Back in the cabin, Mary Margaret realizes that David had no idea about the activity in Catherine's womb. He backs away from her, because now that his wife might be pregnant, it's creepy to kiss someone else. They run out of the cabin to get some fresh and a little distance. Mary Margaret admits it is too hard to be near him. Besides, the rain has stopped and she has a flock to find. If her spirit animal isn't forever alone maybe she won't be either. She heads outside, hears the flock of doves (which she is absolutely 100 percent sure are not pigeons, starlings or sparrows) and releases the dove to the wild. Be free, young symbol!
While the dove is free, Snow White is not so lucky. Prince James' dick of a dad has her held prisoner (by the face!) and is giving her a stern talking to. She swears she can't help her feelings, but the King insists that she do just that. She is going to march down the hallway and tell Prince James that she doesn't love him or else. Snow is like, or else what? Or you'll kill me? I love him, I don't care! Which, ladies, is a terrible attitude. The King laughs that he won't kill her but he will kill James. It's not his kid, he doesn't care. Snow is horrified, but it's also a no-brainer for a girl in love. She obediently trots down the hallway to bid James adieu. Also, so long farewell auf wiedersehn and goodbye.
She finds him packing for his new life with Abigail, and she softly says his name. She got his letter. He wraps her in a huge hug and she tries to hold back her tears and do what she must do. She won't kiss him, she can't be with him. James swears they can be together. They can run! They can live on love! They found love in a hopeless place! They can sing Rihanna songs to each other in perpetuity! With tears in her eyes, Snow bids her fair prince farewell. She tells him to find love somewhere else because she is Audi 5000. He's never heard of Audis, but he gets her drift. She turns to go and walks out head held high, tears streaming down her face.
Back in the real world, David is looking almost as sad as his Prince James doppelganger. Um, you just found out that your wife might be pregnant. Get happy you schmuck! I know we're supposed to like him and understand that he and Mary Margaret are destined to be together and all, but COME ON. He's kissing some girl while his wife is buying pregnancy tests! I have no sympathy for his plight.
David is undressing in his bedroom when he passive aggressively asks his wife if she has something she wants to tell him. She hems and haws and then says, yeah, she wants to tell him that she wants things to be better between them. She thought she was pregnant, but when the test came back negative she was relieved, because their marriage sucks and it would have been a disaster. She asks him to go get therapy with her, "Will you do that with me? Will you give it our best shot?" David doesn't look like he relishes the notion of going to therapy, because UGH, but may have finally decided to do the stand up thing and try and be a good husband. Then he tells her, "I know we're supposed to be in love, but well... I want to make this work." She nods as if that namby pamby wishy washiness I-don't-love-you-but-I-want-to nonsense was supposed to make her feel better. Then she points out that it is 7:10 AM. and if they don't get a move on they will never make it to Granny's in time to get coffee at 7:15. He tells her to forget it. He wants to eat breakfast together and really give this marriage a shot. Sadly it wouldn't be much of a television show if this resolution stuck. Sorry Catherine! It's never going to work.