That was quite an image. In a way, she wonders if it will be the same way with Rumpel. Would he appear in a puff of smoke, coming to rescue her and whisking her away to Storybrooke. But that was a fairy tale (ironic considering.) That image had somehow sustained her in the years she was in Regina's tower. Unfortunately, it never came true. Reality was always more painful. She would have hope, but she wouldn't delude herself.

"I hope he does." Belle said, placing her hand on his shoulder.

She quickly checks her tag as well. "Let me help you get to your room then."