Roni's attempts to get you to believe had been fruitless, she thought. She had tried so desperately to get you to believe, to remember. You had to remember her, the real Regina; and your family, all here with you in Hyperion Heights. You had to know that your book was real. But you hadn't believed her.

Before you'd stormed out of her bar that night, Roni had slipped the papers she'd shown you into your bag in some sort of hope that you'd change your mind. You found them there later, rolling your eyes at them. Did Roni really expect you to believe all this stuff about fairy tales and curses? It was insane. Even so, you found yourself dialing the number on those papers. ‘Reginas's’ number. The person you connected with was.. yourself.

Hearing your own voice, years younger, but distinctly you, was what triggered the memories to come flooding into your mind. Emma, Snow, Charming – Regina. You remembered them all. You'd been cursed. And now, you could break it. But first; you needed to find Roni. Well. Regina.

It wasn't too difficult to find her. You just had to follow the angry clouds congregating around the well, and, as you neared, the sounds of fighting and struggling. You picked up your pace, until you came upon them: Gothel and Roni. Gothel nurturing a fire within the well, casting her spell – and Roni motionless beside the debris of a sign.