Here chapter 7- finally get to meet Elizabeth Warren. I think.

Not my characters.

"Are you alright?" Patrick Jane stared at his girlfriend who had landed face first in a pile of sand.

She lifted her head to reveal a face and hair completely covered in sand. Yet there was a wide smile on her face revealing her shining white teeth. "Pat, lets face it, I am no good at surfing." She plopped the board to the other side.

"Oh come my dear, mustn't be so easily disheartened." He wiped away the sand from her face and helped her to her feet. She smiled and lifted a hand full of sand and dumped it on his head, while he was looking off in another direction.

"Ooo, Mr. Observant wasn't observant enough." Alice giggled. She bent down to wipe away the sand from her body, when she felt Patrick's hand slip into hers and then she felt a tiny box in her palm. She was shocked.

Slowly lifted her sandy hand. There it was in her palm, a blue box with a white ribbon around it, at the corner of the ribbon was printed in black letters, Tiffany & Co. She felt lighthearted, happy and out of this world. Alice never knew what this moment would feel like and now she felt she wasn't breathing.

She looked around to find a very messy man, with his golden curls covered with golden sand kneeling by her side. His eyes were thousands of colors combined and he had on the widest, happiest smile she had ever seen. This is what true love feels like?

His warm hand got a hold of her free palm, Alice knew he was memorizing every second of this event. Something he would never forget.

"Alice?" She had never heard anyone say her name that way. Love, happiness and a sense of longing ringed in her ear as she heard her name.

"Can I join you in your Wonderland?" A boyish smile crossed his face. Oh off course! Patrick has always said you are Alice in my wonderland. She waited for him to say the magic words, will you marry me? But he never did.

Instead he said,

"Doubt thou the stars are fire,
Doubt that the sun doth move,
Doubt truth to be a liar,
But never doubt I love."

Alice frowned upon hearing this quote, "Pat, why are you quoting Hamlet? Everyone quotes Romeo and Juliet when it comes to love, not Hamlet"

"Hamlet is a far better character. He is complicated and a far better lover than Romeo. I wouldn't be so sophomoric as to quote something so common place as Romeo and Juliet." He replies still kneeling.

At this point Alice smiles and the two lie in the warm sand, starring at the blue sky over head.

"As I do recall," Jane continues, "You have always preferred Ophelia to Juliet."

"Oh my little psychic, Ophelia's ending however is far worst." She places her head on his shoulder.

"Well, I promise you one thing your ending will a happy one. you will die of old age in a warm bed." Jane smiled.

"I hope so." Alice replied.

"Going to the topic at hand, Hamlet, Romeo and Alice in Wonderland aside, will you marry me?" He held her hand and listened to her pulse, slow and steady.

"Now and forever, Yes" Alice responded, "My little Mad Hatter." her giggle was all he heard.

Jane tried to tilt his head to see Alice's face, but he couldn't, he was still numb. There was no beach, no Alice, no little blue box, there was no Hamlet or Romeo, or little Mad Hatter. Perhaps Jane had fallen into the wishing well and never came out.

"Alice! Alice!" He screamed but all he saw was darkness.

Suddenly a hand moved to his side and pressed against his chest.

"Sir, sir. You have got to open your eyes." A little shy female voice could be heard from the darkness.

"My eyes are open" Jane declared.

"No" The little voice replied.

Jane tried and after a few minutes, he slowly lifted his eyelids, to find the world a complete blur. Slowly the owner of the little voice became clear from among the darkness. It wasn't Alice. Jane quickly closes his eyes and says, "Go away! I need to find Alice. I need to tell her I am sorry. I never kept my promise."

The little hand shook him again, "Sir, you better open your eyes or you might slip back into unconsciousness again."

"If that's where Alice is, I am going there." Jane said with his eyes forced shut.

"Who is Alice?" the shy voice asked.

Jane slowly opened his eyes and for the first time observed the girl that was seated on the ground by his side. They were in a dark room, a single bed at the centre, with filthy covering, a toilet in the corner and brown dirty walls and ground all around. At the very end there was a steel door, like the ones in the mental institute. There was a window with bars, similar to a jail. It smelled awful.

The girl looked thin. Her once white short strapless satin evening dress was covered in filth. A trail of blood traveled at the corner of her face. He tried to move his arm, but it hurt, the stab wound must have been deep. Her brunette hair formed curls and hung around her face. She was dirty and sad. Jane tried to lift himself, but he couldn't. The girl helped him to sit up. He coughed a bit and noticed that blood was coming from his mouth. His white shirt was covered in blood and his arm was bandaged with what appeared to be the hem of the girl's evening dress.

"Thank you" pointing to his arm.

"Who is Alice?" She was persistent.

"No one important." Jane said, "You are Elizabeth Warren."

"Yeah, how did...?" She didn't continue, since Jane placed his hand on her lips. He lifted his head to speak into her ear.

"I am a cop, I am going to help you escape. He might be listening so don't react."

"She." Elizabeth said softly, "The kidnapper is a she."

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