Jack looks down at the mention, but smiles and looks back up. "Thank you."

*end of episode?*

(okay fine I'll close in 5 seconds. You have five seconds to post again everyone)

*Gretel is raw dogged by Todd*

(3nough is ENO IF H GRETEL)

(Yasss, Gretel!)

So you would've rather been harassed by that douchebag every time he visited you? I'm sorry, but I don't regret what I did.
*Wolve takes a deep breath*
....This is pointless. If it means anything, I'll just walk you home.

(It’s been five minutes!)

Elsa looks at him.

"Fine."

She walks with him back to Annas

FADE TO BLACK

** Episode Closed **

(thank you, next)

Closing Scenes:

December 22, 1972, 11:00 p.m.  - Outside the Rabbit Hole -

        Chester turns out of the bar and strolls down the street. Dorothy walks out from the alley next to the club and stops in front of Chester. “I was wondering when you’d be leaving.”
        Chester jumps a little, and the hairs on his arms stand up. “Jeez, Dorothy. Don’t scare me like that. After everything that’s happened the last few days, are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

        “Scaredy cat,” Dorothy rolls her eyes. She holds out a box to Chester. “Here. I finished the last one. You can give it to her or not, I don’t care. But I’m serious, this is the last one.”
        Chester takes the box from her. “I’m sure she’ll like it,” he shoves it into his pocket. “Don’t get cold feet on me now, D.”

        “Chester, it’s finished,” she sighs. “When I agreed to do this with you, I never considered that all of this would happen. I’m done. I don’t want to do it anymore.”

        Chester nods and frowns. “I guess I’ll see you around, then?”
        Dorothy gives him a quick, half-smile and brushes past him. Chester turns and watches her walk away.

December 21, 1972, 11:00 p.m. - Woodlands 10th Floor, Jenny Wren’s apartment -

        Jenny stumbles into her kitchen, flicking on the light and reaching for her pack of cigarettes. She pulls a cigarette out and lights it, closing her eyes as she breathes in.

        She grabs a bottle of liquor from the cabinet and sinks to ground, flicking her ashes on the tile. She takes a hearty swig and coughs. She takes another. “Oh, god,” she says to herself.
        She sets the bottle on the ground and takes a long drag from her cigarette. She starts crying and sets her head in her hands. “My poor Rose Red.”


December 21, 1972, 11:00 p.m. - The Farm, Upstate New York -

        Winston parks his bike on the dirt path in front of The Farm. He gets off of his motorcycle and sets his helmet on the seat. He walks up the path, noticing that The Farm’s door is slightly ajar. Winston jogs to the door and quickly opens it. The Farm is in disarray: blood is all over the floor, tables and chairs are knocked over, the windows are busted. Winston walks inside slowly, checking the pulse on two of the bodies by the door. He gets out his gun and points it in front of him.

        He walks further back towards an office. The door is busted down. Winston peeks inside and finds another body. He notices an empty space in the wall where the safe used to be. He turns and rushes through the main room, looking at all of the destroyed work stations. He searches frantically for the produced pixie dust, but it’s nowhere to be found. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. He puts his gun away and kicks a glass on the floor.

December 21, 1972, 11:20 p.m. - Outside of the Rabbit Hole -
       
        Jack walks out of the Rabbit Hole with Mulan in tow. “Things ought to start looking up here soon, Sheriff,” Jack looks back at her. “Once we wrap this whole thing up. We’ve got a few funerals to get through, and we can put this whole mess behind us.”       
        “I still don’t know, Jack,” Mulan sighs. “Maybe I’m really not right for this job.”
        “You are. I told you. I meant everything I said in there.”
        Mulan looks at him and gives him a weak smile. “We’ve got to pin this down, Jack. Now.”

        “I know,” Jack nods. “I think we need to keep looking at Todd Firefox. I’m not buying his little Belle story. And even if I did, who’s to say he was with her all night? There’s something going on there. I can feel it. But then there’s Hare, and I’m not really buying what he’s selling either.”
        “I wouldn’t,” Mulan agrees. “I still don’t trust the twins. Especially Gretel. She so keen, that one. She’s smarter than she’s letting us know. But I’m catching on.”
        Jack nods. “Need a ride?”

        “Uh, No,” Mulan shakes her head after thinking for a moment. “I’m going to walk. I could use the fresh air.”
        “Suit yourself,” Jack gives her a small wave and walks towards his car. “Hey,” he calls after her. “Be safe out there.”
        “You too,” she calls back and continues walking.

December 21, 1972,  11: 30 p.m. - The Gingerbread House Hotel -

        Kitty slams the office door as she enters. “What have I told you two about calling the Rabbit Hole asking for me? Do you get how risky that is?”

        “It was my idea,” Gretel speaks up. “But we didn’t just want to show back up there. And I just got back here.”
        “Where were you?” Kitty looks at her.

        Gretel is silent for a moment, thinking about her sore legs. “It doesn’t matter. Look, we need to talk to you.”
        “I talked to Simon,” Hansel steps in. “He was in the office tonight with Hare and Jack Frost. He didn’t really say much, but apparently, Hare is paranoid. He thinks somebody is coming after him. Simon said we won’t be safe as long as Hare is convinced he’s going down.”
        “He is going down,” Kitty laughs slightly.
        “I want him to pay,” Hansel grits his teeth. “For what he did to me. I want him to suffer.”
        “He will,” Kitty nods. “We just have to figure it out. We’ve worked too hard to let him get the upper hand. March Hare will go down for this. I promise.”
        Hansel looks at Gretel, and she nods at him. He looks back at Kitty and nods.

December 21, 1972, 11:30 p.m. - Outside of Slums South -

        “Thanks for walking me back,” Elsa smiles at Wolve. “You really didn’t have to.”

        “Yes, I did.”
        She puts her hand on his shoulder and looks down at his wound. “And thanks for getting shot for me.”
        Wolve smiles a little but tries to turn his head so she doesn’t see. “It’s the least I could do for you patching up my arm the other night. And you were in trouble, Elsa. I had to do something about it. I really didn't mean for you to ever get hurt. It's all my fault, and I know it.”
        Elsa looks down and smiles to herself. “You mean,” she looks up at him. “All this time, the Big Bad Wolf was just a man?” She laughs a little. “Who would have thought it.”
        “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here,” Wolve looks back at her. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

        “I’m getting there at least,” Elsa nods and walks up the steps to enter the building. “Thanks, again,” she looks back at him.
        Wolve nods at her and turns away. Elsa walks inside.