AN: This is a 'maybe' story. I can continue, but I want to know if you guys want more. This is a simple retelling of the miniseries, so let me know what you think and enjoy!

Chapter One

The knock on the door was rapid. It sounded like Thumper –that little rabbit from Bambi- was smashing his knuckles against the other side of Alice's metal door. She already knew who it was without having to answer it.

"Mom!" she called from the bathroom. "Could you let Randy in, please?"

Smiling to herself, the matriarch did as he daughter asked and opened the front door, revealing the wide smile of Alice's oldest friend.

"Randy," She smiled crookedly.

"Hey, Mrs. Hamilton." Randy beamed.

"Did you break a knuckle on my door?" she teased. Randy shuffled on her feet slightly, but said nothing about her excited knocking. Still musing to herself, Carol stepped aside. "She's in the bathroom."

"Thanks," Randy offered as she jogged into the apartment.

Alice and Randy had been friends since childhood. Being without siblings, Alice had only her friends, and even then, she didn't have many. She was headstrong and tended to rub people the wrong way, so as a result, she had a hard time connecting with girls her own age. But Randy was different. When the two met, they immediately hit it off. Randy helped Alice loosen up, helped her break out of her regimented schedule and just helped her –especially when her dad left.

Alice was in the process of combing her hair when Randy immediately appeared in the doorway without a sound. She'd just suddenly materialized with her wide smile. It made Alice jump.

"Don't do that." She hissed through her teeth as she smacked her best friend.

"Sorry," Randy laughed, sounding anything but apologetic. "Soooo," Randy's smile grew as she chewed on her bottom lip. "Tonight's the night, huh?"

"Yeah," Alice chuckled to herself. "Are you going to behave?"

"Pft," Randy scoffed. "No."

Alice groaned, but her smile hadn't faded. She knew Randy was only teasing, but if the young woman sensed anything off about Alice's boyfriend, she'd say something about it -loudly, probably.

Randy was like Alice's polar opposite. Not only were they physically different, but personality-wise, they shouldn't work. Randy was a little taller than Alice. She had sun-kissed skin and bright blonde hair. Her eyes glittered green and her lips were full. She was pretty, but Alice knew a lot of that had to do with Randy's personality, too. She was warm, kind and full of life. She was bubbly without being overly so and fiercely loyal. Alice loved her like a sister.

Randy helped Alice finish her hair and shortly after, Jack arrived. He was attractive, tall, and everything Alice said he was. The moment his back was turned to Randy, she mimed, oh my god, causing Alice to blush crimson.

Dinner was nice and the conversation moved along easily, but it soon came time the two wanted to be alone, so Randy and Carol moved into the back of the apartment. The two of them tried not to spy and keep to themselves, though admittedly, they didn't try too hard. They regretted that choice about twenty minutes after disappearing.

The argument was quick and short, but Alice's voice was unmistakable. Slowly, the two emerged, just as Jack left. Alice was heartbroken so being who they were –her mother and best friend- they comforted her.

"Alice, come on," Randy sighed softly. "You've been in love with this guy for weeks. Why are you so scared about taking the next step?"

"You know why," she sulked.

Randy's jaw tightened and she shook her head. She struggled to keep from pointing out that Jack wasn't her father and she didn't have to keep punishing herself over something that happened so long ago, but she didn't. Randy lost count of how many times she'd repeated those words through the years.

When Alice sat up, she shifted and felt something in her pocket. To her shock, she removed a ring box from her dress. She was horrified and a bit insulted. It felt like Jack left the ring behind to either remind her of what she was giving up, or because it ensured he'd see her again. Well, he was right. There was no way Alice was going to keep the ring and immediately charged out of the apartment to return it.

Randy stood to follow, but Carol stopped her. She told the blonde the two needed time to talk, but Randy wasn't so sure. Something felt off –wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it, but somehow, Randy knew she needed to follow Alice and did, whether Carol wanted her to or not.

Leaving the apartment, it took Randy longer than she would have liked to spot her friend. Alice seemed to have vanished, disappeared into thin air. Randy growled her agitation. If she hadn't hesitated-

The sound of screeching tires and a familiar voice yelling wait drew Randy's immediate attention. Without hesitation, she raced towards the direction of the noises, both annoyed and unsettled that they led her into an alley. No sooner than she reached the mouth of it, however, Alice ran off again. A brief glimpse of her blue dress was all Randy had.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me." Randy growled to herself. The building Alice was racing into looked like the setting of a horror movie.

Grumbling to herself, Randy immediately jogged after Alice one more –chastising herself for wearing flip-flops and Alice for running off in the first place.

The foreboding building loomed overhead. Its blacked out –missing- windows were fathomless and a chill instantly took her shoulders, but Randy didn't stop. She didn't even hesitate. She couldn't. It was her job to protect her stupid friend, whether Alice made it easy or not.

Randy dashed through the abandoned halls and paused periodically. The sounds of Alice's distant footfalls were her only guide. As she rounded another in a long line of corners, Randy finally caught sight of Alice. The brunette was charging angrily up a flight of questionable stairs.

"Alice!" Randy shouted, borderline angrily.

Alice barely looked over her shoulders and didn't bother to stop. "They took Jack!"

Randy's jaw clenched. "Alice!" she yelled again, "Stop!" but she didn't. Within seconds, Alice was gone yet again. Randy cursed repeatedly under her breath before following suit.

Alice ran. She ran as fast as she could, as hard as she could, and still it didn't seem enough. No matter how much ground she thought she covered, there was more between her and the man in white. Still, she pressed on.

As she rounded a corner, Alice was immediately confronted with a large, antique mirror leaning against a random wall. She suddenly dug her heels into the ground, but with her gathered speed and the dust over the concrete, her momentum was almost too much. She slid and nearly fell into the giant piece of glass before managing to stop just short of it.

Her brows came together as she stared at the mirror. It was enormous –too heavy to move often- and yet completely unscathed by the word around it. There was no dust, no damage, and yet, there was no way anyone would bring something like this into a building so dilapidated.

As she remained distracted by the piece, something smashed into Alice's back and she was forced into the mirror –and that wasn't a figure of speech. Instead of crashing against the solid surface, Alice went in to the mirror, as though the surface was as fluid as water.

Alice screamed as she fell, but the sound was echoed. To her shock, Randy was just to her left, falling into the fathomless abyss alongside her. That's what slammed into her back: Randy. Evidently, the blonde hadn't been able to stop in time.

As they fell through the void, they prayed for it to end. The longer they fell and were wrapped in terror, the more they wanted to once again be on solid ground. They should have prayed for something else. Suddenly, the two smashed into the unforgiving ground.

The air was knocked out of Alice. Her body ached, her head throbbed, but she was alive –something Alice knew she shouldn't be. The distance she fell, the speed at which she hit the ground should have killed her. Hell, she should have burst into a thousand pieces –like an over-filled balloon.

A groan to her left drew her eye. Like herself, Randy was lying on her stomach with her face smashed into the ground.

"Ow," Randy mumbled as she pushed herself up just a bit. Her eyes narrowed as she looked around.

It seemed as though they'd traded one broken-down building for another. And yet, they were on a strange island of grass (complete with flowers) in a sea of water. Hanging from the ceiling were dozens of wires, some of which touched the water while they sparked, and lights in the distance flickered.

"Where the hell are we?" Randy groaned as she and Alice stood.

"I don't know." Alice's voice was soft and distant as she looked around. Her heart sank. She had no idea where she was and she was afraid because of it, but before she could fall deeper into her fear, the Man in White appeared in the distance. "Hey!"

Randy opened her mouth to speak, but was never given the chance. Alice leapt off the small island they'd landed on and into the water laced with electrical cords.

"Alice!" she screamed.

But Alice didn't stop. She didn't even bother looking over her shoulder like last time. Instead, she ran. Alice was hunting the Man in White like he was her prey, and Randy knew what that meant. It meant Alice would never stop.

Again grumbling to herself, angry and annoyed, Randy leapt into the electrified water and charged after her stupid friend. When they got back –if they got back- they were going to have a serious talk about their friendship.

The water was only inches deep which meant running through it was an easy task, but again, Randy had chosen to wear flip-flops that day and hated herself for it. Unlike Alice, Randy only wore a white shirt and jeans –she didn't have a date- but now she hated her casual attire. Sneakers or boots. From now on, she swore to wear nothing but sneakers, or boots.

Struggling to keep the sandals on her feet, Randy chased after Alice. They wove through the halls, out a door and onto a narrow platform. Alice was nearly glued to the wall when Randy emerged a moment later.

"What is this place?" Alice asked in shock. They were surrounded by crumbling buildings. The sight was incredible and sad at the same time. It actually broke Randy's heart.

"A dying city," Randy muttered in shock.

Still in awe, Alice looked around and spotted the Man in White again. Like before, she ran and like before, Randy followed.

They ran along the towering walkway, through rubble and bramble, and to a wide path. Alice saw Jack being hauled inside by two men in black suits. He was unconscious, hanging limply between the two. It didn't look as though they'd hurt him yet, but Alice was smart enough to know that didn't mean Jack was safe.

"Jack," she breathed.

Randy narrowed her eyes, watching the group as they disappeared through a pair of doors, closely followed by the Man in White. Alice was filled with rage the instant she saw the old man with pigtails and ran forward once more. This time, Randy was assertive.

She ran after Alice with determination and before her friend could open the metal doors, she grabbed her. Alice felt the steel-like fingers of Randy's hand wrap around her bicep and yank her back. She stared at the blonde in shock.

"Stop it," she hissed through her teeth.

"Hey," Alice snapped as she wrenched her arm away. Her brows came together as she stared at Randy. "This is where they took him, okay? So, this is where I'm going."

She spoke derisively. Each word was laced with sarcasm and it made Randy immediately glower.

"Stop. It." She growled again. "You don't know what's in there, so just stop, okay?" Alice opened her mouth to speak again, but Randy cut her off quickly. "Just," she interjected before Alice could say a word, "Let me look first, okay?"

Alice snapped her mouth shut, but her defiance began to waver. She shifted on her feet and whether she wanted to or not, she nodded. With a sharp nod of her own, Randy let go of Alice's arm and turned her attention to the door.

Taking a deep breath, Randy took hold of the door's handle and gently pulled it open. The hinges made no sound –for which she was grateful- and she could see inside. The walls were thick with vines, the floor overgrown, but there was no one. The halls were empty. Randy relaxed as much as she assumed she'd be able to. At least there weren't guards and who-knew-what-else waiting just beyond the steel doors.

Alice stood at the edge of the stairway when she heard the groan from above. Leaning to the side, she stared up at a hovering craft. Logically, she knew it was some kind of plane, but planes couldn't linger like this thing did. It wasn't a helicopter, either, because there were no propellers. Whatever it was, she knew it was searching for something.

A spotlight suddenly illuminated the area just beside her. The light grazed her skin and to her horror, a mark appeared. The instant she was lit up, a green, paisley pattern emerged.

Randy heard the humming coming from above and turned just in time to see the green appear. Fear gripped her chest. Without a care as to what or who may be hidden inside the building, Randy grabbed Alice by the scruff of her dress and yanked her into the shelter before the light could pass back over them.

The pair stumbled and nearly fell over one another as they rushed into the relative safety of the building, but they gathered themselves quickly enough.

"This place just gets weirder and weirder." Alice muttered.

"Yeah," was all Randy could reply.

Slowly, the pair began to explore the interior of the building. They looked down identical halls, but had nothing to show for it. Jack and whoever had taken him were long gone and Alice's heart sank as a result.

But as they looked around, Alice spotted something odd. At the end of one hall was a small room. The bright white light illuminated a small table. Atop the table sat a bottle of pink liquid. Alice's brows came together and curiosity filled her. Before she could think better of it, she headed for the bottle.

Randy was busy searching. She'd taken a few steps away from Alice as she searched one of the halls. When she turned to speak to her friend, to tell her they could follow this path away, Alice was gone. To Randy's horror, the brunette was at the opposite end of the hall. Randy immediately ran for her. For some reason, bad things tended to follow Alice today.

Alice –ignorant to the repetitive clap of Randy's approaching flip-flops- picked up the bottle and read the small card.

Curiosity, she flipped it over, killed the cat!

A shock of fear raced through her body. Alice quickly set the bottle down again, as though the bit of glass was somehow the thing that would attack.

"Hey!" Randy snapped, forcing Alice to look up. "The hell are you doing in here?"

"I…" Alice's words fell short. Honestly, she didn't have a good reason.

Growling to herself, Randy grabbed Alice's arm. "Come on," she said, "We need to get out of here before-"

A wall suddenly dropped behind Randy. She leapt back in surprise, knocking into the table and pushing it to the ground as a result. They were sealed in, cut off from the rest of the world. Randy released Alice and immediately began to smash her fist into the padded wall. She had a temper and combined with the fear Alice knew was running through her… well, Alice knew to put some space between them.

But there would be no space between them, not for long, anyway. Grinding gears brought Randy out of her anger. The sound surrounded them and soon, they saw why. Suddenly, the ceiling began to descend. In some instinctual attempt to save themselves, Alice and Randy dropped to the floor. Alice yelled for whoever was controlling it to stop, and surprisingly enough, it did. Before they could breathe their relief, however, the walls did the same. Randy propped herself against one of the walls and her legs against the other in a weak attempt to keep them from being crushed. As cliché as it may sound, she felt her life flash before her eyes. In those quick seconds, she honestly thought she'd die. But she didn't. Neither of them did.

The grinding sound ended and the world went still. Breathing heavily and borderline shaking, Alice and Randy looked to one another. The same few questions coursed through their minds, but neither had the answer.

A small rectangular window on one of the walls slid open with a sharp sound. It drew their eyes and to their shock, the Man in White stared back. Randy's eyes went wide.

"Well, well, well," he chimed in an oddly calm voice, "Two for the price of one."

"What's happening?" Randy demanded as strongly as she could. The Man in White's eyes drifted to her, but he didn't reply. Her jaw clenched and in his blank expression, she found her anger. Rearing back, she thrust her heel into the wall he hid behind. "I asked you a question!"

"Temper, temper," he chided without real tone.

"What the hell is going on?" Alice's voice shook.

"You shouldn't have followed me, little Oysters." He sighed.

"Wait!" Alice yelled as he began to back away. "Come back!" But he didn't.

The cage –and that was the only word Randy could assign to whatever they were in- began to shift and jostle. The two pressed themselves into a corner as best they could, but it did little to help either of them when the entire box shifted.

A moment or so later, Alice spotted light glowing from beneath the edge of the box.

"Hey," she said as she began to scramble, "Maybe… maybe we can find the lock?"

"And do what with it?" Randy tried to remove the agitation she felt, but it was admittedly difficult. "Can't pick a lock from inside."

"No, but," Alice shot back. Their combined nerves were shot, so she didn't hold Randy's tense tone against her, "But… maybe there's a latch, or something?" Alice began to dig in her hair and soon revealed her hairpin. "Maybe we can get out of this."

Randy's brows came together as she stared at her oldest friend. She knew Alice was 'scrappy' and most times she loved that about the brunette, but right now… she just wanted this to be over.

"Okay," she sighed. "Okay,"

Alice smiled wide. She felt better having Randy on her side again. So, together, they ran their hands beneath the gap. They shifted around one another, did their best to work without interfering, but Randy found nothing. Her fingers touched nothing through the gap.

"I can't-"

Without warning, the bottom suddenly gave out. While Randy hadn't found a single thing, Alice was luckier. Her hairpin had caught the edge of a latch and with some maneuvering, it came undone. When it had, the bottom swung open and the two fell. Again, Randy's luck wasn't on her side. While Alice managed to only just catch herself on the edge of the crate, Randy fell –and she fell far. With a scream, she fell into the waters below.

"Randy!" Alice yelled, but of course there was no response. There was nothing of Randy, save the brief splash of water when she hit.

Fear surged inside her. Alice knew she'd never leave Randy. With her arms threatening to give out at any moment, Alice steeled herself and after a count of three, she dropped, plummeting into the waters below.

Ice embraced her the instant the water surrounded her. It was disorienting and frigid and it took all of her concentration to breach the surface. Alice took in one long, gasping breath after another as she struggled to gather her wits once again.

"Randy!" she screamed, but there was no immediate response. "Miranda!"

"I," came from behind. Alice spun to see her water-logged friend, "hate you, so much, Alice Hamilton."

"Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not okay!" she snapped. "Nothing about this is okay."

"I know," she sighed. "I know, but… at least we're out of that thing." She said with a weak, lighthearted smile. Randy immediately rolled her eyes. "So, uh…" Alice looked around and spotted a city in the distance. "Come on,"

Randy stared at her friend wide-eyed while Alice began to swim into the distance. "Are you kidding me!?" she snapped indignantly. "That's got to be… miles off."

"It's either there, or wait for something in the water to eat us." Alice called back.

Randy glowered and whether she wanted to or not, she began to follow. Alice Hamilton… one of a kind and a major pain in the ass…