"Don't help her," Molly said. "She'll kill us anyway."
"That may be, but at least you'll live longer."
"All right, but I can't work here. We have to go back to Seabrooke. You and I can go. Leave everyone else alone."
"There's very noble of you," Veronica said. "I see why Samantha liked you. But I can't leave them here to row over and tell the police as soon as we're gone."
"What can they do? They're little kids. We'll burn any other boats. There's no way they can build a new one."
"Maybe." Veronica lowered the knife and then shoved Molly on top of Helena and Phyllis. "Let the little brats stay here and starve to death for all I care."
Molly got to her feet with tears in her eyes. "Joseph, you can't do this. We can't let her have the Fountain of Youth. She'll use it to hurt more people."
"This is the only way," Joseph said. He went over to hug Molly. "You did everything you could. Now I have to do what I can." He wiped the tears from her eyes. "Try to find somewhere safe to hide when we get back. That's our only hope."
She nodded. They hugged again, but this time Veronica yanked Joseph away by the arm. She kept the knife at his back as they headed for the beach. Joseph managed to take a look back at Molly, who remained standing there with tears in her eyes. He waved to her, knowing it was the last time they would see each other again.