(In his office, thinking about Alice after she left, wanting to go back to her, runs to the looking glass place, but the place is guarded. Has to ask the king (Jack) to let him go through the looking glass, then the end scene (very extremely short explanation))
Ch 2.
After getting off his boat Hatter mounted his horse Guinevere, given to him by Charlie, where he had left her and rode through the dark forest. He kept quiet, just incase the Jabberwocky was near-by. He rode swiftly through the trees, his eyes darting this way and that, watching for danger, but his mind was remembering the last time he had been through the forest with Alice. They had been trying to outrun a posy that had been headed by Hatter's ex best friend, Mad March. He shied away from thoughts about Mad March, the betrayal too hard for him to take at that moment.
He looked beside him and could almost see the memory he kept going through in his head. Landing on the shore, covering the boat, baiting the Jabberwocky, Alice gripping his arm tightly out of fear, worry in her eyes as he told her his plan to lead the monster back to the posy and telling her to climb up a tree until it was all over.
He could almost see Alice running the wrong way, the Jabberwocky taking off after her and not him, and his frantic chase after them through the wood. He remembered the fear that had surged through him as he saw Alice trip and fall, the Jabberwocky snapping its giant, slobbering jaws at her. He remembered the surge of adrenalin that went through his veins as he pulled back the old sludge hammer of a right arm and knocked the Jabberwocky square in the face and grabbing Alice and running, then the ground giving way beneath them, which was when they had met Charlie, the crazy White Knight.
Hatter rode on, losing track of time, and only using the sun to tell how far off night was. When the sun had disappeared behind the mountains, he slowed his horse to a trot, taking in his surroundings.
He was somewhere he had never been before. The tree's looked the same, but something about the wild ruggedness made it feel uncharted, like a place where nobody went.
This looks like a good place.
Hatter thought as he stopped the horse and jumped off. He took off all the saddlebags he had filled on the horse and placed them by a tree. His eyelids drooped as he looked around again. This place would defiantly be good. Nobody would be able to find him there. They wouldn't even think to look there, wherever he was. He turned back to the tree and sat with his back against it and closed his eyes. The perpetual silence seemed to ring in his ears like he had just listened to his music too loud, but he managed to fall asleep.
He raced through the dark trees, the branches and needles scratching at his suddenly exposed skin. It was then that he noticed that he had lost his coat, and wore just an under shirt and his pants. Blood trickled from the cuts the branches had given him as he ran through the trees. Fear gripped him as it dawned on him.
She was gone.
He looked around frantically, looking for any sign of life, but all he saw was more trees.
"Alice!"
He tried to scream, but he had no voice. He continued to run though the silence he now noticed surrounded him. The faint glimmer of hope he had kept deep down inside of him began to die, and as he felt this, he gripped his chest. The truth was he didn't want to lose hope. He wanted her to come back to him, and somewhere inside he knew he wouldn't let himself think she was never coming back. He would always wait for her, for however long it took for her to fall back through the mirror and back to him.
Suddenly, something seemed wrong to him. The air seemed tense and he knew something bad was about to happen. This made him face faster toward his unknown destination. For some reason he had the strange notion in his head that she would be wherever he was going. This only fueled his legs as he ran. Then, he burst into a clearing where he saw something that almost brought him to his knees.
Alice lay in the middle of the clearing, her blue dress stained maroon red by the blood that seeped from a wound in her stomach. He noticed she had something clutched in her hand, and he sobbed silently when he saw it was his coat. He looked back down at himself, and now, instead of being his blood from the cuts, it was replaced by her blood, and he held a knife in his hand.
A hatred burned in him now as he looked at the state he was in, covered in her blood, and holding the weapon he knew was the one that has make the wound in her stomach. She deserved what he had done to her, even if he didn't remember ever doing it. It's what she deserved after leaving him all alone and depressed.
Tears streamed down his face as the hate was replaced by a deep sorrow. She didn't deserve what he had done. She deserved to live! She had saved his world, with his help, and had made him feel things he never thought he would. She deserved everything he couldn't give her. Then, a thought occurred to him.
She didn't deserve him, she deserved more; maybe he should just give up and stop hoping she would come back, because she would be better off? She would be hurt if she stayed with him, he knew that. He couldn't keep her from her family. With this thought he raced to her side in the middle of the clearing, sobbing silently. He took the coat from her hand and used it to try and stop the bleeding. She had to live. She couldn't die, he wouldn't let her. He looked at her face and saw her eyes were open and they were staring at him menacingly. He was flooded with happiness at seeing she was still alive, until he saw the look in her eyes.
"Aliceā¦"
He tried to say again, but he didn't have a voice. She glared up at him, and her skin turned a dangerous white color. She grabbed his coat and threw it at him before standing up, the blood splattering as the coat his him. Before he could say anything else, she was gone.
*****
He awoke with a start, his eyes wide, and he could feel tears burning his eyes. He had killed her. He had let her go into her world alone, and she had died. He shook his head at that thought, his stubbornness taking control. No, she was a big girl, capable of taking care of herself if need be. She didn't need him.
With that thought he fell into a dark, dreamless sleep that was worse then having the dream. The next time he woke up, he was drenched in sweat and had ended up lying on his side. His hat, having fallen off, lay on the ground next to his head. He snatched it up, looking around.
Suddenly, he could feel eyes staring him down from, a tree maybe? He glanced up, and to his surprise, he saw a cat perched on the lowest branch, watching him.
"Well, hello there Mr. Hatter." the cat spoke before jumping from the branch, landing on the ground with its cat-like reflexes, its tail twitching. Hatter stared at the cat, dumbfounded before it dawned on him. This was one of the cats, the dream creating mad creatures that liked to torture people with their mad sense.
He stood up quickly, taking a step back. Was this creature the reason he had the dream?
