"You haven't forgotten, have you?" says Regina. "The curse blunts your mind, keeps you trapped in a futile, pathetic existence as my son's elementary school teacher, but your heart remembers. I've always hated that about you, Snow White – that warm, beating traitor heart of yours."

Regina reaches out with both hands and sinks her fingers up to the knuckles in Snow's chest – and Mary Margaret wakes in darkness, sheets twisted around her torso.

Her chest feels cold.