In his cage in the farmhouse, it grew on him like a threat. Even when he was too crazy to do anything but spin and fill as many hours as he could. Self-soothing, if you could call it that when you were juggling two minds at once. If it was growing it meant she was coming soon.

And now. Well that hung on him even more, didn't it?

"Many people back in Storybrooke aware that this is your intention?"