Under the Town

Chapter 5: Gravestones and Pasts

Emma, Henry, Regina, David, Robin and Mary Margaret kept walking, following Regina through Cora's town. Eventually, they made it to the graveyard.

"This is it," Regina stated.

"I never knew Storybrooke had a graveyard," Robin Hood exclaimed.

"It doesn't," Regina said. "I guess the dead had to get here some how."

"So do they just, appear here after they've died?" Robin asked.

"I guess so," David responded. "Lets split up. Me and Snow will get the west, Regina you and Gold will-" He looked around for Rumplestiltskin, and soon discovered he was no where in sight. "Where did he go?!" David said, clearly getting aggravated.

"Now's not the time to worry about Gold. He's already gone we're better off without him anyways," Emma said. "Regina and Henry will take the north, Robin Hood can take the south and I'll get the east. If anyone finds anything, call me," Emma stated. They all nodded their heads in agreement of the plan and split up.

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"Hello, Rumple." The voice spoke. Rumplestiltskin turned around to find Peter Pan in his shop.

"Peter Pan. What are you doing here?" 

Pan slowly walked around his shop, picking up objects and placing them back down. "Can't a father have small conversation with his son? We have a lot of catching up to do, don't you think?" 

"We have nothing to talk about," Rumple began. 

To this Pan looked up and made his way towards his son. "Really? Not even about how you miraculously came back to life after your heroic sacrifice? Tell me, how did the Dark One pull that off?" 

Rumplestiltskin cringed at the memory of his son resurrecting him. 

"How is Baelfire?" Pan asked, knowing what had happened to him.

"Why are you really here?" Rumple grumbled.

"I've told you Rumple. I've spent a long time down here, and I've learned what I did wrong, I want to make it up to you." he began. "Don't you think it's about time we make amends?" Rumple looked at him, as if wanting to trust him, but knowing he can't.

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Emma turned around and started covering her area. She looked at each gravestone carefully, perhaps a bit too carefully, as if she was reminiscing anyone she could remember. Each gravestone was different. Emma was starting to get deep in thought before a voice pulled her out of it. 

"The gravestones are different for each person. There's a reason why," 

Emma looked down, her head starting to pound.

Just what I needed... She thought.

"What are you talking about?" She asked. Emma looked up to look him straight in the eye.

Walsh's expression didn't change. "Well, the smaller the gravestone, the less love they had in their life. It's truly sad when you think about it, isn't it?"

"Why are you here?" Emma questioned, clearly annoyed. She looked back down to try and concentrate on finding Killian's gravestone.

"I'm not," Walsh said. 

Emma looked back up at where Walsh once stood, and found nothing. She looked around to see if he had walked away but couldn't find a trace. She took a breath and shook her head, then got back to searching.