Emma brought new flowers to the well every week. It was her little way at least paying some kind of tribute to the family that she'd caused irreparable damage to. Killian and Henry went with her when she went, silently keeping watch over her as she stood there. She contemplated drinking from it from time to time—actually did once—in hopes that she could bring the other Emma back, but also to bring herself back.

After the incident of sending Gold through the portal, she refused to even touch magic ever again. She'd slowly started to piece her life back together. She was more loving with her family, knowing that they could slip through her fingers in an instant. Inadvertently being involved in an innocent someone's death would do that to a person. She stopped pushing Killian away. She knew she couldn't stop the feelings growing in her all those months ago on the deck of the ship, but she'd kept pushing them down anyway. Now that all of the events of the last year had happened, she knew she needed him—and love—in her life.

Killian stepped forward, placing his hand on her shoulder and giving it a reassuring squeeze. "It's time to go, love. We have dinner with your parents tonight."

Emma turned and gave him a small smile. "It is time to go." She reached up and took his hand off of her shoulder, but continued to hold it. "I love you," she said, suddenly. It had been sitting in the air for weeks, ever since he'd uttered the words to her at the docks. She'd felt it and wanted to say it back, but something had been holding her back; a weight that was bearing heavy on her shoulders. A weight that was finally starting to lift.

He visibly relaxed before her. "Oh, Emma, I love you, too." He kissed her hand before pulling her away from the well.

Once they reached Henry, she took ahold of his. While she would always worry and have some regrets about the family she'd left behind, the family she had here needed her full attention. They loved her, and she loved them. Nothing was ever going to change that.

Gold stood in the ruins of the courtyard of his old castle. He still had the smirk that was plastered on his face all those months ago, the sight before him bringing him more joy than anything had in a long time. The weapon he now possessed was going to be his ticket to getting back at all those who had tried to stand in his way, starting with the beloved Charming clan and their newly added pirate.

The woman in front of him threw a ball of fire, setting one of the dead trees alight. He smiled wickedly. "Oh Emma!" he called out. She turned to face him, breathing heavily over her excessive use of magic. "I think it's time we start our real work."

The evil glint in her eyes told him that she was ready for whatever was ahead.