Let’s get back to it. Emma? How’d you find me? You are standing in the middle of Main Street, so… you know. It’s about you working out some issues. I don’t have any issues. Who the hell are you?! Who the hell am I… That question is more appropriate than you know. What can I get you? Do you like gingerbread, or children? Kidding. So all 45 of you are gonna slip down into the deepest level of detention in the Underworld. Where’s your boss? No, not some deity. Your boss, here. The Blind Witch? Nevermind. I still owe him a punch in his pretty mouth for kissing me. He kissed you?? Thought it was you. Let’s go! I hate her pasty complexion… I smell the bromance… Her insufferable sincerity… Table for two? Her puny army of sweaty little child-beasts. Hey child-muncher… We’re looking for someone. The five of you occupy yourselves as you will. Perhaps cleaning? Oh, how I miss it… The music, the gin. The glamour… The gin. This is our new plan to defeat Hades and go home? A bunch of squiggly lines? And with your fireball. Fine. Fine. But you stole my apple. What do you think happens when you steal from a witch… …witch? Underbrooke? Oh you are clever. But no. I doubt he’s gonna swap the blonde for the dead woman. You might be dark… Look where I am. Drinking with the bookworm. But sometimes you’re still an idiot, Rumple. This time, summon the portal without the twister? You heroes ruin all the fun. Her? Yes, her. You can fix it, right? Of course. Do you happen to have any duct tape? David, we’re regulars… Your parents’ apartment, really? We were only supposed to be here for a day and now we’re regulars at the diner in hell. Regina!! On–on the way to Hell, you know what I mean. Well, that’s new… Come. Let me introduce you. Miss Swan! This is Milah, my ex-wife. And Hook’s ex, also. She’s also Baelfire’s mother, of course. Emma knew him as Neal. They had a torrid affair, which resulted in a scandalous teenage pregnancy in prison. Thank you. Top drawer, just like at home… You risked everything to save us. We had to do the same. To be clear, I was fine running. You two are so alike. Next you’re gonna say we kiss the same… Nevermind, don’t wanna know. Just… find the key. Really? Because you just did. Which is making me wonder why you’re still here. Yes, I suppose you have a point. Emma. What?? Why?? Give me your hand. Why, what is that? What? You’re the lookout. Lookout? Don’t argue with your mother– But– Or your mother. Worried I might make you take an eternal nap on a bus bench? So… Someone finally did you in. Sorry to disappoint, but I’m very much alive. How did you get here? [HEAVY SIGH] Sorry, love. I’m glad your reflexes are better than your sense of style. Yeah, well– So you’ve been with my former lover… And my son?? Is that right? Huh. I’m sure we’re gonna laugh ourselves sick about all this one day.