Michael. Maybe Michael would know what's going on? But what if he doesn't know? What if his brother was going through this too? What if he was the only one? He just killed that man over nothing. He'd gotten so angry and now he was dead. He couldn't control himself or these--these wings. Why was this happening to him?

In his panic he ducks down an alley and gets lost somewhere in the middle of storybooke, hiding and catching his breath. Something tugs at him to go higher, climb up the fire escape to the roof of a building, but he ignores it. He sinks to the ground instead, hugging his knees and trying to get himself to calm down for just a moment to think straight. He's sober now at least, but his head is still spinning from all of this. He puts his head against his knees to try and breath, closing his eyes tight and just thinking of his brother. Michael was always there for him somehow, he'd protected him since they were young, he'd helped out, got him a life here. Now it's all spiraling out of his control.

He's only partially aware of the wings shifting and opening, responding to his need for Michael to be here. They gently extend and flap in a slow, light rhythm to attempt to summon the other.