Disclaimer: i don't own Alice: Madness Returns

The moment Alice landed, she noticed something slightly different about Wonderland. It was covered in ice and snow! It reminded her a little of the Wonderland Woods; some of it had been quite snowy. She fondly recalled the Ice Wand, and briefly wished that she could have it again. Alice soon put those thoughts aside. She was certain that any weapons she found in the future would be more than enough to protect her during her adventure.

Grave news. The ship was crushed and her crew lost. She was not built for navigating Arctic ice fields. The recent competition of governments in fitting out Polar expeditions is a needless waste of human life.

The Hobby Horse that she found proved to be quite useful. Incredibly strong, very helpful in smashing through walls and enemy defences, as she found with the Ice Snarks that attacked once she grabbed the handle.

Pris Witless never saw a bottle of gin she couldn't empty in an hour. Do most anything for thru'pence and a long taste of Blue Ruin.

The deeper Alice went into Tundraful, the more frustrated she was becoming. The whole reason she had come back to Wonderland was so that she could regain her forgotten memories, and find something to help her understand what had really happened on the night of the fire. So far, these memories had proved to be almost useless. The only thing that she had definately figured out is that the fire started in the library; most likely due to all of the books and photographs her father had kept in there.

So i says to Dr. Bumby, i says, "Model making's all fine and good, but a waste of a perfectly good bottle! I could fill it with gin for thru'pence."

Alice sighed as she recalled the memory. Nanny had been right, Pris was nothing short of an alcoholic. She pulled out her Hobby Horse as an Ice Snark appeared, smashing it in the head before finishing it with a few slashes of her Vorpal Blade. These memories must mean something, or she wouldn't be remembering them. Perhaps they have a deeper meaning?

She was shocked when she finally climbed into the giant glass bottle and onto the HMS Griffon, finding the Mock Turtle at last. He looked so different! Her shock was short lived however, for there were giant skeletal sharks attempting to break the glass bottle open.

Alice knew that she wouldn't be able to fight them off. Not all of them anyway. One of them she might be able to handle...But she couldn't fight five. Especially not with Mock Turtle. He couldn't even hurt a fly. She stopped. She had thought the same thing about Dormy, and he had become violent. Could the same thing have happened here?

Looking back at Mock Turtle, she instantly threw out that idea and concluded that despite looking more tired and weepy than usual, he had not changed in the slightest. And although she hated running from a fight, Alice couldn't help but point out to Mock Turtle that now would be a good time to dive underwater and go to the Deluded Depths.

For once, he seemed to have listened to her for he instantly steered the ship and made it dive down into the water. Alice just hoped that when they reached the Deluded Depths, Mock Turtle would be willing to provide her with some information as to what was currently going on in Wonderland. She hated being led on wild goose chases.

meh, it's not as good. maybe i should just discontinue this story :P