Okay, in case you didn't already catch it, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! Short, I know, but I have a touch of writer's block… And Lost is on. Last chapter since I want to finish things off. This was actually bottom list.
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I couldn't think of a song for this chapter.
When Elsie woke up, she smiled at the memories of the previous day. She had finally met her parents, as well as found somewhere she fitted in.
And then she realised.
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Dear Aunt Margaret,
I hope you're not worrying about me, but in case you are I'm perfectly fine thank you very much. You don't have to worry about me, I've found my parents! Your sister Alice is actually my mother. My father's name is Tarrant Hightopp, I don't think you'd like him very much, he's a lot like me. He's the White Queen Mirana's official hatter. If you want to keep in touch, just drop letters down the rabbit hole at the bottom of the garden. Or, you can jump down and visit us if you want!
Hope to get a reply soon,
Yours truly,
Elsabeth Hightopp
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A few months later, Margaret Manchester sat in her kitchen, baby Alice asleep in her cradle, when the maid brought the post in. Two were bills, one was a letter from a friend living in Paris, the last looked like it had been dug up from the garden.
Intrigued, Margaret picked up the grubby letter first. She smiled as she read it. Although she wouldn't admit it to anyone, Margaret had been very worried about Elsie.
She thought she was mad, but as Alice had always said, all the best people are.