princehonorable | How the hell am I supposed to find a room with no door?

At first, the oppressive weather had been a fairly big detriment to the door, but it had lurked in Charming's mind the more he'd been away from it. The cold had stopped the pain of the dreamshade and the quiet had been peaceful, almost soothing. He doesn't want to go there alone, though, because the fear of getting lost out there is too great and he does need to find Neverland. He'd figured out quickly enough that he needed someone who could track, someone who could hunt.

Seeing as Snow isn't here, he's got the next best thing.

Once he's equipped them both with packs of food and thick coats, Charming leads Graham to the icy world behind the propped open door, realizing once they're in the midst of snow and ice that it's actually exactly what he needs right now. The air is brisk and freezing and it makes his face hurt, but the dreamshade is a world away and the world is a blank canvas for them to explore.

He sets his pick in the ice, grinning at Graham like a madman. "What do you think?" he shouts above the high winds. "Should we keep heading West?"

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The Huntsman knew of the worlds that lay beyond the Enchanted Forest, worlds that the Nexus did not touch but stood still outside of the world without magic as they had known Storybrooke. The details of that knowledge were vague, like broad paintstrokes without time taken to do more than highlight the fact that there were at least a dozen such worlds or realms. That some were with magic, some with magic unlike their own, and a few wholly without it. He still knew nothing of this Neverland beyond perhaps a passing mention of the name, a scrap overheard in waiting to report to the Queen of the latest outing she had sent him on but soon hushed up when he entered the room.

"Poison or potion?" He asked, attempting to understand the facts as the prince had laid them out and immediately thinking of what could be done or undone. "There is no poison without antidote, as there is no curse without a way to break it. There must be a way."

He had not done all he had already for the prince to die and Snow to not be allowed the happy ending she deserved.

"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."

Poison and magic were beyond the capabilities the Huntsman had ever harbored, and where Graham had known of only one of the two, the two halves of him together had no love for either. He preferred instead the straight forward nature of bladed weapons or of bows, of fighting with fists and teeth and nerve. The idea of insidious weaponry had never been to his taste and had become a subject he reared instinctively back from, though he pushed through his own distaste for those who used such things to focus on the problem at hand.

"The doctors here, have you seen any of them?" He understood there was at least one, and with the medical suite perhaps there was a way around a door-locked antidote.

"Several weeks back, when I was feeling very weak, I went and saw one," Charming replies, thinking back to the pain and how horrible it had been. He had been willing to do anything to make it go away, even give up on fighting in order to find some respite. "They couldn't treat the poison, but they could treat the pain. It's strange, though. Being here, in these places, it seems to slow it." It never stops, but it slows, and it's usually enough to keep him fighting to find a way home.

Right now, though, he's getting too worn to do even that. "What I really need is to find a door back to Neverland, find the source of it all."

"Weeks?" Graham echoed, the hollowness within him dulling but not wholly negating the guilt that speared through him at the suggestion that he had been so entirely wrapped up in his own difficulties he had missed something so integral. The time seemed to have coincided a little too neatly with Emma's arrival, or at least his awareness of it and the news that had followed.

At a loss for an immediate plan, or any plan at all he could think of that might deliver the other man back to a world he himself had never heard of before, he opened and then shut his mouth. A moment later he finally asked, "What can I do?"

Charming isn't willing to think of the long term in negative suggestions, but there's one that he can't forget about, because no matter how optimistic and positive he wants to be, this keeps coming back to him. "I need you to keep an eye on Emma and Snow, if she ever comes," he says, a pit beginning to grow in his stomach. "If I die, I need to make sure that my family is taken care of."

Through the whipping winds, in the ice and snow, it feels strange to be talking about a poison he earned in the jungle. "I want a cure, more than anything, and that requires getting back to Neverland."

As little as he wants as Graham to deny any chance of there not being a way around the poison, of Charming's fate not being then in flux and no longer so assured, the Huntsman had known too many unhappy endings to not be pragmatic on the matter. "If that comes to pass," he told him, unwilling still to allow what the spoke of to be a certainty not possibility. "I will watch over them to my dying breath. You have my word, David."

The irony of the oath he had made was not entirely lost on him. How little time he had until his dying breath was built to the specifications of the hotel, to his avoidance of doors that led back to their world. The laws the micro-world of the hotel had been built upon were a mystery to him, but all he knew then was that as long as he remained within its hold he might stay alive.

"I will look," he said, seeing no reason to draw the world in terms of dramaticism he did not then feel. "Tell me what I need look for."

He's not sure Graham should look, is the problem. He's not sure how the mechanics of life work here, but Graham is no longer alive back home and does that mean all the worlds they're a part of? If that's the case, then he doesn't know if he should bring that into question. "I don't know," he finally says, after weighing his options. "I don't like the idea of you losing your life by looking for something that might help me. After all, who knows if they're interconnected," he points out.

"Maybe someone else can help. Ruby, maybe." Seeing as he's yet to tell Emma about it.

How the hell am I supposed to find a room with no door?

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