Chapter 15: Blast From the Past
When she had decided to be "married" to Charming, the last thing Regina thought she'd actually would be married to Charming. There was a difference to simply being his wife, and then being his wife.
Or at least having a comatose man as a husband versus an annoying confusing amnesic for a husband, since Regina didn't think long enough to give the cursed man memories and hadn't thought far enough yet to what she wanted him to remember or how she wanted him to act.
She wasn't sure if she wanted him hopelessly in love with her, or ignore her. She hadn't really dealt with him much since she was able to get an emergency custodial hearing and get that TRO cancelled—thank God, she ran Storybrooke—and thank God Harry Potter seemed to go on business trips quite often and Emma didn't have any rights to her child.
Henry, for the most part, had been completely sullen about being brought in her care and refused to eat because he probably knew she had planned on drugging him. It wasn't like he'd hurt himself again; she had bars placed on the window.
See, Regina thought of child safety. At least enough where that judge who used to be a kangaroo agreed that she should be Henry's custodial parent.
It also helped, that she agreed to give Kara Reaux a raise in her salary and an extra week of vacation—but hey, no one needed to know that.
So it was only now, that the dutiful Mrs. Mills was visiting her used to be comatose husband. Dr. Whale had told her it was just as well since "Daniel" didn't remember a thing.
Not that Regina expected him too.
It made her inwardly wince at the fact that she had given him her old lover's name. Back then she thought she'd never have to wake Charming up. She'd just plug the cord when was feeling particular vengeful. However, that day never came. She didn't know what she was thinking; save for the fact that Charming neutralized any claim that Emma and Harry Potter might have being a "united" front for custodial purposes, there was nothing decent about being married to the chump.
At least that's what she thought, until she saw Snow White in her candy stripper uniform smiling down at Charming.
Now she knew, revenge. And breaking amnesic princess's hearts.
Regina smiled as she clicked her pumps into the room. "Well, what are you up too?"
"Mayor Mills, I didn't know you were going to be here today." The ever weasel like Mary Margret said.
"Of course, I'd be here to see my husband now that Dr. Whale has given me the okay." Regina snapped.
"Of course…" Mary Margret said, "But HJ—"
"Is perfectly safe."
"Who's HJ?"
And there was that stupid voice that inwardly made Regina cringe and want to punch his stupid face. He should be glad she needed him, but God she hoped she had enough magic left to give him somewhat of a personality upgrade—maybe make him a workaholic who hardly showed his face. Of course, originally she wanted him to do something humiliating like picking up dog and cat shit at the animal shelter. However, since he was married to her that wouldn't do it would have to be something respectable. Maybe Graham needed a deputy—however, she really didn't want her husband being a lap dog. Just her lap dog. Maybe a figurehead position of sorts—God, knows he was useless.
She needed to think about this, for now Charming would be a househusband she thought. At the very least, he could watch Henry.
"He's our son, darling." Regina said finally answering the question.
"Son? What is she talking about, Mary Margret?"
Regina gave Mary Margret the stink eye. Seriously?
"Daniel," Mary Margret said in that babyish voice she had. "This is Regina, your wife. You know the woman I was telling you about."
"Regina?" He said.
"Yes, that's my name, darling." Regina said smiling at the man when all she really wanted to was to turn his heart into dust.
However, he served a purpose now. A small purpose, but a purpose. Eventually though, she'd kill him. "It's so good to see you awake. Mary Margret would you mind giving my husband and me a moment alone."
"Of course," She said with an almost disappointed look on her face. What did she expect, for Regina to give her Charming with a bow wrapped up. As far as this world was concerned, Charming was Regina's.
"Wait," Charming started to say but Mary Margret shook her head.
"You need to talk to Regina," She said. "Get reacquainted. Maybe it will help you remember."
Regina doubted that, she'd have him remember whatever life she thought was best for him when she could figure out how she wanted him to act.
She should've planned for him waking up. But it hadn't been something she thought about. Regina wasn't one for thinking of possibilities and outcomes that was Rumple. He was the one who really knew how this curse worked, God knows Regina had no idea that the amendments he added would allow for an actual law firm to appear outside of Storybrooke. Then again, magical theory had never been a strong suite of hers. She hadn't even thought of the consequences of killing Rumple, she thought when she killed the man she'd somehow be able to obtain his powers yet that didn't seem to happen. Which was a shame really, never mind though with Rumple dead there was no one more powerful than her.
"What are you thinking about?" Her dweeb of a husband asked her.
"You and me," She said. "Darling, it's been so long since I've seen your eyes open."
Not since a cloud of purple smoke over took him and Regina had decided that she didn't have enough time and energy to kill him—at least right away.
"I'm sorry, I don't remember." He said.
Regina grabbed his hand inwardly wincing at holding it. Like the real Daniel's Charming's hand was full of callouses. Strange for a prince, she thought, it was like a worker's hand. Then again, he hadn't exactly had the easiest life in the Enchanted Forest since he met Snow. "It's okay, darling," she finally managed to stomach. "I'm sure your memories will come back in time. You've been asleep for awhile."
He nodded, "That's what Dr. Whale tells me. He said I was in an accident."
"Yes, terrible car accident." Regina said remembering the story she loosely created which ridded the town of Charming and Belle's appearance.
God, she still had that little maid locked in the bottom of this building. More or less for future potion ingredients or magic experimentations While magic might be weak to non-existent in this realm, potions and heart magic for the most part seemed to work fine. She smirked wondering how Rumple would've felt knowing she had his one true love's heart.
Killing everyone she hated at the end had been difficult, especially with Zelena's meddling. God knows, Regina spent more time than she intended to dealing with that unexpected surprise.
She inwardly frowned, thinking her mother could've at least given her the common courtesy of telling her that she had a psychotic half sister. But oh no, instead Cora had to kill the real Daniel.
What a waste of time management, Regina thought as she turned her attention back to Charming. "It was a terrible car accident. I'm sure you don't remember anything about it."
"I don't remember anything, I'm sorry. I don't even remember HJ."
She nodded. "I know. I adopted the boy after the accident. We wanted a child, but after a few unsuccessful tries—well, we were in the adoption process when you were injured."
A blatant lie, and a lie she knew that would somehow resonate with Charming since he had in reality lost a child.
That baby girl.
Regina had turned the child into ash. Inwardly she laughed at how she had destroyed their savior. Their one ray of hope, much like Snow White had destroyed her hope.
"Oh," Charming said. "I—I'm sorry."
"It's okay," Regina said squeezing his hand. "You're here now, and we're together. You and I we'll be parents to our son together."
"How old is he?" Charming asked.
"Ten," Regina said. "His birthday's in February. The fourteenth actually, a Valentine's baby."
"Do you have a picture?" Charming asked.
Regina frowned, "I—I'll get one."
Truth be known, she stopped carrying pictures of Henry years ago. Not since the stairs incident. She just really didn't care to show his picture around to anyone. She'd much rather show a picture of that damn dog he made her bring home than him. And she hated that mutt.
That had been the one thing she wished Emma Swan-Potter kept.
"You look upset," Charming said.
"I just have a headache," She said. "It's been a very long day."
"Mary told me your mayor," He said.
"Really," She said. "What else did Mary Margret tell you?"
She needed to make sure her stepdaughter did not come in this room again, those two needed to be kept as far away as she could keep them. Even if that meant Regina had to have Charming's tongue in her mouth—the thought itself made her want to drink a whole bottle of mouthwash.
"Not much," Charming said. "She just actually talked to me. Which is more than what most people have done here. I swear if one more doctor pokes me with a needle."
Regina would make sure a lot more needles were poked into that boob of a prince.
"I'm sorry about that," Regina said. "You'll soon be tired of me chatting with you, and I'm sure our son will talk to you a lot too when your released."
"I feel bad," He said. "There's nothing—I don't recognize anything about you. But Mary Margret's face—"
"Yes."
"It looked familiar."
Later on, Regina shook her head in her crypt, telling herself she needed to think of what she wanted Charming to be now before he tried to figure out how he knew Mary Margret.
Or for that matter, she needed to figure out how to make Charming hate Mary Margret without using too much magic. She had already figured out most of the back-story she wanted—Charming was a successful architect who owned his own firm that Regina had hired to build her dream home. They fell in love and he and Regina had married in a quiet little ceremony in the Poconos before settling back in Storybrooke where Regina became mayor when the inevitable happened—the accident. It was bland enough where it would configure easily with the rest of the Storybrooke back stories, and it wouldn't take that much of the resources she left. She frowned, as she thought of the Mary Margret situation and a solution arouse that made her smile.
Yes, that would work quite nicely. And she was sure that Charming would never look Mary Margret's way again.
Regina's phone started buzzing. She scowled as she looked at the caller ID—Sidney.
"This better be good, Glass." She snapped.
"Regina, I need you to come see me this minute. There's an issue with your case."
"Really, I thought that was all settled via Kara."
Sidney sighed heavily. "Apparently, Kara overstepped her jurisdiction. There has been a judicial complaint filed against me and her by the Potters' lawyers."
"Oh, you got to be kidding me." Regina said.
"I'm not," He said. "Regina, the Maine Bar Association is investigating me. Kara and I could lose our licenses."
"God, Glass you're such a wimp." Regina snapped, "You won't lose your license. The hearing was completely valid."
"They're claiming that the Storybrooke court didn't have jurisdiction and that Kara and I willfully violated a court order. Which we did. Regina, I don't know what to tell you, but you're going to have to return Henry to the Potters."
"God, you lack balls don't you." Regina hissed, "I'd be better representing myself."
And she really meant that. Sidney was spineless. It was amazing how he was once an all-powerful genie. You had to be guts to have magic, and Sidney had anything but guts.
"Regina," Sidney said. "I don't think that's really appropriate."
She rolled her eyes. "Yet, you think it's appropriate to stare at my assets anytime we're within fifty feet of each other. You are not going to fuck this up, Glass. Kara overturned the TRO, and their claims of custody are bogus. God knows, Potter couldn't even show up."
"Because we gave them inadequate notice," Sidney sighed. "Remember, I told you we should've waited to that hearing. The letter says that if you don't return Henry to his parents—"
"They are not the boy's parents." Regina hissed not wanting to accidently call Henry Jaime like she'd been doing for so many days.
"Biological parents then," Sidney said trying to take a neutral tone. "They said that you could be arrested and hailed in contempt of court, Regina."
"Like Graham would arrest me," Regina snapped.
"I'm just telling you what the letter says," Sidney said. "I think this lawyer the Potters hired, I don't think we should tread lightly with that one."
Regina laughed, "Please. I saw their lawyer in action. She's pathetic. A little mousy know it all. I thought she was already disposed of."
"Emma and her were released when Mr. Potter returned," Sidney said. "He paid their bail."
"Kara was supposed to set it at an exuberant rate."
"Well, apparently Mr. Potter could pay it." Sidney said. "I'm guessing he comes from a lot of money. That was some fancy paper that letter was written on, and like I said that lawyer—"
"You are so spineless if you think that little mouse is scary." Regina said.
"Regina I—"
"Tell them to fuck off," Regina snapped. "They're not getting a hold of my son. His father and I won't let them."
She then hung up, frowning. She needed to put the Potters in their place once and for all. She honestly thought that last week, should've been enough to send them a message. She had Emma thrown into jail, that should've told her to get the hell out of Storybrooke—as for that mousy lawyer—Regina didn't know why Sidney was so intimidated.
She frowned deciding to go home, when she almost bumped into someone—the lawyer.
It seemed like she was walking to the Potters. Regina decided it was time for a confrontation. "You don't belong here."
The girl merely raised an eyebrow. "Hello, Mayor Mills."
"Didn't you hear me?"
The woman rolled her eyes.
There was hardly anything intimidating about her, Regina thought as she eyed her. She was of average height. Unlike the day in the courtroom, she was dressed in sweats. Her plain brown colored hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and what really stood out to Regina that she was walking a dog—her dog.
While Henry's dog specifically. Honestly, Regina had sort of forgotten about the shit bag—God knows, she forgot what that mutt's name. Cady maybe?
"What are you doing with my dog?" She snapped.
"You meant Jaime's dog? He left her here when he was illegally taken away from his parents. He wanted Lady to stay here, I told his parents I'd walk her for them since I'm staying with the Potters while the legalities of the mess you made are being handled.."
"There's nothing else to handle." Regina said. "That bull shit letter you sent, Sidney, he's not stupid enough to buy it."
"I didn't send a letter," The girl said.
"Oh, don't be coy Ms. Grungee."
"Granger."
"What?"
"My name is Hermione Granger." The girl said.
Hermione Granger, there was something familiar about it. Regina frowned, "I've heard that name before."
"Perhaps you read Shakespeare," The girl said. "The Winter's Tale?"
"I hate books." Regina said.
"It's a play." Hermione corrected.
"Whatever. Just get out of my town. Your presence is unwanted and despite all the money you've been paid, you're not getting my son anytime soon."
"Is that all, Ms. Mills?"
"No," Regina said. "I want to know why you sent that bogus letter to Sidney?"
"Like I said, I didn't send a letter. The lawyer taking over the case must have. I will give you this bit of advice; I wouldn't listen to the advice your attorney has given you. I would not like to cross my partner."
Regina rolled her eyes. "I'm not afraid of a city lawyer, Ms. Grungee. I have a court order saying that Hen-Jaime is perfectly fine where he is."
"That order was illegally obtained," Hermione said. "You and I both know it, when you're arrested for violating it, Miss Mills, don't say we didn't warn you."
Regina laughed. "Do you really think you intimidate me?"
"What?" Hermione asked sort of surprised at what Regina asked.
"I've dealt with plenty of your kind before," Regina said. "You're probably the type of girl that lives in a library. Who likes her books and thinks that being smart is some sort of a crutch, for unfortunate looks. Well, let me tell you it's not. You might be able to cite precedent and other legal mumbo jumbo, but at the end of the day you're just as big as a loser as you were before you hit the books."
Regina meant every word. Look at Rumple's unfortunate little maid, she might've read all the books in the world but it didn't prevent her from being Regina's guinea pig. Maybe that's who Harmony reminded her of, Regina could sort of see the similarities.
The girl just shook her head. "I think we're done here."
"We're done when I say we're done," Regina said wishing at that moment she could pull out the girl's heart much like she did to that maid.
Sir Maurice had told her to do whatever she needed to, to get his daughter in line. Of course, he didn't know that one good dose of forgetting position was all that was needed to have Belle's "twue love" whipped from her head, however Regina had made it out to seem like it was a more arduous progress.
"I'll let you know when she's ready to be back in society again," She remembered telling the knight.
"Don't," He said. "Send her away. It's better if I don't know what happens to her, for her safety. Maybe a nice nunnery, I know she is no longer pure but a life of solitude might be the best for her."
"If you insist, Sir Maurice." She said.
"My queen," He said. "I—I am eternally grateful for what you're doing. You really think you can save her."
"I'll do my best," Regina said. "But you have to know, it might be years before it will be safe to let your daughter be free. The hold that the Dark One has over his victims is great."
"I understand," Her father said. "Do whatever you have to, just keep her away from him. I understand that drastic measures have to be involved. I will tell everyone that she's dead, so that perhaps she can get a fresh start."
Though, he probably didn't know that those matters included taking his daughter's heart.
She remembered cornering the girl in the woods, after she had thought she was going to play hero.
Pathetic.
Honestly, Regina had never really understood Rumple's fascination with Sir Maurice's daughter. She was not his usual type— being overly naïve, a goody-goody too shoes at that. She'd never accept the imp for what he was, that was for sure.
"My dear," Regina said in the disguise of an old beggar woman when she saw her. "I believe you lost your way."
She hadn't. The coach her father had hired for her had merely abandoned her in the woods just like Maurice and Regina wanted.
"Indeed," Belle said. "My carriage took off. I have no idea where I am."
Regina nodded. "Come with me, I believe that I can provide you with lodging for the night and a horse. It won't be like a carriage but."
"Oh, thank you." Belle said and reached to hug the old peasant woman only to find that her heart was subsequently pulled out of her body.
And like Regina always did when she pulled out a heart and saw the victim's she laughed. It was always hilarious how—no matter who it was—the victim looked like they were about to piss their pants. Even Rumple, the so called most powerful magical user of all had that look of shock on his face that just gave Regina the thrills. With Belle though, the look was more than pathetic.
"I don't understand how he loves you." She snapped when she stopped laughing and transforming back into her usual self. "And don't even think of calling his name. You won't as long as you want to live."
Belle stared at her. "Regina."
"Right, you're smarter than you look. Then again, for a girl who reads so many books you weren't smart enough to realize not to talk to random peasants in the woods. But, you were idiotic enough to fall for that imp. Not that he cared for you, your heart wasn't protected at all."
"Please Regina, please. I'll do whatever you want. Just give me back my heart."
Regina mocked her, "Really, not so brave now? But you're right; you'll do whatever I want because I have your heart. Now come with me, it's time to show you to your new home. And remember, not one peep until I tell you that you can talk."
After setting the girl in her new home, she didn't talk to her much later after she killed Rumple. At that point, Regina didn't get to gloat near as much as she wanted a problem—better known as Zelena—had reared its ugly head and Regina wasn't sure what or who was causing the problems first, so she thought—well, she wondered if maybe Rumple had came back from the dead.
It was silly, she knew now. She had squeezed the son of bitch's heart into dust she watched him die saw his reptilian body drop to the floor dead. But she had to be sure, there were magical disruptions—that she'd later find out were due to Zelena's influence, but she had thought it was the imp. So, she decided to check the best way she could. She checked in on his girlfriend.
At this point, Belle's imprisonment had started to show a bit. Now that Regina wasn't concerned about Rumple she had let her care of the girl start to slide. She sometimes forgot to order meals. The girl had lost a bit of weight, and was now in rags. Regina had honestly forgot about her, or she would've killed her at this point. At least, she'd still be of use to her for now—she thought as she eyed her.
Belle didn't see her right away, and was just staring there in space.
God.
Really. Couldn't she do something? Even an imprisoned Rumple was a little bit more interesting to watch.
She walked over to Belle and smiled. "Aren't you going to bow or for that matter talk? Yeah, you can speak now."
"Regina," Belle said. "I—"
"Didn't see me? I imagine you didn't, just staring in space there like the idiot you are."
"I am not an idiot," The girl said.
Regina laughed. "Oh, yes, because you love books. Because reading makes you smart. Seems to me, you weren't smart enough to get locked up. Let alone to have enough common sense to fall in love with the Dark One."
"I—"
Regina cut her off. "Did I say you could continue speaking?"
The girl looked at her. "You didn't say to shut up."
Regina laughed, "Bravo. Maybe you aren't so stupid after all, but seriously, Rumple of all people."
The girl didn't say anything.
"I want to know why you love him." Regina said.
The girl still didn't say anything.
"That's an order if your wondering, if you don't answer you'll feel so much pain that eventually you'll find you have no choice but to do as I command. That's how heart magic works."
Belle bit down on her lip undoubtedly feeling the palpitations that were a side effect from not answering right away.
"Poor little Belle," Regina said. "If you do what I said you wouldn't be in that much pain. I just want a simple little answer about how you could fall in love with the imp of all people."
Finally, Belle managed to mumble something else.
"I didn't hear you," Regina said.
"I said because he's better than you." Belle spat out. "He might be the Dark One, but there is still good in him Regina. There isn't any good in you."
"Oh, really." Regina said. "Are you sure that the imp is better than me."
Surprisingly the brunette looked her in the eyes and said undoubtedly. "Yes."
"Then call him to help you," Regina said. "Yes, you heard me scream his name. He won't come, I can guarantee you that."
"Only because you have some sort of wards or something around the place," Belle said.
"Oh, I assure you I don't have magic to prevent the Dark One from coming here." Regina said. "And I insist, you MUST call him Belle."
He didn't show.
Obviously, which in a way relieved Regina but in a way made her more confused since she was unaware who was attempting to cause her problems with her preparations for the curse.
"He's not coming," Belle said disappointed after wailing the imp's name for about five minutes.
"I know," Regina said. "That's because he's dead."
Belle's eyes bulged. "No. No."
"I killed him," Regina said. "Much like I'll kill you when you're no longer any use to me."
"I thought—"
"That I held you just because of Rumple? Yes and no. You can still be use to me, even though your lover is dead. You can be a use to me like the rest of my prisoners since you won't have to be in such pristine condition."
"Rest of your prisoners? I thought you killed all of them."
"Only the select few get to die right away, the rest…well, they help me advance in my studies. My magical studies."
The girl blanched.
Regina smiled.
Those were the days. She still had Rumple's girlfriend in the basement at the hospital, but it was no longer like she could further her studies with her these days. Not that she was thorough in her studies in the first place. If you could even call them studies, they were more like torment sections since she never did adequate experimentation like Rumple, her mother, or like she suspected Zelena did.
Regina had never been one for all that stuff, which was why her experiments had been sporadic at best. What she had told Belle was true; while she killed a lot of Snow sympathizers she experimented on quite a few. While she didn't have a clear project in view, she somehow gained knowledge from her brief temper tantrums that usually involved some way of tormenting someone. Sometimes she would combine potions and see what results she'd get, some macabre than others like the time she somehow managed to give someone lobster claws in place of hands.
Again, she really didn't keep track of what sort of potions she mixed with what to get the side effect.
Luckily for Lady Belle, her appendages hadn't been replaced with animal parts, since Regina's attentions had been focused on other aspects since that day. Although, that didn't mean she had subjected Belle to a few things.
And she still had heart.
God, she wished she still had the ability to pull out a heart now, she thought as she continued her argument with Ms. Grungee. She didn't notice that Graham had walked up to where she was until it was too late.
"Regina," He said.
"Graham," She said. "This is an unexpected surprise."
"Is everything okay?" He said turning his attention to Hermione.
"Besides being verbally assaulted, things are just grand." Hermione said as she glared at Regina. "Do want to speak with me Sherriff?"
"Uh, no." He said, "That's okay, Ms. Granger. I need to speak to Regina."
"Oh, not that bull shit." Regina said. "You can tell Ms. Granger that that letter she sent is garbage."
"I didn't send the letter, Regina." Hermione said rolling her eyes. "You know what, I'm going to let Graham handle this. He knows you a lot better than I do."
"What was that all about?" Regina said when the woman left.
"You were obviously upsetting her," Graham said.
"Me upset her, I doubt I could upset a bookworm like that. It's obviously she thinks highly of herself."
"Regina," Graham sighed. "I got a notice today that you are currently and knowing violating a TRO that was filed against you."
"That is ridiculous, you heard what Kara said that TRO was bogus."
"The Storybrooke Court had no jurisdiction over the case," Graham stated.
"That's not true," Regina snapped. "Hen-Jaime lives in Storybrooke."
"Yet the TRO was filed in federal court." Graham said. "Storybrooke's family court doesn't have jurisdiction over that. And according to the letter I got today, we could be in big trouble. They're threatening not only to sue you, Kara, Sidney, and me but the entire city."
"That is ridiculous." Regina said.
"Regardless, I was told that if you don't return Henry to the Potters that you're not only going to be held in contempt, but kidnapping charges are going to be filed as well."
"Kidnapping? Graham. I am that boy's mother."
He sighed heavily, "My hands are tied, Regina. I tried to call Emma, but she didn't pick up. Potter told me to call his lawyer. And his lawyer, Oh God."
"That little mouse gave you problems?"
"Ms. Granger is not their main counsel. I talked to Rumford Gold."
Rumford Gold?
When Regina heard that name, she felt the blood drain from her face. Surely, there must have been a mistake. "Rumford Gold is dead, Graham. He's been dead for a long, long time."
"You're confused. Lacey Gold died in the accident. Not Rumford. Or Ford as I hear he likes to be called these days." He said bitterly.
"I know who died in that damn auto accident, my husband was in it. Remember? I just—he's dead he has to be dead."
Graham gave her a weird look. "Any reason why you think he's dead?"
Yes, because I squeezed the bastard's heart into dust, Regina thought. Instead she frowned and said, "Because he hasn't shown his ugly face in this town in years. Do you have a phone number?"
Graham nodded. "Yeah I—"
"I'm going to call the bastard and get this settled." Regina said. "Tear up that order."
"I can't, Regina." He said as he reluctantly handed her the digits.
Even as she dialed the number, she told herself it couldn't be true. She saw Rumple's dead body on the floor. She felt his heart turn into nothing.
Yet, she never became the Dark One.
But he had never came back, and truly if she failed he'd let her know and then some. If anything, Rumple was not vengeful.
A voice picked up on the third ring, "Gold."
It wasn't high pitched and giggly, but deep with a small trace of a Scottish accent. It couldn't be him she thought.
Of course, he might sound differently in this world. Look at Hooper. He was a bug in the past, and yet he looked different and sounded different too. Same thing with Kara, she was a kangaroo in the Enchanted Forest—grant it, Regina sort of turned her into one as one of her little experimentations after she stole some turnips at the market but still.
"This is Regina Mills, I want to talk about the ridiculous letter you sent my sheriff. "
"Ah, Mayor Mills, it's been awhile." Gold said. "I was wondering when I'd hear your unfortunate voice again, dearie."
Dearie. When he said that world, Regina felt all the color drain from her face. Somehow her nemesis was alive. The question was did he remember the past, and the bigger question was if so did he remember that she tried to murder him?