[Private to Sara]

It's been four days.

[An hour later, with no response, he tries again.]

Time's up, tick tock. Get me out of here.

[More time passes, still nothing.]

Sara.

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[Now public]

My dear, lovely Warden seems to have forgotten her duties. For shame.

Let me out of here. [Someone, anyone, he doesn't care] Now.

She's gone. [Best day ever. Screw you, Emma Swan.]

Visitors, Jefferson's the name. I have traveled far and wide and I used to specialize in obtaining, uh... hard to find items. [Read: stealing] And I'm looking to come out of retirement. [Because thanks to Zev, he doesn't think he deserves his daughter. And if he's going to concede Grace to those people, then you better believe he's backsliding.]

Get me another hat. Get me out of here. Name your price. We can work something out.

[This was meant to be private to Morgana but in his rage, the filter doesn't work right. So public for everyone.]

She's here.

You know what the real problem here is? It isn't the big bad aliens, or the bad driving or even the fact that you Wardens haven't a clue of what you're doing and yet you think you know better than us about our lives.

It's that you don't belong here. It's the boat. It's not a place of redemption, it's a floating psych experiment and all of you are just playing along. Like sheep. But at least sheep don't make play that they're something they're not.

[He seems to hate the idea of talking to any of you but:]

If you've seen a black cat, I need to know. Her name is Grace.

Don't try to pick her up. Just tell me if you see her.

Who brought me here? I don't know this magic. It wasn't the hat. Was it you, Regina? Is this another of your tricks to screw me over again? Haven't you done enough?

Bring me back.