Disclaimer: I do not own Alice in Wonderland, nor anything that has to do with the movie. But this idea, I do own.

Author's Notes: Please read and review. I hope you like it.

Lost In The Storm Of Madness

Chapter 3

Leaning against the bedroom door, Alice could hear the sounds coming from the ship's main port; a lone tear fell as she heard someone speak loving words towards another, words that she wanted to hear from a certain somebody. Taking a deep breath of air, Alice removed herself from against the door and walked further into the room, the sounds fading as she walked. By the time she stopped, the outside sounds had been completely muted, safe for the soft pit patter of rain.

Although there was most definitely something different about the room that Alice had escaped to, it was still an ordinary bedroom. The middle of the room was occupied by a small twin sized bed in blue bed sheets, and little things here and there distinguished the room apart from the other rooms. However, in the middle of the room, on the bed, there was something that hadn't been there earlier. Alice noticed with much wariness, that on top of her blue bed sheets was a long, brown box, and attached to the box was a small, white envelope.

She couldn't help the hands that arched out towards the box, as she felt herself being drawn towards the objects on top of the bed. Her fingers wrapped around the strings that held the box closed, and gently pulled them apart. As the box opened, revealing a silver bordered shinny mirror, a small gasp escaped Alice. Alice realized that the mirror inside the box was probably no reason to be shocked or excited, but she couldn't help the excitement that bubbled deep inside her when her eyes witnessed the beauty inside.

Rubbing a hand against the edge, she whispered awed "It must be an antique…" She could have sworn she heard a response, but she had simply shrugged it off; seeing as she had been gone from Underland for so long, that she half expected to be dragged down there already.

Remembering the envelope that had been attached to the box, Alice grabbed the envelope and carelessly opened it. Inside the envelope was a bluish paper with words scribbled on. Alice pulled the paper out with care, afraid that if she pulled to hard that it would rip. Reading the words on the paper to herself, Alice smiled. She must remember to thank her mother when she returned to England.

Deciding that she had spent enough time alone, she placed the letter down on top of the mirror. Walking out of the room, she was shocked to see what had once been a peaceful gathering of people, now screaming and running amok. She sped walked towards Lord Ascot, who was trying to speak over the panicked voices.

"Lord Ascot!" Alice exclaimed, holding down a nearby table, which had begun to rise. "What's going on?"

Seeing Alice, Lord Ascot responded "Alice!" he paused, and tried to find the best explanation. "It's raining." That was all he could think of.

"I can see that!" Alice replied in a shout, "But why are people screaming?"

Lord Ascot had opened his mouth to respond, but wasn't able to say anything as a bolt of lightning struck and hit him.

Alice gasped in shock and slight fright. Fighting off the strong winds, Alice moved herself down to Lord Ascot's side. She put her head against his chest, and checked for a pulse. Hearing his heart beat, she sighed, relieved. The only thing the bolt had done to the man was knocked him out cold, but at least for the moment the man was breathing.

Alice realized she couldn't leave him there, and looked up around to see if anyone would be able to help. She was disappointed when she witnessed that she was alone, and that everyone had hidden in fear. She sighed, turning her attention back onto the man on the ground. Gathering the man in her small, slim arms, she rose from the ground. Juggling his weight on both arms, Alice rushed towards the safety of her room.

Now in the safety of her bedroom, Alice deposited Lord Ascot on the bed with little care. Her arms were crossed. She was glaring at the old man, even though he was out cold. "I hope you know you owe me for this one." she grumbled towards Lord Ascot as if he would be able to reply. Realizing that she was wasting her breath speaking to the man, she became mute.

Sitting on the unoccupied edge of the bed, Alice laughed darkly to herself. 'Just my luck,' she had thought, 'We were about to enter England and a storm comes…'

Growing peeved with the silence, Alice let out a low growl. "I don't think I will ever be able to return to Underland." Tears fell down her face at the thought of never returning to her true home, and never seeing the Mad Hatter again.

"You don't mean that" a soft, angelic voice whispered.

Alice glanced around, searching for the source of the voice. Her eyes paused on the stuffed bunny on the floor, which she must have shoved off her bed when she had carelessly placed Lord Ascot on the bed.

"Of course I do." Alice said, staring at the stuffed animal.

"Why?" asked the stuffed rabbit.

"Fate keeps telling me so!" Alice exclaimed, more tears of frustration slipping down her pale face.

"How so?"

"The several business trips away from England, away from the rabbit hole, and now this storm!" she answered, her hands moving around wildly. "I mean…what does a girl have to do to get into Underland!"

However this time, the stuffed rabbit gave no answer. Giving into her frustration and pain, Alice released a choked sob. More tears fell, blinding her.

Having been lost in her storm of tears, Alice didn't give notice to the unusual sparkle the mirror gave as her tears hit against the glass. She didn't even notice the way the mirror changed tear drop after drop. She didn't realize that something was happening until it had seemed to be too late.

Author's notes:
Chapter three is here, and four days early, since I had previously said I update on weekends. If I get good reviews (by that I mean, reviews that encourage me to write, and motivate me), you might get a bonus one on the weekend as well. I am here hoping this chapter three was satisfying. ...It seemed longer when I wrote it...It was three pages.