Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland, nor anything that has to do with the movie. But this idea, I do own.

Warnings: This chapter may cause your heart to stop and have mini heart attacks, so read with cautious… -winks- Just kidding xD

Author's Notes: Please read and review. I hope you like it.

I feel that I should say: The last chapter I know felt a little too modern to fit the time period of the movie, but here is how I see it - While Alice's home land is still in that time period where they don't have all that we have now in 2011, Underland being different than Alice's homeland is more advance in a way. So to answer some the question 'Is it suppose to take place in the modern times', the answer is yes and no.


Lost In The Storm Of Madness

Chapter 7


Disturbed by the sudden ringing noise, Helen's sobs halted. She lifted her head, which had laid hidden against her hands. Her cheeks were tearstained. She slowly picked up the phone, placing it against her ear.

"This is Helen Kingsley" she whispered, her voice sounding lost and broken.

"Hello, mom?" a girl's voice exclaimed, clearly not catching the sadness in the woman's voice. "It's Alice…your daughter!"

Helen's heart thumped, and fresh tears fell down her cheeks. She opened her mouth to speak, her voice shaky and hoarse from her crying.

"Alice?" she croaked. Could it be, she wondered. Could it really be her Alice?

"Mom" the girl who had claimed to be her daughter whispered.

Helen sighed, and covered the phone with her hands as she whispered to herself "Could it really be? It can't be possible…can it?" After recovering from her self discussion, Helen replaced her hand with her mouth as she spoke "Alice, is it really you?"

Helen could hear laugher on the other end of the phone; Helen's eyebrows arched when she noted that the girl was shrieking, paying her no heed.

"Please, Hatter! Stop that!" she heard her whine, "That tickles!"

The laughing halted, the sound of a person shifting replacing it, before the girl returned her attentions to the conversation at hand.

"Yes, mother" the girl whispered, answering Helen's question, "It is truly me, your daughter"

For some reason, unbeknownst to Helen, she believed the girl.


She asked in a whisper, "Alice, where are you?"

She could sense the girl's struggle to answer within the sounds of her fidgeting.

"Alice?" asked Helen, after there was a long silence without the girl answering her question. "Please tell me, where are you?"

As if for the first time, the girl noticed her mother's pain, and it broke her heart. A lone tear slid down her left cheek, before dropping to the ground, becoming lost in the green grass below her feet.

Although her mother could not see her, she looked down to her feet in shame, and said in a low whisper "I'm sorry."

Pursing her lips together, Helen thought of what her daughter could mean by that. Not able to figure why the girl would be sorry, she asked in a whisper "What ever for?"

"For leaving you like this…I didn't mean to. If I could, I would have brought you down here with me." Alice whispered, before pausing, her words now choosing to fail her.

"But where exactly are you?" Helen questioned.

Taking a deep breath, Alice collected her thoughts. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you" she whispered, a frown now on her face.

"Alice!" exclaimed Helen, now fighting down her own sobs. "Please, just tell me where you are. Please, Alice." She was now begging, tears sliding down her face.

"You won't-" Alice began, but her mother quickly cut her off.

"Enough of that, Alice!" Helen exclaimed, determined to learn the whereabouts of her daughter. "Do you know how worried I have been these past days…Not knowing whether you were alive or not? Or where you were? Or anything? Do you know how it feels to not know if I would ever hear or see my daughter again?" Choking back a sob, Helen whispered in a broken whisper "Alice, these past days have been my worse - it was like I was losing your father all over again."

"Mom" whispered Alice, touched by her words. "I don't know what to say."

"How about you start by saying where you are?" suggested Helen.

Alice nodded, which went unseen by Helen. "Alright…" she whispered, "I'll tell you." Closing her eyes, Alice began to tell her tale "Do you remember my nightmares?" she asked.

Unsure of the point, Helen responded "Yes"

Alice smiled, her eyes still closed as she talked. "Well they weren't nightmares as I found out, they were memories, my memories."

Helen opened her mouth to question this, but shut it when Alice began to speak again.

"Remember the engagement party when I had returned with my dress dirtied?" Alice only waited a few seconds before going on with her tale. "I had lied…well sort of. I had fallen down a rabbit hole, but I had not actually hit my head…"

"What?" whispered Helen; her question went unheard by Alice, who was lost in the midst of her tale.

"That day I had rediscovered a place called Underland, or as I used to call it 'Wonderland.'" whispered Alice. Her eyes were closed, envisioning that day as she told her mother about it. Reaching the end of her tale, Alice's eyes flickered open and she said in a soft whisper "Mother, believe it or not, I found love here."

"As much as it pleases me to know that my daughter has finally found love…where exactly is 'here'?" Helen questioned.


Alice laughed; not joyous laughter, but a sad laugh. "Were you listening to me when I was telling you of my adventure in Underland?" She asked, shaking her head.

"Yes, I was actually." responded her mother, "I believe you said you think your nightmares were memories."

"I don't think that, mother!" replied Alice in a yell, "It's the truth"

"Alice" Helen said, her voice coated in a disapproving tone.

Alice shook her head, tears of frustration falling down her cheeks. "I am telling the truth! I am in Underland!"

"How am I supposed to come and pick you up if you don't tell me the truth?" Helen accused, her lips pursed together.

"But it is the truth! Why can't you believe me?" Alice exclaimed.

Helen sighed, sadly. "I want to, Alice…but this is just too insane to be true."

Instead of hearing the girl's enraged voice, the phone buzzed, signaling that the phone call had ended. Helen sighed, distressed.

She sighed inwardly, and whispered to herself "Well at least I know she isn't dead…"

She pressed the redial button, hoping to be able to talk to her daughter once more, to be able to reason with her. Disappointment filled her face as a robotic voice spoke.

"I'm sorry. The number you have dialed is invalid. Please try again."

And so she tried, again and again. But alas, the same recorded message entered her ears. She kept at it, until she could take no more of it. She then did something that was unladylike for her, she cursed softly under her breath.


The moment the sound of repeated beeping entered her ears, the phone slipped out of her grasp, and fell to the ground with a soft thump. Alice turned towards the Mad Hatter, who stood a few feet away from her to give her some privacy. She closed her eyes, and tears fell. Noticing the girl's tears, the Mad Hatter chose to forget about privacy just this once, and was quick to walk the rest of the feet towards Alice.

His thumb hovered against her stained cheeks, ridding of the tears, he asked her in a whisper, "What happened?"

"She didn't believe me." Alice answered, opening her eyes.

Confused, he asked her "She didn't believe you were Alice?"

Alice shook her head. "She didn't believe me when I told her where I was."

Tarrant smiled a soft, yet sad smile. "Alice, look at me." he said in a soft whisper.

Alice glanced up, her eyes focusing on Tarrant's usually green eyes, which were now a shade of green with blue, almost like a sea green color.

Reminding her of her second visit to Underland, the Mad Hatter recalled with his outlandish accent showing through, "You can't just expect everyone to believe the tales of Underland…Aye, as I remember you were wary of the idea at first, too."

"That's different." Alice argued, a pout on her face.

"How so, lass?" Tarrant asked, a kind, gentle smile on his face.

"I…" Alice tried to make her point, but in the end the words failed her. "I don't know." she whispered.

Wiping the last tear off her face, Tarrant said "There is no difference." he paused, examining her sad face. "Now, can you manage to smile for me?"

Alice's lips curved slightly upwards, before forming a complete smile.

"That's better!" commented Tarrant, as he fell into a mad drabble. "You know smiles do you more justice than frowns…Actually frowns do not do anyone justice…they cause wrinkles, and so do tears. You are beautiful when you are smiling…not that you are ugly when you are lacking a smile…just you are far more beautiful with it on than off-"

Alice giggled, "Hatter!"

A light, pink blush tinted the Mad Hatter's cheeks, and he squeaked "I'm fine."


The happy aroma around them had to come to an end at one point - a frown returned to Alice's face, ridding of the smile which Hatter adored.

"Where did that beautiful smile go?" asked Tarrant, concerned for Alice.

"Why did she hang up on me?" Alice asked him, suddenly.

"What?" questioned Hatter, confused.

Alice elaborated, "When I was talking to her…the phone line went dead, and all I could hear was this odd, annoying beeping."

"Are you sure she hung up?" Tarrant asked.

"Well, it sure wasn't me." retorted Alice, crossing her arms.

"I wasn't implying that." replied Tarrant, stepping towards the phone which Alice had let fall on the ground. He knelt to the ground, and collected it in his arms. Noticing that there was a loose cord, he suggested "It might not be either of your faults."

"What do you mean?"

He tapped the soil and grass around him, silently asking her to sit. After she had sat, he began to explain. "You see this?" he asked her, showing her a blue cord.

Alice nodded. "Yes."

"Well this cord is supposed to be plugged into this blue hole." he said, pointing at a blue hole on the phone.

Alice nodded, and asked "What's your point?"

"Well you see when this cord is plugged into the blue hole, the phone works…but without it, this phone is unable to function." explained Hatter.

"If that cord is supposed to make sure this phone works, then what are those other cords for?" Alice asked, pointing at the multiple white cords.

"Well, the white cords make sure that it can call any place in Underland, so without the blue cord, communications within Underland are fine, but to call the Overland, where your mother resides, the blue cord is needed." Tarrant answered, while he plugged the blue cord back into the phone.


He rose to his feet, and then extended out his hand. Alice's hand embracing his, he pulled her up to her feet. They were very close now, little to no space left between them, as they just stood there, gazing into each other's eyes.

"Hatter" Alice whispered after a long, comfortable silence passed by.

"Yes, Alice?" Tarrant asked, a smile forming on his lips.

"I-" she began to confess but at the last moment she chickened out, and settled with saying "I don't know what I would do without you, Hatter. Thank you."

Tarrant smiled, a small, guilty smile. "If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be down here."

"What?" whispered Alice, confused.

"I sent that storm." Hatter whispered, his eyes gazing deeply into hers.


Author's note:

OMG! Can you believe it? Hatter sent it? Well yeah, I can, too. -smiles-

Well I really hope this chapter was enjoyable to my readers/reviewers. Consider this a treat from the semi-rushed chapter six. At least I hope this chapter is good. Is it?

-looks around unsure-