[It had been an incredibly long vigil. Every moment he watched Snow's lifeless body felt like an eternity. He was numb, the same numbness he'd felt when he discovered her decapitated head on the steps of the Woodlands. But slowly that emptiness filled with anguish and rage. The only thing that kept him back was the knowledge that this was Wonderland. He'd seen others die and come back. Why would it be different for Snow?

He had begun to drift off, the lack of sleep suddenly catching up to him. He'd gone to the small kitchen in his room to make up some coffee when he heard the first sharp breath. His heart squeezed and he turned, moving towards the entrance of the kitchen to see Snow in his chair, awake and very much alive.

He wanted to rush over to her, to wrap his arms around her and prove to himself that she was alive. But he held himself back, clinging to the frame of the kitchen to stop himself. He cleared his throat, pulling back the thickness of emotion that made it difficult to talk.]

Do you want some coffee?