I screwed up! For chapter 1 Cassandra was supposed to say 15 years instead of 25. And in Chapter 2 I wrote 25 again when Alek was explaining. Again it is really 15. I am so so sorry!

Previously~

"My dear, you've come back finally." The woman put her hands on Alis' shoulders. Alis' didn't move as the White Queen touched her face and smiled down at her. "Do you not remember?" Mirana started to frown.

"Remember what?" Alis could see the disappointment in Mirana's eyes…

Chapter.3

"You do not remember anything?" Alistair shook her head at the White Queen. "Oh dear. This…this is not good." Just as she said this the two doors Alis had come through burst open. Both women looked towards the disturbance and Alis gasped. There stood Alek with a man. But this man looked so familiar. He wore a green top hat with needles, pins and a pink ribbon tied around it. He wore a tattered waist coat, a polka dot tie and mix matched knee socks. His trousers were torn and patched at the knee and Alis knew who this was at once.

"Your highness." Alek spoke and bowed at the waist. Alek looked like The Hatter and Alis started to wonder.

"Hatter, Alek. Please join us." Alis kept her face tilted down as the two men joined. She felt eyes stare at her and wished they wouldn't. "Alek you already know who she is but Hatter, I would love to introduce to you Alistair King." She looked up at her name and was met with emerald eyes.

Tarrant Hightop barely glanced at the young woman without feeling. But when she looked up and exposed her jade eyes her couldn't help but stare. All too soon she looked back down and he tore his eyes away.

"Alistair, this is Tarrant Hightop." Mirana went on and Alis looked at the White Queen.

"I know." Her voice was barely above a whisper. Her words shocked the queen. "My mother told me about this place when I was young. I know who you all are and the story of Alice Kingsleigh," She hesitated, "And you Hatter." She met his eyes and watched them change to a mournful blue.

"Oh." Mirana broke the silence. Her throne room suddenly felt smaller and claustrophobic. "Well I am sure you are hungry Alistair. And just in time too, supper is almost ready." Alis nodded but then a thought occurred. She wasn't her normal height and needed to be if she was going to be here.

"Could you do something for me? I know it isn't right for me to ask but I am not my average size…" She trailed and the queen nodded.

"Too small I assume." Alis nodded. "Hmm….Oh here." Mirana patted down the few pockets in her dress and found a small vile of 'Drink Me'. Alis glowered at the object remembering what happened earlier. "Don't fret." She handed Alis the vile and smiled. Alistair popped open the cap and took a tiny sip. Both men looked away as Alis started to grow and her clothes too small. She was soon the same height as Mirana, her normal height, and to Tarrant and Alek's shoulders.

"I think the lady would like some better fitting close." Tarrant spoke finally and Alis looked up at the man. His voice was something she had heard before and somehow loved it. "Do you mind?" He motioned for her to walk closer.

"Not at all." She said and held the fabric in place. He took out a needle and thread and started to patch up places that had stretched.

"Let me help." Alek came forward and brought fabric out from his waistcoat pocket. It was the same fabric that he'd cut off earlier. Both men started to sew and stitch creating a flurry of fabric again. Mirana watched from a distance and couldn't help but think of her longtime friend. How much Alistair looked like her.

"Done!" Hatter smiled slightly and both men stepped back. Alis looked down and was amazed. With the spare clothe they had added three inches to the dress. It brushed her thighs and was about the length. The plain black moved around her like a tutu as she turned to the queen.

"You look wondrous Alistair." Mirana nodded her approval. She held out her hand and Alis put hers in Mirana's. Mirana led Alis to the throne chair. Alis wanted to slap or pinch herself to make sure this wasn't a dream.

"Um thank you." She hurried and remembered her manners. "Both of you." She smiled at the men and was suddenly fascinated with Hatter's obscene red hair. "It would explain your hair my dear, if your father had brown hair." Alek had said and now she thought about it. What colors would somewhat dirty blonde and red make? She touched her hair slowly and could see the red that always shimmered in it. Maybe….

"Are you alright dear?" Mirana touched her shoulder.

Alis' head snapped in her direction, "I'm fine thank you. Just taking it all in." The queen motioned her near.

"Come, dear you must be tired of course." She took Alistair's hand and the older woman led her out. The two men followed quietly and she felt a little more uneasy. "I will show you to your room. Tarrant, Alek, you both know where your rooms are." The White Queen warned and the two walked off in the opposite direction. They walked down a long hallway and to a corridor. Alis' feet were still bare but the cool marble felt nice but she worried about leaving marks or stains from her dirty feet. Finally Mirana stopped at a silver door with elaborate designs going up it; the design consisted of what looked like roses, vines, and tree roots. Alis' was more than astonished but her reaction was greater as Mirana opened the doors and they stepped in. The room was black and white; a white bed with black canvas occupied the farthest wall and the curtains were used of the same material. But what stunned her most was the smell that drifted to her. It was like rosemary, roses and the sweetest candy ever. It smelt like her mother and reminder her how whenever she entered a room, it seemed to fill with the welcoming aroma. The whole room seemed to remind her of her mother and she just wanted to get back to her now. "Do you like it?" Her eyes snapped to Mirana.

She nodded, "Very much actually. It reminds me of my mother…." She looked down at her bare feet and Mirana understood.

"I will leave you alone then. Have a wonderful night and good dreams." She put her hands on Alis' shoulders and kissed her forehead. "Good night Alistair Kingsleigh." Alis' kept her eyes down and nodded. The queen left closing the door behind her. This left Alis' alone in the white and black room. She didn't even feel like exploring it but instead went to the huge bed and pulled the covers over. A black satin sheet was under and she slowly crawled into it. Even the warmth from the blanket felt like her mother. She pulled the covers over her head and curled into a ball trying not to cry and sob. Alistair knew one thing; she needed to find a way home. But then why did this feel more like home than London?

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