Though he agreed to go with the doctor, he starts to tense again as the hospital comes into view. Bad memories about hospitals, though he's in such a frayed state that he doesn't know if they're from his life here or the curse. Either way: not based on anything real.

And the news takes a moment to hit him, as if he's not sure if it's a good thing or not that his being here isn't, apparently, deliberate. There's nobody to blame, nobo Evil Queen who sought out to hurt him and every other transplant in town, which should be considered a plus. But it also means there's nobody who can send him home, or bring Grace here. So he'll have to do it on his own-- or try-- as he had when he was trapped in Wonderland.

(Because that worked out so well for him.)

His fingers curl into his palms, short nails digging in, and he shakes his head. "No! There has to be a way out. It's not... not science or technology; it's magic." There's anger on top of his desperation. "I just need magic. To-- to get it to work."

He'll make a portal, or he'll go mad trying, because there's really no alternative so long as he knows Grace is out there.