Storybrooke, present. Gold's Shop. Gold catches Regina scouring his book collection in search of the grimoire and says, "The library is beneath the clock tower. You closed it, remember, when you still had power." Regina wants her mother's book. She needs to get back her son. Rumpy taunts her for needing mommy's help, and for needing the, "smell of the written word, to get the magic flowing again [...] Maybe if you relaxed, it would just happen." Regina says she doesn't have time. She needs a shortcut. Rumpy doesn't have time for this either and says, "Leave. Please." Regina is momentarily delighted when she realizes that now that the curse has been broken, Rumpy's please is no longer his magic word. When she rubs that in, Rumpy tries to brush it off because after all, jumpstarting her powers isn't in his best interest. Regina points out that it's also not in his best interest for the Storybrookers to learn that the Enchanted Forest still exists and that she and Rumpy are keeping that secret. She tries to open Rumpy's nearby suitcase. "You're up to something, and it doesn't involve going back home." Rumpy slams the case shut and magics up the grimoire, in a puff of purple smoke. "Careful, dearie. These are straight up spells. Rough on the system." Grabbing the book, Regina replies that she doesn't care if they turn her green. She's getting her son back. Rumpy chuckles. "Oh, my. [...] Holding that... I told you once you didn't look like her. Now? Now I can see it." Regina sneers at him, but her eyes fill with tears. She slams out of the shop and into commercial.

Sidebar: Lana Parrilla and Roberty Carlyle are the dream team, are they not? They bring everything to every scene and leave me breathless. Of course the writing deserves credit too, but that these two miserable wretches sometimes have me rooting for them, or at least understanding their deplorable acts -- it just blows my mind. They have such chemistry, too. Okay, gush over. I just feel every single word and glance between them, right in my gut.

L'enchantement. Night. Knifingham Palace. Young Regina sneaks into a sleeping Cora's chamber and steals the grimoire out from under mommy's pillow. Back in her own quarters, she encants, "Rumple...Rumple-schiltzkin, I summon thee." Rumpy apparates and mocks her muddling of his name. He introduces himself and when she returns the favor, he reveals he already knows her name. She knows of his past association with her mother and assumes he knew who she was because she resembles Cora. Rumpy shakes her off. "I don't really see it." He knows her because he knew her long ago. "It's been some time, but I knew this day would come. I've been waiting for it, and I'm so happy we're back where we belong." Regina: "Where's that?" Rumpy: "Together."