I do not own a single ounce of Lewis Carroll's riveting masterpiece(s). I do own, only the few characters that will be introduced later in this tale of madness.

Author's note:

I've had this idea in my head for a while now, it's been trying to poke its way out. This is my second account, thus I consider myself a veteran of Fanfiction.

There will be no romantic love in this tale between canon's, there will however be madness between canon's.

I wrote this in order to ask questions, and hopefully you will to, for I may even confuse myself along the way, and most certainly you will to.

This story does follow a slight mix between the Original and Tim Burton's version(not to the point where I'm literally throwing in an entire central plot. It's in bits and pieces, or at least that's what I'll hope it'll be.)

I hope whoever reads this will enjoy it, and I do love constructive criticism, but not flaming. I've flamed, I know how good it feels to sometimes feel like you're on top, but it is bullying(I've been trying to better myself), so if you have something benign to say, do so in your mind, or write it down a piece of paper and show it to your mommy.

Of Alice: Conclusion

Prologue:

Ah, yes...conclusion. Funny, how conclusions can work. There never truly is an "end" in books...or in songs even, unless they truly have an end.

I was at my conclusion, but something happened to me that disrupted my approaching conclusion. I was called-again. Course, I was batty as a hatter, and shriveled as a prune, and laying on my bed with nothing but bloody sores on my back but when I heard that calling, I answered, not right away mind you, because I thought it was nothing but those symptoms mongering about and causing affliction in my head.

When I was first exposed to my calling, it sounded like a rhyme, and started like this,
"Remember remember my never surrender, you'll find me there with a hint of better. Evermore it will come until..."

And that was all I heard, or at least what I thought I heard until I woke up. I told my son, Hattagan, of the voice I heard, said it sounded just like his late father Maverick because it truly did, or at least I thought it did. Remember I said I was batty as though mercury had been poured down my throat but I knew that voices. Hattagan just passed it off, he said, "Mum, here have some tea. It'll put your mind at ease. It has jasmine in it...your favorite."

So apparently tea was the solution to my willy nillyness.

I heard that voice roughly five moons ago, and I wanted answers, and soon. My conclusion was coming ever closer, I could feel it-literally. For better or for worse, of late, that one place...that one place had been on my mind, almost to the point where I was retelling myself my exact endeavors. It was disappearing though, thus I felt my conclusion approaching mentally

Don't think me damaged or pathogenic. I was neither. I was just bloody old. And lost, but I don't think that that was a reason behind my bedridden state. Funny how being lost can intertwine itself within my state, huh, how intriguing.

It was a night ago on the seventh moon that I had last heard the voice whisper such a rhyme that I saw the rabbit.

Really, I saw a rabbit, dressed rather grotesquely in a torn vest, his eyes blood red and his fur was rather ill looking(more of a mix between goose droppings and rum).

There he was, on my dresser near the window, staring at the nearing full moon. He then looked at me, hauntingly and sadly, held up his pocket watch, tarnished it was, and tapped it three times.

He then said, in a rough hoarse voice, "Third times the charm, Alice. Make it quick."

I then blinked and he was gone.

It was then I knew, that was my calling, my true calling, and it was about time I answered. I had to return to...oh fiddlesticks! The name, if only it were glued to my memory! Somehow, someway, I had to go somewhere that I swear I had once been before, and I was relying more on my senses to get me there, and my senses were yearning rather strongly. However, though this yearning was inclining me to escape...everything, there were issues at hand that work against me...my what troublesome issues they were too.