Meanwhile, Archie is drowning his sorrows in whiskey. His adorable dalmatian sits on the couch beside him, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Either he's begging his master to stop drinking or he's angling for a few laps of sweet, sweet booze. Emma pounds on his office door and calls his name. When he doesn't answer, she goes on and barges right in. She's got a big rage-on going. "What did you do? You told me not to take the fantasy away. You told me it would devastate him." Archie blah-blahs about changing therapy because it wasn't working, but Emma asks him if Regina made him do it. "What could be stronger than your own conscience?" she asks. Archie says he's not going to defend his professional decisions to her. Just then, Emma's cell phone rings. She answers: "Hello, Madam Mayor, nice work." Regina needs to reach right through the phone and smack that girl. She doesn't have time for that. But maybe someday soon. She asks, "Are you with him?" Emma mistakenly thinks that Regina is asking about Dr. Hopper, but she's asking about Henry, who's gone missing. Emma pales and says she dropped Henry off at Regina's office an hour ago. "I don't know where he is," she says. Archie sighs because he knows.
Henry is currently facing down the old mine entrance, screwing up his courage to go inside. Ominous music plays. Finally, Henry ignores the yellow tape and forges ahead into darkness.
In the fairytale world, Rumpelstiltskin is in a dank, dark room somewhere, spinning some wool into gold. (He must have been all out of straw.) The walls are all shelves, crammed floor to ceiling with books. Jiminy walks in and places a burlap bag of goodies on a small table. "And the names?" Rumpy asks. "To whom did these treasures belong?" He asks this with a hilarious little flourish. Jiminy takes out a sheet of paper and lays it on top of the bag. Rumpy pays Jiminy for his "thievery" with a length of gold thread. With that, Rumpy dismisses him. Jiminy takes a few steps, but dawdles a bit and Rumpy surmises he wants something magical. He coils more thread into a small dish and adds a few drops of liquid, causing it to flash and melt. "Every year stuck in that damn wagon," Jiminy says. "I wanna be free, I wanna be someone else, but something keeps holding me back." At Rumpy's urging, Jiminy admits it's his parents. Rumpy waves his hands over the dish of molten gold and produces a small vial. "Then I have exactly what you need!" Rumpy tells him it will set him free if he uses it on his parents. But how will Jiminy pay for this magic potion? Rumpy is ever so generous: "After the potion has 'done its work,' leave them where they are, and I'll come collect them." That's his payment. Jiminy asks what will happen to his parents, but Rumpy tells him not to worry, that his parents will be in safe hands and Jiminy will be free. Who wouldn't take a slithery little imp at his word? With a look of awe, Jiminy accepts the vial.