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They’re back.
Somehow, they’re back, after she had to give up her son to make sure Pan’s nefarious plan was defeated. She can’t remember what happened, she only knows that a year passed because of the princess’ rather large stomach.
There’s a part of her that’s relieved, of course. After all, she hated that castle. But at the same time, Storybrooke isn’t Storybrooke without her Henry.
There’s this ache in her chest that she can’t quite explain, this thing tugging at her. Something happened during what everyone’s calling the missing year, something big, but she doesn’t know what.
What happened?