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And just in case it wasn't obvious, I don't own Once Upon a Time or Alice in Wonderland. Just saying.

Allison's Point of View:

I couldn't get the man from the bookshop out of my mind. There was something about him that was so familiar to me but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. His eyes and his smirk, it reminded me of something rather… mad.

"What's wrong, my friend? Is there something the matter in that little head of yours?" my best friend Harrison said, twitching his nose so his glasses would stay on his nose.

"Have you ever met someone that was so familiar to you that you could almost place them but there was something stopping you?" I asked, pulling my legs up and tucking them underneath me as bit my bottom lip.

"I don't think so; maybe I can help you place the person. We have known each other for years," he said, closing his book and moving closer to me. "Tell me about them."

"I don't know his name but he has brown hair and the most beautiful green eyes I've ever seen. His smile is more of a smirk and he has this scarf that he tucks into a vest. It makes him look sophisticated and mysterious," I said dreamily. "Doesn't he sound so very lovely?"

"You're talking about Jefferson and he's a couple exhibits short of the Smithsonian," Harrison said, his face twitching again before he pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at it.

"What's wrong, Hare? Are you late for a very important date or something?" I giggled, quoting the book I was reading.

His head stood at attention as he locked gazes with me. "What was that? It sounded so familiar, sort of like something that I've said before. Déjà vu or something."

"That feeling has wracked me for some time now. I don't know what to do about it," I said right as the bell above the door chimed.

"Welcome to Alice's Wonderland," I greeted as I walked out into the lobby of the store. "Where everything you want is right within your reach. My name is Allison, how may I help you?"

"So that's what your name is, is it? I was very curious," a familiar voice asked.

I looked up and saw the man, Jefferson, I'd met yesterday. His eyes were practically laughing at me as he looked down the bridge of his nose. He was way taller than me, something I hadn't noticed before.

"Yes, I'm Allison and this is my odds and ends shop. Feel free to look around and see if there's anything that tickles your fancy," I said, sitting on the stool next to the counter and faking a look of disinterest.

He stands in front of the counter and says, "What if you're the thing that tickles my fancy, Alice? Can I take you home with me?"

I know my cheeks were turning pink at the thought of it but I wasn't going to let him see me sweat. "But of course you can, I'll go grab my jacket, hat, and scarf and we'll be off."

He laughed at me and I felt my cheeks heating up again. There was something about him that made me think that maybe we'd known each other. But that was stupid; I'd never even met this man as far as I knew. I was just having déjà vu for no reason.

"Ally, I've got to be going! I'm going to be late for a very important date," he said, winking at me. When he saw Jefferson he stopped in his tracks and said, "Hello, I'm Harrison Wheeler, it's lovely to meet you."

Harrison shot out the door, checking his pocket watch as he pushed it open, before Jefferson could properly introduce himself. After the bell above the door rang I looked back over at Jefferson.

"I want to take you out on a date today, Alice. When are you available?" he asked, taking my hands in his and smiling at me.

I looked around the store and said, "I don't know if I can leave my store in the middle of rush hour. Look at all of the people in here; it'd be a free-for-all without my supervision."

The only person in the store was Archie Hopper, the town psychologist. I trusted him with the store so I took the keys out of my dress pocket and shouted, "Arch, will you lock up the shop after you're done?"

"Of course, Alice, you can trust me, dearie," he said, catching the keys and placing them in the pocket of his vest.

I nodded before running into the backroom and putting on my jacket, gloves, hat, and scarf. I walked back out into the store to see that a fresh snow had started falling. I shivered before buttoning up my jacket to fight the cold.

"Milady," Jefferson said, offering me his arm.

I slid my hand into the bend of it and winked at Archie before shutting the door behind me, flipping the sign to 'closed'. I couldn't ignore the fact that it seemed so familiar to be this close to Jefferson. Or the way my hand fit in the bend of his arm it was sort of like breathing it was so normal.

"It's not every day a lady like myself goes out with a total stranger," I smiled, biting my bottom lip. "Where are we going?"

"Just a little place that I know of with the best hot chocolate you're ever going to drink. Do you trust me, Alice?" he asked, smirking down at me.

I stopped dead in my tracks as a vision blossomed into my mind.

I was sitting on the edge of some kind of table or something. Actually, the more I looked at it the more it looked like a mushroom of some sort but that wasn't possible. Mushrooms weren't this big unless I was dreaming –or high, which I wasn't.

"Look down here, Alice. I'm going to catch you, I swear it," a voice said from down below me. "Don't you trust me, love?"

I looked down and saw Jefferson standing there in very…different clothing. He had an extravagant hat perched on his head with a brightly colored vest over his equally bright shirt. There was something behind his eyes that set my body into fits of shivers but I shrugged it off.

"The last time I trusted you I ended up with a tongue the size of a toad!" I shouted, swinging my feet. I don't know where the words came from but they seemed to fit the situation.

"How was I supposed to know that you were allergic to chamomile tea?" he laughed, holding his arms out. "Jump down, love. I'll catch you, I promise! Do you trust me, Alice?"

I jerked out of my revere and looked over at Jefferson. His big green eyes were boring holes into me as he tried to figure out what I was doing. I'm sure I looked like I was about to start convulsing or something.

"Alice, are you okay? It looks like you've seen a ghost or something," he said, standing in front of me and placing his hands on my shoulders. "You're not going to pass out of me or something are you? I mean, I'll catch you and everything but I don't know what to do with someone that's unconscious."

His face was pale and his eyes were big as he spoke. He was afraid that I was hurt, how cute! I just shook my head and took his hands in mine. "I'm okay, I was just daydreaming I guess. Have you ever seen something that seems so real but you know that it has to be a dream?"

He grinned. "If you keep talking like that the town's going to think you're the one that's insane instead of me. Is that what you want?"

I just smiled back and dropped one of his hands so he could keep taking us towards our mystery date. "If you're on board then let's do it."

The only thing I couldn't seem to shake was the fact that I actually was allergic to chamomile tea…

Things are starting to come together for Alice but she still thinks she's insane. Reviews get chapters out faster :)