"Are you really sure you should have another drink, Robin?" Gretel asked in a concerned voice. I slumped at the counter of her and Hansel's bakery, where she was—reluctantly—supplying me with a good amount of beer. Drowning my worries about Snow and Henry seemed to be the only thing I could do now. Since the news yesterday that Snow had also gone missing, all my enthusiasm for the case had gone away.

"I need more, Gretel," I insisted.

"You most certainly do not." Hugo Charming sat down beside me. "What you should be doing is looking for Snow and Henry. Who knows what's happening to them? Instead of drinking yourself into stupidity, you should be helping the rest of us look!"

I slammed my fist against the counter furiously. "Look where?" I spread my hands. "We've looked everywhere, Hugo. Your brother is gone. I never should've brought him along and now he's probably dead because of me. Snow, too. First I lost Marian, now them."

Hugo did something I never expected him to do. Before I could move, he'd slammed his hand into my cup of beer, knocking it on the floor and shattering it. "Man up!" Hugo yelled, shoving his stool back as he stood. "Me and my brothers lost Harold! Do you really want us to lose Henry as well?"

My temper flared in response to Hugo's. "What can I do about it? I've done everything I possibly can!"

"Everything?" Hugo arched his eyebrows. "I seriously doubt that. If you'd tried everything, we would've found Henry or Snow by now. Therefore, you haven't tried everything."

I stood up, dwarfing the boy. Oddly enough, Hugo didn't shy back. "Blast you, boy!" I snarled. "Do you really think I want them to die? Are you trying to lay that guilt upon me? Don't you think I already feel bad enough?!"

"Professor Hood!"

"Uncle Robin!" The two voices hailed me at the same time. Slightly unsteadily after the alcohol I'd had, I turned to face them. It was none other than my own nephew, Will, in the company of Belle. Both looked distressed.

"Where were you two?" Hugo asked, frowning slightly at Belle. Seeing her with another young man probably made him believe she was being unfaithful to Harold's memory.

Belle was too out of breath to respond, but Will spoke, extending a letter to me. "It was addressed to us, Uncle," he said. "They wanted us to lead you into a trap to save Snow and Henry."

I read the letter before carefully tucking it into my dress coat's pocket. After that, I turned and looked at Hugo. "It seems you were right, my boy," I said. "Not all our leads are exhausted. Now get your brothers, and Rapunzel. We have to plan my walking into a trap."