Ok, just to let all you readers know, I have never watched Syfy's Alice, and all Alice related stuff I have picked up is from Wikipedia.

Abby sat at the kitchen table in the flat. Jack was snoring on the sofa and Rex was dozing with Sid and Nancy under the table.

It had been nine years now since Connor had disappeared. They had been out for a walk in the park with their then infant son, Nick. Suddenly they had spotted a glimer amongst some nearby trees. Naturally their first thought had been that it was an anomaly, actually it had turned out to be some sort of mirror. Abby had felt nervous around it, but Connor on the other hand had been curious about it and had gotten very close to it. Too close. Abby remembered the pale hand reaching out and grabbing Connor by the arm. He had struggled but then another arm had reached through the mirror and squirted some strange liquid in his face. Instantly he had fallen still. Abby rushed to get to him only to be confronted by a hideous creture with a humanoid body and a rabbit's head. Before she had had time to react the thing had dragged Connor through and the mirror had disappeared.

Abby had been devastated but there was nothing any of the anomaly team could do, seeing as this thing had been a mirror not an anomaly. So she had had no choice but to raise her son on her own. As she looked down at her watch, she realised it would soon be time to pick him up from school. She rose from the table and went over to Jack, brushing his forehead softly. Her brother grunted awake.

"Wh-wha?"

"I'm going to pick up Nick from school now, Jack" said Abby. "You'll be alright while I'm gone, won't you?"

"Yeah, yeah" mumbled Jack sleepily. Abby picked up her keys and headed for the car.

Nick Temple walked through the door of his flat after his mother. People often said that he shared many characteristics of both his parents. He had a somewhat shorter version of Connor's jet black hair and Abby's round boyish face. He was an excellent kick boxer, as the countless trophies in his bedroom proved, and he was also a great intellectual. Every single test he had ever taken at school had been passed with flying colours. THe one thing he hadn't inherited form either of his parents however was his eyes. They were niether chocolate brown like Connor's or sea green like Abby's. Instead, his eyes were a bright, baby blue.

But Nick was not a happy child. He had only been a year old when his father had disappeared, but Abby had often talked about how much Connor Temple had loved them and she him. She talked about how he was always the kindest man to her and how much she missed him. Nick hated to see his mother so upset as she was, and even more upset about the circumstances of his father's disappearance. Connor Temple had not been killed in a car crash or a fire, instead he had been snatched by some stange rabbit like creature and taken through a mirror (Abby had told him what happened). Nick didn't entirely believe the story but he did know that whoever had done this had caused an incredible amount of grief to both him and his mother. And yet there seemed to be no way of tracking his father. Surely there could be no greater injustice than this?

While Abby went upstairs to her room, Nick went to sit down on the sofa. With some displeasure he saw that his Uncle Jack was lying spread eagled out on hit, snoring in a disgusting manner. Nick shook his uncle awake.

"Do you mind going to make disgusting noises in your sleep elsewhere, Uncle Jack? I'd like to have the right to sit down on my own sofa please." Jack sulkily rose to his feet.

"You're an old man in a ten year old's body, Nick" he said.

"And you are a four year old in a thirty year old's body" retorted Nick as he reached for the control. As Jack went into the kitchen, Nick switched the telly on. What he saw took him completely by surprise. There on the screen, wearing a brown suit and a top hat was his dad. Connor Temple.

"Hey folks" he said in the TV. "Tired of the usual fanta and coke? Try Hatter's brand new Emotion Elixir. Fills you with all the positive emotions one can ever feel and makes you feel like no other soft drink has ever done so!" At this point a picture of a frothing drink bottle appeared acompanied by a tacky theme tune.

For a moment, Nick sat there, completely shocked. Then he got up and took out his dad's old laptop. As he waited for it to load, a myriad of thoughts flowed through his brain. His father was alive, and doing pretty well for himself by the looks of things. Maybe he lived not too far from here. When the computer was fully loaded, Nick go the internet up and typed in the words 'Hatter's Emotion Elixir'. He clicked on the official website.

According to the site, the elixir was a soft drink which had its origins in America but was now being sold in the UK. Its creator, David Hatter, worked from a plant in New York. Nick sat back in his chair. If this man was the owner of the drink company his dad now worked for, perhaps he could tell him where he was. Nick didn't have to think twice, he was going to New York tonight! Quickly, he looked back at the site and took down the address of the plant.

That night, Nick made ready to leave. All his life he had been saving up his pocket money for something big, he had never expected it to be a solo trip to New York but he definitely had enough. He had packed all the things he thought he would need: a map of New York, his mobile phone, some books to read if he got bored.

As he headed for the door of his flat, Nick stopped in his tracks. He was about to fly halfway around the world by himself armed with only a few basic necessities to find his father. That was a pretty big task for a ten year old boy. But then he remembered the years of misery Abby had gone through living without her husband. Well not anymore, Nick was going to solve that. He took a sheet of notepaper and wrote a short note.

Dear Mum,

By the time you read this, I will probably be on a plane somewhere above the Atlantic Ocean. I have reason to think that Dad is living in America, or at least has contacts there who can help me find him.

Please don't be too worried about me. I'm pretty sure I will be fine and I promise I will bring Dad back home.

Love you.

from,

Nick

He taped the letter to the fridge where he knew Abby would find it. Then he stepped out of the flat, got on his bicycle and made for Heathrow airport.