Epilogue

Alice sat on her bed, squinting to read. She knew she needed glasses, since she was a little over 70 years old now, but she

didn't want to admit it. "Old age is stupid," she had said to herself one day in the mirror, "It makes you wrinkly, fat and unable

to read on your own." Alice knew that her body was old, but she knew that her soul was still young. When she heard a knock

on her door she said, kindly, "Come in." When it was Jamie who came in she smiled. She knew it was un-fair to pick

favourites, but Jamie was her choice grandchild by far. She was so much like herself. She had even now had just disobeyed

her mother by leaving her room. She was grounded the day before for being absent for the outing. "Yes, Jamie, dear?"

"Well, uh……" she looked down with hands behind her back.

"Yes?"

"Well, while you where gone on the outing yesterday," she began, "I was given…" she took her hands out from behind her

back, holding the slightly luminous note, "…this to give to you, Grandmother." Jamie walked forward and handed it to her

grandmother's outstretched hand.

"Thank you, dearest. Now scurry back to your room before your mother catches you!" Jamie smiled her grandmother. After

Alice had smiled back, Jamie turned around and ran back to her room. When she heard the door close, she placed a marker

in her book and set it beside her. Then she picked back up the note front and read her name in familiar handwriting. She

sighed and opened the cleverly folded note to find a note written in the same calligraphy saying:



Dearest Alice,

It has been so long since we've seen you. Your granddaughter had paid us a visit yesterday, I had mydaughter give it to her

before she departed. I hear from the Hatter and Rabbit that she is your mirror image. "Except a bit younger," Alice huffed in

her mind. I wish that I could have seen her myself, but you know as well as I that I am getting too old for our liking. But I did

not write to you to dilly and dally on and on about drabbling and such. A, ha, ha, ha! But there is something that I must tell

you on a very serious note. 15 some years ago the Queen had a daughter. I must say that she is dreadful. The Hatter, Hare,

Rabbit, and I are afraid of what is to come. At this time we are fine, but we fear that she will bring darkness upon our land.

She is and will be worse than her mother. Her eyes have The Dark in them, though it is very subtle at the moment. Please

come to help us. One last time.

Yours,

Cheshire

"Oh dear," whispered Alice in utter awe. "I am getting too old." She slowly got out of her bed and walked down the stairs

(She was fit enough to walk and not shuffle). She went out to the tree and stood there, waiting. As she waited she got a bit

drowsy and leaned her head against the old thing with closed eyes. When she heard a rustling near by her eyes opened

hastily. When she looked around the tree she saw the Rabbit waiting for her at the edge of the forest. At that time, 

Jamie looked out her window on the second floor to the yard. She saw the Rabbit and thought that she was supposed to go

again; but then she saw her grandmother come to join him, arm in arm. "So it is true," she thought to herself. When she saw

the Rabbit help her into the hole, she closed the curtains, turned around and drank her glass of orange juice on her night

stand.

The End