"Miss Alice?"
"Yes Deana?" Alice said, looking down at her patient. She was the governess of this girl. She couldn't go on the second trip that Hamish's father had because she befriended this girl, then found out she was mentally disturbed. She'd asked if she could look after her. Hamish's father had reluctantly agreed.
"Why IS a raven like a writing desk?"
Alice was immediately taken back to the memory when she'd asked the Hatter that, before she left. He'd said, 'I haven't the slightest idea'. "I haven't the slightest idea," she said, smiling.
"Because I've been thinking. You and the Hatter."
"What an advanced answer!" said Alice. "You are, I hope, not going to go insane?"
"No. I don't think so. Oh, and I drew a hat. The Hatter could wear it." Deana pulled out a piece of paper. Alice took it.
"What did you see in your visions today?" Alice asked as she went over the drawing, her eyes scanning for any non-resemblance to the Hatter. But no. It was all there. The resemblance to him was exact.
"I saw the Hatter. He was very sad and he asked if you could go to Wonderland."
"Well, I can't see. You know I can't go down the Rabbit hole." Alice felt very upset that he was crying every day because she'd left.
"Well...still so. Have you finished looking?" asked Deana, her eyes bright and happy.
"It's beautiful. It resembles the Hatter a lot. I think he'll like it."
"Good, because while you were at the party, I made the hat." Alice stared as her patient bought out a hat. It was exactly like the drawing. The black fabric, the green sash and the white flower on the side were all present.
"I'm sure he'd love this," said Alice.
"Can we go to Wonderland soon?"
"No, I'm afraid not."
"Oh. OK." Deana smiled. Alice then said,
"Good night Deana."
"Good night Miss Alice." Alice kissed her forehead and left.
Although Deana was mentally disturbed, it didn't mean she couldn't make a plan. She pushed all insane thoughts to the back of her mind. First, she'd have to create a car. In the 21st Century, they had cars. She came from that century originally, but the time travel went wrong. She shook her head. Next, she'd drive the car (she went to Young Driver lessons for three years from 11-13) down the hole. That way Alice would have to follow after her. She smiled, and immediately decided to put the plan in action at dawn.
Meanwhile, in Wonderland, the Hatter was crying himself to sleep, as usual. Alice had left. But he was sure that when he'd whispered his farewell she had blushed...
"I miss you, Alice. I miss you," he sobbed. "Come back." Then, he fell asleep.
The next morning, in Wonderland - Underland - no Wonderland - he didn't know. He met the Queen on the castle grounds.
"Good morning Hatter."
"Good morning Your Majesty," the Hatter replied, trying to stay calm.
"I hope you are quite alright. You seem miserable now," said the Queen.
"I just...I wish Alice would come back. Or something to make her come back, I don't know."
"INCOMING!" Someone shouted in the distance. There was a crash. Another voice called,
"Deana!" A familiar voice. Very familiar. The Queen and the Hatter looked at each other. The Hatter ran all the way to his house. And there he saw Alice, shaking her head.
"You nearly crashed into the Hatter's house!"
"At least I can drive!" a girl said. Alice sighed. "And the Hatter is behind you."
"How did you know? I was silent!" the Hatter exclaimed, looking at the girl.
"One knows when they are nearly as mad as you are, maybe even madder," said the girl, getting out of the vehicle. Alice ran to the Hatter, hugging him so hard that she nearly knocked him over.
"I'm so sorry Hatter! Deana was trying to get me back into Wonderland, so she stole a car and drove it straight down the hole!" Alice cried. "It's mad!"
"You know, I think that idea is just marvellous! Beautiful! Crazy!" he said. The girl laughed.
"Hatter, the girl is mentally disturbed," she whispered.
"Oh." The Hatter looked at the girl, who looked at Alice.
"Anyway, you packed your bag. I saw you when I was stealing the car." Alice literally face-palmed.
"I am the stupidest person ever!" she exclaimed.
"No you're not! Don't be scared!" Deana looked at her governess, her large eyes filled with worry. Alice smiled at her. She gently put her patient's hands down from her arms.
"I'm fine, Deana. Don't worry."
The Hatter was stuck in a trance. He couldn't take his eyes off Alice. Her dress was white, with puffy, short sleeves. Her blue eyes, so pure, looking down at her patient, and her smile too...so beautiful...
"Hatter?" He looked and saw Alice.
"Alice," he whispered. He hugged her. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too," she whispered back. "Deana could see you. She has visions of Wonderland, what's happening presently."
The Hatter was speechless. "I...uh..." His eyes were locked on Alice's.
"Hatter?" The Hatter shook his head quickly, then smiled at Deana.
"Yes?"
"Tea party!" she squealed, jumping up and down.
"Wow Deana! You're getting along well!" cried Alice.
She was happy to be back with the Hatter.
