Chapter 1

"A positively lovely day fo- Alice!"

"'A positively lovely day for Alice?'" I gighled, "Hatter you're madder than ever."

"No!" Screeched the Hatter, eyes wide, "Alice, you're-you're, you're fading!"

"What?" I looked down at myself and realized, I could see through my body. I gradually got dimmer and dimmer until all I saw was the chair I was seated in.

I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. My voice had vanished too. My friends stared at me, pure terror in their faces, then darkness engulfed me and I heard whistling in my ears. Slowly it dawned on me; I was falling again.

"No! I'd just gotten used to Wonderland! You can't take me back!" But who or whatever was pushing me down the rabbit hole wasn't bothered by my pleas and I continued to fall. I saw nothing, I heard nothing, it was quite unlike my first trip down the hole. Then my eyes opened.

I was in a bed, in a room with a white paneled ceiling and searingly bright white lights. I felt like I'd been thinking of something, something important, something just on the tip of my tongue. I tried to recall the thought, but it escaped me in the end. I looked around the room and saw one other bed next to mine. There were curtains hanging down from the ceiling between the two beds. Then the smell of medicine hit my nose and I breathed in sharply as I realized where I was. This was a hospital!

A nurse walked in carrying a tray and my head swiveled in her direction. Our eyes met and dropped the tray she carried and ran out into the hall, where I heard her scream, "Dr. Winchester! She's awake! Alice Liddell is awake!"

She came back with a doctor frisking in behind her. Oh, God! He was like nothing I'd ever seen before! The guy was a friggen giraffe with a stupid face and long flowing brown hair. Jeez, just the way he looked at you, you'd think someone just kicked him in the family jewels, what was wrong with him? He walked over to my bedside and asked, "How do you feel, Alice?"
"I feel fine, Doctor, but why am I here and when can I leave?"

He closed his eyes for a few seconds, then opened them again, staring at me, "You don't remember?"

I blinked in confusion, "Remember what? The last thing I remember... Well, I don't really remember much. Oh, don't look that way," I said as concern filled his face, "I remember basic things, I am Alice Liddell, I have a sister named Edith, my mother is Lorina Hanna Liddell, my father is Henry Liddell and he's the Dean of Christ Church at Oxford. I am eleven and a half years old exactly and I go to McGee Elementary. I don't remember the last thing I was doing, but I suppose there's a reason behind that."

He nodded, "I suppose you could be worse off, considering what happened."

"What happened?"

The doctor hesitated, "Martha," he said turning to the nurse, "Could you go call Alice's family? Tell them she's awake?"

"Yes, doctor." She said walking out of the door.

He looked back at me, "Alice... There was an accident"

"So I'd guessed."

"On the way to school you were hit by a bus. You're not eleven and a half years old, you're fourteen and a half years old. You've been in a coma for three years."

"What?"

There were a few minutes of silence, in which we just looked at each other.

He jumped, "So, umm... I'm Dr. Sam Winchester, and I've been overseeing your progress for the past three years."
"A whole lot of progress seeing as I never woke up..." I mumbled, half to myself.
"Well, you've had about as much brain activity as a waking person! You must have been having some pretty vivid dreams, I've been waiting for the day I'd be able to ask you about them. So... What did you dream about?"

"I didn't dream."