't imagine losing that."

Will had nothing more to add. If he said anything else, he would have broken down crying, and he didn't want to. Instead, he leaned his head back against the cell wall and let the silence lull him to sleep.