Snow goes to her and takes Emma in her arms. "Oh. Well get used to it." Emma ugly-cries. Her mascara flows from her eyes. She squeezes Snow tight before pulling away. When Snow wipes away her daughter's tears, Emma laughs awkwardly and walks out. Like Lot's wife, Snow turns back to survey the nursery one last time. In her mind's eye, she sees it in its former glory. She imagines her baby's laughter -- laughter she never heard. Poor Snow weeps for what could never be, then takes her leave. My heart breaks, but I don't have time to wallow because Cora returns and scoops up ashes from the remains of the once magical wardrobe. A small fire seems to burn within the vial. Cora smiles. Dun dun dun!
Storybrooke and self-plagiarism. Henry sits in Emma's VW Bug and watches as Jefferson finally musters up the courage to approach Grace. Okay, so Jefferson looks more than a little creepy stalking a bus full of school children, but once he calls out Grace's name, it gets better. She turns, cries, "Papa" and rushes into his embrace. May I please have a tissue? Poor little Henry looks on, his happiness for them on makes his own loneliness more acute. But...YES! It's Charming to the rescue, again. Charming tells Henry he can't get Snow and Emma back without his grandson's help, so he's bought some play swords, so he can teach Henry how to fence. Oh heck, please pass the whole box of tissues. Across the way, King George Charles Widmore watches the man who refused to be his son training his grandson in the fine arts of heroic princery. Hurrah!
I'll be back morning with coverage of "The Crocodile," which I think means you-know-who is coming to our lovely show. In the meantime, please grade the episode at the top of the page and then come on over to the forum, where we're trying to learn how to be the grandchildren of a prince.