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This story is actually a dream I had, the dream stops somewhere in the third chapter, but I will continue to write more! I hope you find it as interesting as I did. R&R!

SUMMARY:

What happened after Alice left Underland? And what happens when she is called upon to help once more? What if McTwisp brings back the wrong Alice?

Three years have passed since Alice left Underland, but an uknown fact has prevented her to return and now another Alice Kingsly must take her anscestors place to save Underland and it's inhabitants.

The light from the street lamps illuminated the damp road and cast dancing shadows on the footpath. A darkly coloured sedan drove quickly past the rows of houses, ignoring their existence. There was a slight buzz from the powerlines overhead, but they didn't worry the young female making her way home. Her footsteps seemed to echo in the silent street and announce her presence to the world.

Her hands were hidden deeply in the pockets of her jacket and fog escaped her mouth every time she breathed out. The winter air rushed into her lungs and froze them with each breath. Short, white hair flicked in the breeze, trying to escape their roots. She moved briskly across the road and hopped a little as she stepped over the curb. A million thoughts raced through her mind; each one grabbing her full attention as it came to the surface.

Somewhere in the distance a car backfired, but it went unnoticed as the young female slipped her house key into its lock. She turned it and a series of clicks unlocked the door. It was pushed open and the figure walked inside, she took off her coat and shut the door. Fumbling for the light, her eyes burned when the switch was finally flicked and light filled the entry room.

Although to the naked eye the house would look pristine, untouched, clean, and amazingly immaculate. To the eyes that know roamed around the room there was something out of place and everything had a place. The pencils that were supposed to sit in a cup on the entry table were now astray from their ordered position in the house. They had been carelessly thrown where ever the intruder felt was necessary. Some on the floor some scattered across the table.

The young female, in her early twenty's, stood staring at the pencils and listening for any sound her house didn't usually make. Eerie silence seemed to smother her and soon a high pitch ringing bounced off of her eardrums. She began to walk towards the kitchen, just to make some noise to fill the silence when there was a faint sound from up stairs. The sound would have gone unnoticed if it were daytime with the bustling traffic, but tonight the streets were empty and sound seemed to reverberate through the house.

What sounded like someone shifting their weight caused the boards on the second story to creak with annoyance. Blue eyes stared at the roof as if she could see through the houses structure. Unhappy with the noise and the now eerie silence, Alice wrapped her fingers around the handle of a large carving knife. Slowly she pulled it from its home in the knife block and gripped it tightly.

Slowly, the young girl snuck up the stairs; missing the fifth one because she knew it would make a horrible creaking noise if put under any strain. Once at the top of the stairs Alice looked around to find that the light in her bedroom was on and the door was shut. She listened carefully only to hear small voices coming from behind the white door. Suddenly the voices stopped and Alice gripped the knife tighter; her knuckles turning white under the pressure.

Breathing in deeply, Alice decided that it would be to her advantage to burst through the door and stun the intruder. After finding that the stillness was too much to bare, it was time to make her move. Alice took one last breath before letting her hand hover over the door handle, a moment passed as she let go of that breath she burst into her bedroom.

Her plan worked perfectly; the intruders were definitely stunned, unfortunately so was Alice. Instead of a large, scary looking man standing there (which is what she expected) there was a series of animals, one of whom -a white rabbit in a waist coat- had seemed to have lost consciousness. Alice's eye darted from one fuzzy creature to the next there was a rabbit, a mouse, a large hare and two strangely similar boys. The mouse suddenly moved forward to kick the passed out rabbit and with one hard punt to the ribs the animal jumped into life.

The knife Alice was so fond of suddenly dropped to the floor with a loud clang. She blinked her eyes a few times before settling her gaze on the mouse; the only one so far to make an independent movement. She had noticed that all the animals were wearing clothes and that the all stood upright. With the confusion suddenly becoming too much for poor Alice she found her vision quickly blurred as she fell to the floor.

The mouse walked up to her motionless form and gently kicked her, hoping to have the same effect as the rabbit, but the young girl didn't move.

"She is most certainly Alice Kingsly, her mail said so." The rabbit in the waist coat announced.

The mouse shook her head and sighed, "This is definitely the wrong Alice."

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So, this is just the intro and there is more. I know it's short but please read on!