In an instant, Rumpelstiltskin's attention compounds into a sharpened point. Where Greta may have merely been vaguely intriguing, she now has his undivided interest.

"Travel to other worlds," he whispers, the words nearly soundless but for the snap of the consonants. He leans forward, eyes glittering, and it is more of a command than a suggestion when he continues: "Do tell me more."