* A/N Wow... so it's been a while hasn't it? I'm sorry that I haven't posted. I was updating my other fanfiction and writing a sequel for it and reading City of Bones and Fruits Basket. But now I can write. There are only a couple more chapters after this, so the pain of waiting (or the annoyance of waiting whatever you feel) is almost gone. Enjoy. See you all with the update in two months, ha ha. *

Alice stared blankly ahead of her. The Sword remained lying on the ground. Alice began to smile.

"Hatter!" she cried. Hatter remained in his position on the ground, so Alice reached for his hand and pulled him up into a hug.

"What happened?" he asked, hugging her back lightly. Alice shook her head in his shoulder.

"Underland. It's dead, Hatter," she said with a frown. He pulled away and copied her expression.

"Dead?" he said with an angry Scottish accent. The Mad Hatter's temper seemed like it was about to go over the edge. His eyes darkened, and his fists tightened at his sides.

"I'm dead too," Alice said quietly, almost hoping he wouldn't hear her. But her friend's eyes changed back to a peaceful green and the angry blush left his cheeks.

"Dead?" he repeated. Alice gave a slight laugh.

"Yes, but that's how I got back here. It's how I got this," she muttered picking up the Vorpal Sword. Alice immediately remembered what the Queen had told her.

He's the one who needs the saving, Alice.

"What is it?" the Hatter said, interrupting Alice's panic. She looked him over.

"You're alright, aren't you?" she asked. The Mad Hatter stood up straighter.

"Never better," he said with his smile. Alice stared at the gap between his teeth with a bashful smile. He was like a young child, and she began to feel the need to protect him. As well as all of her Underland friends.

"The Red Queen told me that you all died on the Frabjous Day," Alice whispered, wondering if Hatter would get mad at her. His eyes turned gray and he looked down, as if he was remembering it again.

"We did, didn't we?" he turned to Alice with a sad look. "But we're still here."

Alice gave a happy smile, "That's right you are!" Her smile faded away slowly as she realized, "The Jabberwocky is out here somewhere."

The Mad Hatter's eyes looked out into the forest, "Aye."

"Do you know if the rest of them are out of the mirror?" she asked. Hatter's eyes looked to the sky. Alice wondered if he expected the clouds to give him an answer. Then his gaze went downwards.

"Where's the mouse?" he asked.

The White Queen followed Absolem with full trust. She knew that he was wise in his past life, and, therefore, would be wise in this life too. He had died in Underland and come to Alice's world as well.

"I'm tired," Tweedledum cried.

"Me too," Tweedledee groaned.

"We are almost there," the White Queen said with a happy.

Almost where is the question, she asked herself. All the trees looked the same. All of them could be hiding the Jabberwocky. She was scared and hated to admit it.

"My Queen," the White Rabbit began, "where exactly are we going?" The Queen smiled kindly at the Rabbit.

"We're going to find my champion," she told him. As she turned her head forward, a voice came from under here.

"Hey! All of you! Down here!"

The White Queen looked down and cried out in delight.

"Mallymkun! You are alright!" she said. The March Hare's eyes twitched to the mouse, and he gave the best smile he could.

"Now w-w-we can all die t-t-together!" he stammered out in a wild scream. The mouse shook her head.

"We aren't going to die! It's Alice! She's back!" Mallymkun yelled.

The mouse raised her eyebrows and leaned in close to the Queen, "And she's got the Sword."

"She was right here!" the Hatter cried out in dismay.

"Hatter! It's okay!" Alice tried to calm him. The Hatter's eyes turned the darkest she had ever seen them.

He turned towards Alice and cried out, "It's not okay!" Alice sat down on the ground next to the Hatter and stuck the Vorpal Sword in the ground.

"Listen to me. Mallymkun is small and she's a fighter. She's going to be fine," Alice told him. His eyes stayed dark.

"We need to find them," he said. The Hatter's voice was a monotone. His skin was pure white and his eyes pure black. Alice had never seen him like this. Was it the fear of the Jabberwocky or the fear of losing a friend? Or possibly both?

Alice began to say, "We're going to find them."

As she said this, a blue butterfly landed on her shoulder. She turned to see her group of Underland friends advancing towards her quickly.

They began calling out Alice and Hatter's names in happiness. She ran up to greet them, but the Hatter remained sitting, his weird mood slowly subsiding. A low growl was heard from in front of him.

"Alice," his voice came out in a tiny, scared tone. His lisp was back. Hatter's knees shook. He picked up the sword and let it hang limply in his hand. "Alice," he called a little louder.

Just as Alice turned around to look at the Hatter, the Jabberwocky pounced.