(In his office, thinking about Alice after she left, wanting to go back to her, runs to the looking glass place, but the place is guarded. Has to ask the king (Jack) To let him go through the looking glass, then the end scene (very extremely short explanation))

Ch 1.

Hatter spun in his favorite chair absentmindedly as he thought about her. It had been a week since Alice had been pushed through the Looking Glass, into her world, and away from him. He stopped his seat as he thought about this, having gotten dizzy, but it wasn't from the chair. He thought about his last words to her before she left.

"Hell no? Pizza? What was I thinking!?" he exclaimed, slamming down his fist on the arm of his chair. Why hadn't he told her how he felt about her right then and there? He was a coward, that's why he hadn't said anything. There had been a crowd, he had tripped over his tongue, and before he could pick it back up, she was gone, pushed through the mirror before he could even get the words out of his thoughts and into his mouth. Hatter sighed, cradling his head in his hands. Knowing why didn't make it any easier for him to get over. He had happiness in his grasp and, like always, he had shoved it away. He growled at his pathetic nature as he pushed himself up out of his chair and over to his secret tea cupboard. His shop had been ransacked, but apparently then had missed his part of it.

Slowly, his hand wrapped around a bottle and pulled it out, and saw that it was the one he wanted. It was filled with a blue liquid and labeled "Forgetful Bliss". Perfect. His eyes strayed to his hat stand where the dark purple jacket had been hung that he had lent to Alice during her all too short visit to Wonderland. Did he really want to forget, for however long a sip would last? Even though it hurt, did he really want to forget everything they had done and gone though?

He tore his eyes from the jacket and looked back at the seemingly harmless bottle that he held in his hand. Was she really worth breaking the vow he had made himself to never take even one sip of the magical, addicting liquid emotions? His heart lurched painfully as he thought of Alice's face. Her eyes had been the same color blue as the liquid in the bottle. His own dark brown eyes burned with oncoming tears as he slowly set down the bottle, his fingers draping over-top of it.

"What are you thinking Hatter? You can't forget her, no matter how hard you try, or how much tea you drink." He whispered to himself as his hand slid from the bottle and fell to his side.

"You know you won't do it." Came an all too familiar voice from behind him. He spun around to see Jack Heart, self-proclaimed King of Wonderland, standing in his doorway. Immediately hot anger shot through his veins, mixed with envy and a tinge of sorrow. This was the man he had lost Alice to not once, but twice. He had her heart from the beginning, and then he forced her back into her world, away from Hatter, who loved her. And there he was, standing in Hatter's doorway wearing the grin that Hatter hated so much. His blond hair was combed and gelled neatly to the side, and he wore a crisp red suit, both his normal look. Hatter swore under his breath. He knew this was not going to be a very pleasant conversation, despite the smile on Jack's lips.

"What do you want?" Hatter grumbled as he walked over to sit in his favorite chair again, the "Forgetful Bliss" tea sitting in the same place he had left it. Jack fidgeted for a minute after Hatter asked his question before answering.

"Alice," he said, and Hatter hissed as his heart gave another painful lurch in his chest, "asked me to make sure you have everything you needed to be happy and comfortable. It was her final wish, actually." This made Hatter stop in the middle of sitting down, his eyes darting to her jacket, then Jack, tears building up in his eyes.

"She said that?" he choked out, his eyes burning with tears as Jack nodded. Hatter tried to swallow around the lump that had formed in his throat as he thought about what he had just heard. She was finally getting to go home, and she still cared enough to ask the King to make sure he, Hatter, was happy and comfortable? What hurt the most was that he knew that what he needed to be happy, had went though the Looking Glass and would never come back through again. A tear rolled down Hatter's cheek at this thought, which he wiped away hastily when he noticed Jack still standing in his doorway, a sympathetic look on his face. This just made Hatter angry.

"Don't look at me like I'm some pitiful, heartbroken bloke! I'm fine." Hatter snapped, but Jack continued to gaze at him. He looked down, taking his hat off and shaking out his wild brown hair and sighed, falling back in a disheveled heap in his chair. What really got to him was the glimmer of hope the particular thing Jack had told him had installed in him, which he had told himself he would never feel. It was only going to make it even harder for him to get over her.

"Just go." Hatter said, and he winced as he heard the emptiness in his own voice. It truly was the voice of a reckless man who had given up. Jack heard it too and as he turned, before he left, he said something Hatter would never forget.

"Don't do anything stupid, for her sake at least." He said, and then left a shocked Hatter to ponder his words. What had he meant by don't do something stupid? He had to admit, his voice had sounded pretty bleak, but that didn't mean he was going to go throw himself off of a cliff or something. Then again, maybe it did. He was swelling up with so much pain that he felt like the only way to relieve him of the pain would be to end it, end his miserable life, which would never be happy again because the one person he could ever have been happy with was gone forever, and he would never get her back. Hatter sighed and shook his head as he thought this. What was he thinking? Suicide definitely was not an option. Jack was right, as much as he hated to admit it. Alice would be heart-broken if she ever found out that Hatter had done such a thing. Plus, it just wasn't in his nature to die, even if he already felt like he had died inside. In truth, he had died. His heart had died as soon as Alice had disappeared through the Looking Glass.

He flung himself out of the chair, tears now streaming down his face as he tried desperately to get the thoughts out of his head. All he wanted was some time alone, some time to process what he was going through. He had to go somewhere, to get away from all of this, if just for a moment. In truth, he didn't trust himself to be alone, not with the thoughts that were floating around in his head. So, he gathered whatever things he had left, packing some clothes and hats and other essentials, and turning around to get one last look at his office before leaving. He could almost see the day they had met, Alice and Ratty standing before him, Alice dripping wet, Ratty asking for payment, the coat offer, then they left, and the memory disappeared. With one last glance at the tea that still sat where he had left it, he turned and left.