Bae had landed with a thud on the dirt. He stood up and looked around, he was back in the Forest, he had once tried so hard to escape from many years ago. Bae had just lost every member of his family, his father again, Emma again and his son Henry. Bae had finally changed his mind about his father again, and now he was gone from his life once more. 

Now that Bae had no-one in his life, he decided to head back to the only place he ever knew from this world. His father's castle, of course, he hadn't set foot there since he got sent back to Neverland, but it was his father's castle and the only home he'd ever had in this world. 

He looked around and couldn't see anyone else, so he headed off he knew the way to his father's castle and hoped that Robin Hood wouldn't mind him coming back. He eventually arrived at the castle and as he got to the door of the castle, he noticed someone else there. He walked over to her and smiled "Belle" he said as he stood there looking at her. 

"Love lost, a heart beat forgotten."

A purple haze consumed her stoic figure as she stood motionless and numb to the situation that lay ahead of her. The fact that she was going to be returning to the Enchanted Forest and leaving Storybrooke behind did not seem to evoke any emotion in her. She stood there allowing the magic to eat her alive, and silently she wished for a quick death. What does a woman do when the man she loves has been taken from her by his own hand? Belle closed her eyes slowly while Regina said her goodbyes, and braced for impact.

She woke up in a soft bed. The satin sheets smelt familiar and like roses. For a moment she forgot that she had lost the man that she loved and propped herself up on her elbows staring at the door. She was in her room. Belle blinked as the realization set in. Rumpelstilskin and built the curse and in the case of it’s demise she would be transported back to her Palace and have her Kingdom. He had given her the freedom that he had taken years before. It was then that she allowed herself to lose her mind. The tears did not stop falling and the screams could not be quelled from her mouth. She wanted to die, and she wanted to die fast. She pulled out a dagger that she had held onto from the shop. It was the fake Dark One’s dagger. Mr. Gold had asked her to hold onto it if Regina ever tried to take his power. He had trusted her with all of the important things. She stared at her tear stained reflection while trying to both breathe and grieve. Her heart hurt and for the first time in her life she wished that someone would have ripped out her heart.

“Rumple,” She sobbed, “Why? Could there have not been another way? WHY!” She screamed into the room as if she expected an answer from him. When no response came she lifted the blade into the air. She would end this miserable life and find him in the afterlife. Belle could not stand another moment without him. Before she could send the blade crashing into her heart a warm and strong hand wrapped itself around her hand. The young Queen opened her eyes to see her distraught father looking down at her.

“Belle, don’t do it. I know you loved him. I get that now. He gave you your life back.” Her father said softly while trying to wiggle the blade from her grasp. He had never approved of their relationship and had tried to keep them apart, but now he finally understood that Belle had lost the only thing that had kept her going. Her father finally managed to fight the replica dagger away from his daughter. He crushed her against his chest and kissed her sobbing forehead trying to comfort his dearest child, “You are all grown up Belle, and now you know why I arranged your marriage to Gaston. I did not want you to know about this… type of pain.”

Her eyes sparkled with the never ending stream of tears that continued to come as she finally looked her father in the eyes. Her sobs slowed down and she stopped hyperventilating. They finally had an understanding.

“Don’t let his death destroy everything he loved about you Belle. Do not go into this world cold. You have your Kingdom back and the people remember you as a hero.” He smiled.

His smile and words did not bring her comfort and a darkness fell over her. A dark and empty feeling consumed her rage for the moment. She refused to believe that from all the magic in this world she could not find a way to bring him back to life. She stopped crying completely and removed herself from her father’s arms. She stood by the glass window and stared out at her cheering people. They were happy to have her back and had constructed a statue in her honor while she had been with Rumpelstilskin. Suddenly it was not enough. She had always wanted to be a great Queen like her mother had been, but now that she had tasted the poison of loss something within her changed.

“Father, this will never be enough for me and you know it,” Her tone was cold and the temperature in the room literally dropped ten degrees. Her father stood up and frantically tried to appeal to his daughter.

“Belle, we can find you a handsome man. You are still young. We do not need the riches we once did. Rumpelstilskin left us all of his gold. He made sure you would be taken care of,” He paused for a moment trying to choose his words wisely, “He must have known something was going to happen and placed a safe guard to the curse when you returned to him in Storybrooke.”

She scoffed and folded her arms across her chest. The loneliness that consumed her seemed unquenchable. Her sympathy suddenly went to Regina.

“No father. I must leave. There must be a way to bring Rumple back from the dead. I will pay the price once again. If it ultimately means my death, then it shall be.” Her words were certain and unmovable.

“Belle,” Her father sighed slowly, “I am sorry. You leave me no choice. I cannot let you go again. I need you to rule the Kingdom in my place. Your people need you and you deserve better than him,” His tone suddenly became temperamental, “As long as your heart belongs to him you will never find happiness. As long as you wait by the moonlight waiting for him… you will be alone. You will never move on and you will never learn. You will grow old and bitter until the Gods take you.” He motioned for his guards to cuff her. Her eyes widened as the cold iron slapped on her wrists. She winced in pain and raised her angry gaze to her father, “Until you come to see my logic or until I can find a way to remove him from your memories I will have to keep you hidden and chained.” He motioned for them to drag her to the dungeon.

Normally she would have gone kicking and screaming. After she got over the original shock she seethed in anger. She should have known her father would do his best to wipe the memories. She knew he was just trying to protect her and give her the life she had always wanted, but he should know better than anyone that you cannot erase the pain. She held her head down while the guards locked the door behind her. The iron bars were now her prison. Day gave away to night and the people continued to celebrate in the streets. She watched from the small window in the prison. A cold breeze blew her hair back violently. She felt dark magic seep through the cracks and into the lock. The sound of the lock opening made her turn her attention to the door. Slowly the door opened allowing her freedom. Belle arched a chocolate hued brow and passed between the prison and her freedom. A slow and devious grin played itself across her face. She was free, and she did not care from what method it had been. Her belongings were sitting on a table next to a lantern. The dagger seemed to be calling to her. She quickly pulled the cloak over her head hiding who identity. The dagger would serve her well and protect her from her enemies. She slid it into her boot while grabbing one of her enchanted books that Rumple had given her.

She disappeared into the shadows of her palace. She had once played in the secret passageways but now they offered her refuge. She would head to the Dark One’s castle and find a way to revive him. She knew the castle well and it would be her home. She would abandon this life and this Kingdom. If her father came for her she would kill him with fireballs from Heaven. Belle would take the inappropriate steps of Black Magic if she had to, and she would pay the Price. She had already paid the ultimate price in her mind. She had wanted to marry Rumpelstilskin, and now she was left with no one and nothing. No amount of gold could pay for what she needed. She frowned suddenly understanding why Rumpelstilskin had made the deal that he had. When he freed her Kingdom from Ogres he had gold, but he did not have love. He was not the coward she thought he was. The pain she felt was enough to kill her on the spot, and because of Regina’s lies he had believed her to be dead at one time. He was stronger than she had ever given him credit for. Belle frowned and stopped because of the sounds that lay before her. She peered from behind the corner and saw two guards drinking cautiously and laughing as if they had saved the world. Belle opened the book slowly and weaved within the pages.

“Mortuus evenerit,” She whispered while gazing upon the unknowing victims. One by one they fell forward dropping dead before her. She felt a tight pain clutch at her heart and take her breath for a moment. Belle knew if she continued to partake in dark magic that she would forever change, but desperate measures were to be taken in desperate times.

She knew no one would be looking for her because Mr. Gold was the only one who had ever cared enough to always find her. She slid into the stables and found a white horse waiting for her as if the Gods had sent it. She smiled and gently cuddled the horse’s head against her heart. The horse blinked at her and pulled his head away. She could see the sadness within the horse’s dark eyes. Curious, Belle put her fingers to her neck to test her pulse. It was faint and fading. She frowned knowing that losing Rumple would forever change her and in order to get her goodness and her heart back she would have to find him… in this life or the next. Slowly she pulled herself up onto the horse’s bare back and whispered into his ear. Without a moment’s delay the horse disappeared into the darkness leaving nothing but dust in their shadows.

“Conceal us,” Belle whispered into the winds as a powerful shadow began to follow them erasing their tracks from behind. The darkness had taken a strong interest in Belle and her activities.

It took two days of constant travel until she reached her destination. She frowned as a wave of memories pounded against her. She wanted to scream and curse the day she had been taken to this castle. The memories begged her to release her rage and destroy everything, but Belle was stronger than that. Many times over Regina had underestimated Belle, but Mr. Gold had always believed her in genius. She smirked and touched the thorns that had overtaken the castle. The branches bent and twisted against her touch. Slowly the living plant died igniting in a dark flame leaving the door exposed to her. She stopped to analyze the castle without hindrance. Someone had been there and it looked as if they had left in a hurry. Carefully she made her way from her horse through the ashes of the creature she had just destroyed.

“Interesting.” A spell blocked her from opening the door. It was a weak one, but it was there nonetheless. She rolled her eyes and focused her energy into her fist. Rumple had caught her one evening trying to learn some of the spells in one of his old books. He scolded her, but in the end had offered to teach her the basics. After that it had become a silent addiction before she knew it. She had not dabbled into the dark arts but since his death she was now more readily agreeable to them. She slammed her fist into the spell shattering it into a million pieces of dust. This was her house now. No one else would be tolerated. The door opened slowly exposing her to the memories once more, “Damnit.”

She knew someone had been there but they had recently left in quite a hurry. She assumed word of the curse being broken had made people left in the Enchanted Forest panic, after all, the Evil Queen was back.

Belle pulled her hood away from her head gracing his castle once more with her beauty and warmth. She smiled while running her finger tips along the books that he had given her. He had built her a beautiful and never ending library and she hoped that she could find her answers within it. She did not hear Baelfire come into the palace, and had completely forgotten that she had broken the spell that would have kept people out.

“Belle?” His tone was warm and friendly. Her eyes locked with his smiling face. She blinked completely surprised to see him. Baelfire had been there to see his father die. She threw her arms around him and cried against his shoulder. He surely understood her pain. Surely he knew more than anyone how she felt. Empty.

“Neal?” She said while pulling away from him, “Oh thank the Gods. It is so hard to tell what is real and what is not now,” She frowned and brushed her hair out of her eyes, “What are you doing here Neal? Shouldn’t you be trying to find…” She remembered that he had lost Henry and Emma as well and stopped speaking midsentence. Her facial features contorted into sadness.

Bae rubbed her back as she cried on his shoulder, he placed his head on hers and broke into tears himself. His father had sacrificed himself for the two of them, and now he was gone and so were Emma and his son Henry. Bae stood thinking about the adventures that they had in Neverland and what he went through to help him save his son's life.

After more silence, Bae finally spoke "Belle, my father didn't sacrifice himself so that we could be reacting this way." Bae looked at Belle and smiled "Come on, let's sit down." Bae said, as he put his hand around her and lead her to the bench in the corner of the room.

Bae looked at Belle and able to tell that she was depressed decided to speak "I actually owe you a thank-you Belle" Bae smiled and looked around the room "You really helped my father become a better person." Bae said, turning back to Belle. Bae thought about what his father had told him about Belle and realized that they didn't know much about each other.

Bae looked around and remembered that he grew up in this very castle and his old room was just down the hall. Bae's head suddenly filled with memories of his father and him as a little boy, most of the memories in this castle where of him as the Dark One, but those were moments he will never forget or memories that he doesn't want to because they made him who he is now.

Bae placed his head on Belle's shoulders, and realized that he probably had to get both he and Belle out of here as it brings back to many memories. "Hey, why don't we head out of this castle for a while?" Bae said, looking at Belle. "It has too many memories for both of us" Bae stood up and held out his hand for Belle to take, as he watched Belle sit there looking around the library. 

"Belle, my father didn't sacrifice himself so that we would sit here like this." He said with a sad, but sympathetic tone, "Come on, let's sit down.”

She sat next to him and listened to him contently. He was the living legacy of Rumpelstilskin and his father would have been proud of the man that Baelfire had turned out to be. She smiled sweetly and rested her head on her palm while listening. She could not help but smile at the man who had skipped being a boy. Rumple had told her about what a strong child Baelfire had been and he had dedicated his life to finding his son. She wished that she could help Baelfire understand how much his father had truly loved him. They had both obsessed tirelessly trying to find where Baelfire might be, in this world and others. There had been times where Belle had thought about giving up, but Rumpelstilskin would continue to work into the late hours without her if needed. He was determined to fix the relationship that he had damaged and denied.

His appreciation surprised her and melted her heart in the best and worst of ways. She had not meant to make Rumpelstilskin into a better man, but she had believed he had held it the entire time. She had seen first-hand what power could do to someone and what it was doing to her barely beating heart. Belle frowned for a moment unsure of what to say in response. Her eyes watched him carefully and she could see him wander off into the realm of memories. A look she knew all too well transfixed itself upon his otherwise positive features. She frowned and gently squeezed his hand. Belle blinked when Bae rested his head on her shoulder. She had not allowed a man of any sort to take comfort with her in a long while. The son of the man she loved was seeking comfort with her, and it felt right, but wrong. She inched away shyly before he had time to notice. The young woman focused intently on the library ahead of her in attempts to wash some memories away. His voice interrupted her thoughts. Leave the castle? She arched a brow in his general direction. She had killed an entire eco-system to get into the palace, but ultimately she knew he was right. She could probably use a drink, and then she would return to her obsessions.

“Your father really would have been proud of the man that you turned out to be,” She stood up and straightened up her hair in one of Rumpelstilskin’s mirrors before turning back to him, “Well what do you have in mind? I want to come back here because this was my home with him for so long. The least I can do it make sure it is taken care of,” She frowned at the gathering dust, “He promised me forever.” She sighed and shook her head trying to forget. Belle smiled brightly putting on a mask for Bae, “Well how about that drink?”

Bae smiled at Belle "Thanks Belle" Bae said looking at her. Bae nodded at what she said about it being her home for so long "Honestly, it was my home with him years ago too." Bae said with a sincere tone, as he noticed what Belle was doing, he knelt down next to her and smiled. "Belle, from what I noticed in the little time that I was with both of you is that he was crazy about you" Bae looked on the ground and suddenly noticed something that he recognized as his from years ago. Bae picked it up and held it and his mind flashed back to when his father had given it to him. It was one of the last times they were together, before Bae got sent through that portal.

Bae held it in one hand and put his other arm around Belle's shoulder. Bae looked at Belle and smiled when Belle asked about the drink "Sounds great." Bae said, standing up and holding out his hand for Belle.

She hesitated once more while looking at his hand. Belle managed a sincere smile and locked her fingers into his. It felt strange being left in the world with Baelfire. They both looked as if they were the same age, but she had been technically frozen in time due to Storybrooke. He was the only piece of Rumple left in this world. She nodded in response to him mentioning how crazy his father had been about her. The comment made her heart twist in tortuous manners, but she was a lady and could handle being calm. Belle pulled her cloak back over her head and led the way through the forest to the small and quaint town she used to visit to gather straw for Rumple. She knew the barkeep would be surprised to see her. She motioned for him to follow her as she opened the door exposing the Tavern. People scurried out of sight because they knew who was connected to. A situation that Baelfire would be familiar with from his childhood. Belle smiled sweetly at the barkeep as she sat on an old wooden stool.

“Sorry to hear about your fiancée mi’lady.” The barkeep nodded trying to offer them his sympathies. Belle had never been engaged to Rumple, they had never had the chance to speak of marriage. She frowned and nodded slowly acknowledging his attempt.

A stout man slithered inbetween Bae and Belle. His breath was heavy of liquor, rum to be exact. He completely ignored Baelfire and continued to admire Belle.

“Ah so Rumpelstilskin finally died then? So that means that you are back on the market?” The man was out of his league, but it would not stop him from trying.

Belle casually sipped on some rum completely ignoring the man’s advances. He grabbed her by the shoulder.

“I said are you single now?” His tone was nowhere near friendly.

Bae smiled as he sat down next to Belle at the bar. Bae ordered himself a beer and then looked at Belle with a smile. He was knocked back as the man came in between him and Belle. The man struck a nerve when he mentioned Rumpelstiltskin. Bae decided to defend his fathers honour. No-one bad-mouthed his father. And no-one hits on his father's girlfriend. He hadn't known Belle long, but, he was important to his father, so he did something he never expected. "Leave her alone" Bae said, looking at the man.

The man looked at him and smirked "And who's going to stop me?" Bae smirked and suddenly his father's reaction came over him "I am" Bae had seen his father do this multiple times and at least his father's alive somehow. He stood up and grabbed him by the shoulders and with one swift move, threw him out of the bar.

Bae smiled oddly satisfied, he dusted his hands together and then went back to the bar next to Belle. He had just done what his father would've done. But, it was worth it. To defend his father's love. "I'm sorry about that Belle" Bae said, looking at her and then taking a sip of his beer. Bae wouldn't admit it, but that was oddly satisfying. 

Belle’s jaw dropped as Baelfire defended her honor. She did not need him to, but it was welcomed and appreciated. In that moment he reminded her of Rumpelstilskin. How quickly he could return back to sweet innocent Bae. She smiled a slightly sinister smile and sipped on her rum. Rumple would have been proud indeed. His son was both a gentleman and a spitting image of his father’s protection. She wished that Bae could have known his father and how his father had changed. In her heart of hearts she could not accept the idea of Rumple being gone.

“Baelfire, it is ok for me to call you that right?” She paused for a moment knowing that he used to be ashamed of his ties to his father and had changed his name when he entered the other world, “Do you think he suffered?” Her voice shook and she broke her composure. The booze was a depressant and was not doing much for her mood, but she continued, “Do you think…” She paused and looked at her rum ashamed to even propose the idea to him, “Do you think he lived somehow?”

Bae smiled at Belle as she called him Bae "Of course you can call me that. It's my name" Bae thought of his family and sighed "It's always been my name." Bae looked at her, unsure how to answer the other questions. "Honestly, I don't think he suffered." Bae took a sip of his beer and sat there. He had spent his life running from his father and now suddenly he wanted him back.

The question about Rumpelstiltskin being alive, was one that he wasn't sure he could answer. Bae knew his father and knew that with him anything was possible. Bae looked back at Belle and moved closer to her, "You know what, I think he could be" Bae said with a smile, putting his arm around Belle.

The rum had gone to her head a little bit and things were not making much sense, but she tried to focus on his face. A pirate had once taught her if you stared at someone’s nose, no one would ever know. He was kidding of course, but Belle was naïve. She set her wooden up down on the bar and turned to look at him a bit. Once more his touch confused her. She was not sure why he was being so affectionate, especially considering they had both lost the ones they loved. She tried to brush the feeling of being hit on aside and continued to focus on his nose. She must have looked hilarious at this point.

“I’m sorry,” She laughed and fell forward a bit, “I guess I cannot handle my rum as good as I once could,” She began to chuckle once more, “I must forever be more suited for books than Taverns.” She smiled, “Well, Bae…” It felt good to say his REAL name, “I was thinking we should try to find your father. I don’t think he is dead… He gave me hundreds of books. There must be a clue to his curse in one of those books?”

She eyed his beer suspiciously as the barkeep slid him another.

Bae smiled as he saw Belle trying to focus her vision and instead was focusing on his nose. Belle must have been talking to the pirate Hook. Bae continued to smile as she put her drink down and then his smile turned into a laugh as she continued to focus on his nose.

Bae looked at Belle and smiled. Bae suddenly realized that he might have been coming on a bit strong. He removed his arm and slid away from Belle, "I'm sorry about coming on a bit strong" Bae looked down and took another sip of beer, before looking back at Belle "Sometimes when I'm comforting people I seem to be a bit much all at once and I apologize."

Baelfire took another swig, before looking back at Belle. Bae realized that he liked hearing his real name again and smiled. Bae was intrigued as she mentioned about the books that his father had given her. Bae nodded "Belle, that sounds like a great idea. I know everything about my father and I know that he always leaves something behind."

Bae normally didn't normally drink this much, but, everytime images of his father came into his head, his guilt couldn't go away. The guilt of not trusting him in Neverland with Henry, the guilt of not trusting that he had changed. The fact that he didn't have alot of time to reconnect with the father who had wanted nothing but that since he found him in New York. Bae knew that if they find him, he could finally have the father back that he had when he was a kid. Bae smiled at Belle as they both sat there in the bar.

Belle tilted her head and rested it upon her palm while locking her eyes with his, or trying to. A few stray strands of chocolate curls obscured her view. He could not keep the gaze because he felt guilty. Belle was naïve but she was pretty good at reading emotion and reading people, and it had always been one of the traits that Mr. Gold had adored about her. She smiled innocently as he fumbled an apology and removed his arm from her shoulders. It felt good to have a man’s touch in her time of need, but her heart still wept for Rumple and he had been the only man she had ever had physical relations or relations of love with. She knew he meant well and seemed to be slightly awkward around women. The young maiden shook her head and sipped a touch of rum once more removing her glove for the first time since returning to the Enchanted Forest.

Bae’s tone changed to optimistic when he spoke about his father. His eyes glazed over as his had reruns about the things and regrets that he held. Belle frowned watching his expressions change within seconds. She gently reached out to him and patted his hand that lay on the counter. She accidentally zapped him. Magic was flowing within her since Rumple’s death and she had no idea how to control it.

“Oh God Bae.. I AM SO SORRY!” Her features flustered as she took a cool washcloth to the magical burn, “Something is changing within me and I’m afraid I might be losing myself,” She sighed while trying to ease the burning throb. She shook her head in distrust at herself and wrapped her hand back up in the white glove it had originally been in. Belle was slowly losing her mind.

The man from earlier showed up huffing and puffing. He was clearly deranged and upset about Bae throwing him out on his ass. He grabbed Belle by the shoulder and twisted her to face him. Belle let out a loud scream as his strong male hands dug into her shoulder. She was physically fragile and elegant. Her body was not one to be man handled with ease. Her eyes locked with his in terror. The icy hued orbs reflected her momentary fear.

“I was not done with you Lass,” He paused and grinned sadistically at Baelfire. He was taunting him in revenge and planted a violent and lustful kiss upon Belle’s tender lips while groping her chest.

The rage boiled over and she removed her gloves without him noticing. It was a calculated and precise move on her part. A jolt of dark magic surged through her finger tips as she thrust her fingers into his chest touching his heart briefly. The touch slowly put the man into cardiac arrest. He fell to the cobble stone floor clutching his heart. The beat erratic and fading. His eyes bulged from his skull as his skin faded from a sunkissed tan to an ashen grey. Belle stood up and this time she was not ashamed. She wiped the blood away from her lips and gazed around the room. The room had fallen silent because of her actions and you could have heard a pin drop in a pile of hay.

“I am unstable. I am Rumpelstilskin’s woman. If you dare to mess with me…” Her eyes narrowed, “Or the innocents of this land. I will kill you, and then I will kill your families.” She held her head high and walked over the dead man while taking her leave. She knew Baelfire would follow and he would most likely have questions she was not prepared to answer, “Gods help me.” She said as she paused outside of the Tavern to look up at the stars. Her fingers gloved once more she clutched her chest where her heart seemed almost motionless. She was changing into darkness. In the shadows the shadows waited. They wanted her to come to their side. Belle would be a powerful ally to the night.

Bae looked at Belle as she apologized for everything, "Don't worry Belle. You have nothing to worry about" Bae smiled at Belle and took another swig of his beer, he looked up and saw the same guy that he literally threw out of the bar.

Bae watched as he planted one on Belle, he was about to react again, when he saw that Belle did it herself. Bae watched in shock as Belle grabbed his heart and knocked him to the ground. Bae watched Belle leave the bar and she quickly paid for their drinks, before following her out.

Bae found Belle standing outside the Tavern and walked up next to her, Bae had seen that been done before by both Regina and his own father on occassions. Bae wasn't sure what to say, so for a while he just stood there with her. Bae realized that he probably had to say something "What was that?" Bae finally managed to ask.

Belle stared up at the waning moon for a moment trying to distract herself from her actions. A dark fog consumed the moonlight and forced her attention back to her hands. She frowned in horror as she outstretched her fingers trying to figure out what in the world had just transpired. She heard Baelfire approach, but at the same time she did not. His voice startled her like a panicked deer in headlights. She turned around to face him her hair following her in a deep auburn brown haze. She stared up into his face and gently caressed his cheekbone. He was just like her, innocent, but was it too late? She stared into his eyes with an intensity that he had never seen from her. She searched the depths of his soul for a memory of what she might have been before the Dark One’s demise. The world stood still as her rage filtered between white mage and dark mage, had it really come to this point? He was so awkwardly aloof and yet so tenderly caring. She gently patted his face and removed her hand. Her gloves once more adorned her otherwise small and elegant hands.

“I don’t know Baelfire.” She said using his full name instead of his nickname of Bae and turning her back to him once more to stare up at the now recovered moon, “I think we need to go find Regina. Something dark is growing within me and if there is anyone that knows the tragedy of lost love it is Regina.” She pulled her cloak over her head and motioned for Baelfire to express his opinions.

Bae looked at Belle, as he watched her looking up at the sky. After reflecting Belle's actions, he was suddenly reminded of his father and everything that he did after he got that stupid dagger. 'If I can find his dagger I can control the Dark One' Bae looked up at the sky, and tried to get images of his father out of his head, no matter how hard it was. 

Bae looked back at Belle, before she finally spoke. Bae smiled as she placed her hand on his face. Bae looked confused, as Belle suggested going to see Regina. "You know what." Bae said, placing his hand on Belle's shoulder "That's not a bad idea." Bae wasn't sure about it, but, he wanted to try and help Belle feel better.