"Poison," Charming confirms, a hooded look in his eyes that's easy to see, even with the Arctic winds blowing around them. "They dipped their arrows in it and it's slowly killing me." It's strange to be so honest about it after lying by omission for so long. "And if there is an antidote, it's going to be in Neverland. I had hope that I could find it, but I haven't been able to find a door back to Neverland and the rest," he says. "And barring Hook or Pan showing up here, the number of people I know who know about Neverland rest at none."

He manages a dark smile. "Being out here, in the cold? It helps. It dulls the pain."