Despite this being a crossover with Alice: The Madness Returns and Doctor Who - Alice in Wonderland, 2010 ties in quite a lot as well later on in the story.
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Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium
-T.S Eliot
Chapter 1:
Alice Liddell walked down the dark, streets of London by herself. The wind stirred up in large gusts and her lank hair blew into her face. She really shouldn't be outside at a time like this but couldn't bear to be inside at a time like this. Alice couldn't sleep due to a dream or rather a nightmare and wasn't feeling quite herself at the moment. Despite the fact she had given herself the advice to remain inside she was much too restless to listen.
"You'd better watch your step, Alice. This is not a good idea at all..., "she said quietly, to herself.
Jst as she was whispering this to herself she realized there was a man headed towards her. Growing anxious, Alice was about to change her direction when he stepped into the weak glow of the street lamp. He was a tallish young man with light brown hair pushed to the side in an interesting way. The man was dressed in the clothes that suited the era, especially the coat, but there was something...odd about him. His voice sounded just as anxious as she had felt previously. "Er...Could you tell me what year it is?"
'What a curious question...' Alice thought to herself before replying, still a bit suspicious. "1872."
"1872?" he muttered to himself as he glanced around.
"Yes, 1872... Is there something wrong, Sir?"She ventured to ask.
"No, no, no..."
"Well, you said it three times. Usually if you say something three times it is either true or very much the opposite." Alice commented, simply.
The man's frown turned into a smirk at the statement.
Alice couldn't help but smirk back. This man really was a strange one. "Who are you anyway?"
"I'm the Doctor."
Alice paled slightly and the Doctor noticed this; feeling puzzled by her sudden fear.
"I don't need a Doctor!" She shouted, her voice rising considerably. "I'm not mad! I'm not-"
"-that type of Doctor, don't..." He gently held her shoulders to stop her wild gestures. "You see, they just call me the Doctor - I don't know why. I call me the Doctor too - I still don't know why."
Alice calmed down a bit. Her breathing was irregular though. "Sorry, I'm sorry..."
The Doctor shook his head and removed his hands from her shoulders which Alice hadn't realized were there till after he had done so. "No, it's fine. I apologize... Who are you?"
Alice swallowed. That question brought back queer memories. "My name is Alice."
"Alice? That's a lovely name." The Doctor smiled attempting to lighten the situation.
"Thank you," she replied, unsure where this conversation was going and thinking she should leave. "I really must be leaving now though."
The Doctor nodded and gave a slight bow. "Goodbye, Miss Alice."
As he walked off into the ominous fog, Alice had a peculiar feeling this wasn't the last she'd see of this man.
