She had red hair, blue eyes, the prettiest little dress complete with a purple bow in her hair. She lived the life of a Princess, a mad Princess, but a Princess nonetheless. Her mother was Alice Kingsleigh, which perfectly explained her madness to everyone around her. And although the girl could only think of three impossible things before breakfast every day, six before lunch, some considered the girl madder than her mother. But no matter how mad, binkers or completly insane the girl was, she was nine and one half years old and hated sitting still. Especially when going to a place she hated more than anything.

Alice Kingsleigh had returned to her Wonderland three times in her life. Once, as a child, another as a teenager and the last as a woman. Not long after her last had she had her small daughter, who looked very dejected in her purple dress in this carriage. Alice could not help but feel guilty for forcing the child to come visit with her, but Lord Ascot was on his death bed and no one would take the childsince the incident with Lowell. Alice sighed at her daughter, and smiled lightly. The girl stuck out her tongue at her mother, to which Alice responded with her own. The girl giggled at her mother, who then made a face at her daughter. The young child was now outright laughing.

"So my child, what were your three impossible things for today?"

Alice said, curiously as the girl scrunched her face up in thought. The came the sweet voice of her young daughter.

"Well, for my name to be Teapot. And to not visit John and Chris. And for Chris and John to be a bit smarter, maybe. And to fall down a rabbit hole. And to go on a grand adventure, and to make a castle out of cards, and to not be in this carriage in this stuffy dress, to not be in this dress at all would be nice. I much perfer trousers to dresses, and for these sho..."

"Dear," Alice said, interruppting her daughters rant with a laugh. "That's seven you have already!"

"Oh, really? I have a lot more." The girl pulled up her knees to her chest and mumbled to them something about the impossible being possible. Alice sighed at her daughter, with a small smile. What a strange girl. Just like her, save the red hair. She was a carbon copy of Alice at a young age with red hair. How the red hair had came, she didn't know.

"Well, I can make one of your imposwsible things possible. Today, everyone shall call you 'Teapot', and I'll tell Chris and John to as well."

"Really, mum?"

"Really."

The newly called Teapot smiled as she looked outside at the endless feilds of grass, suddenly not dreading this day so much. One of her impossible things had come true already. Maybe another one would as well. The thought of it made her giggle. Wonderland, as her mother called it in fairy tales. She would visit Wonderland one day. Her blue eyes flashed for one moment to a light green. Alice looked out the window with her daughter. Maybe one day, she too would visit Wonderland again.