A/N: ALICE IN WONDERLAND BY TIM BURTON WAS ONE OF THE MOST EPIC MOVIES I HAD EVER SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! I DON'T GIVE A CRAP IF ANYONE ELSE THOUGHT IT WAS STUPID OR WHATEVER! IT! WAS! EPIC! Now that I've said that, here's the disclaimer. XD!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ALICE IN WONDERLAND! IT RIGHTFULLY BELONGS TO TIM BURTON WHILE AS THE NOVELS THAT INSPIRED IT RIGHTFULLY BELONG TO LEWIS CARROLL! I ONLY OWN MY OC(S), LEWIS CARROLL (Rightfully named after the author, even if that is not his real name), AND LACIE CARROLL! THIS IS MADE FOR PURE ENTERTAINMENT!

Prologue

"Miss Carroll, you are very lucky we do not think you mad or else or else you would have been sacked some time ago," one of the four men stated in the study of the mansion where they all sat in.

Outside of the window nearby one of the men, who preferred sitting by the windows, was the sight of pouring rain, which signaled it was definitely Spring. All of the men in the room were wearing their best suits that night, while as the single woman wore a blue dress without a corset and stocking. Very simple. All of the four men had their hair combed back in a very fashionable, elegant manor while as the blond woman had her curly hair reach freely down to her waist.

"I do not wish for you to call me ''Miss'' Carroll. ''Alice'' will do the trick," she informed the man with a small smile and turned to the other man by the window who had murmured something about her husband not attending as though he did not approve of the matter. "Sir, my husband will be coming around shortly. Lewis is a very busy man, you know. Much busier than some in this room ever cared to be," she smiled pleasantly at him, although in her voice there was a hence of childish teasing.

"Miss—" another man, who had been sitting on the couch across from Alice, cleared his throat," I mean, Alice," he corrected. This was where Alice smiled pleasantly again. She did love giving these men a hard time whenever it came to foolish things such as elegance and what these people called ''manners''. "Alice," the man started again, "you really do have your father's sight in more ways than one, far more ways," he gave her a smile which she happily returned, "But, don't you agree that going halfway across the world is a bit preposterous?" he asked quizzically.

"Actually, truth be told, I don't," Alice laughed gently. All four men exchanged a worried look amongst each other. They might have said that they did not think her mad, but at times they were uncertain. "Now, you kind gentlemen, how about we—"

But, before she could finish, there was a small, hushed, whispered voice that said, "Alice." All five heads in the room turned to the doorway, where a man stood that wore a suit, but it was surely not his best, and instead of his hair being combed back elegantly, he only settled for nicely. Alice smiled over at her husband, Lewis Carroll. "Alice," he repeated, returning the loving smile, "It appears as though your presence is requested in the bedroom belonging to Lacie Carroll," he chuckled.

"Is it another dream?" she questioned him, looking slightly worried now. He nodded in response. Letting out a small sigh, although there was a hence of relief in it, she turned to the other four men. "I couldn't be more interested in this lovely conversation we're having, but I must go see my daughter. You can converse with Lewis now, since you so desperately needed him earlier," she smiled—no, smirked. Then, she left the room and headed off down the hallway without another word, leaving a puzzled Lewis, three red men, and one man by the window who looked as though he had just shown his man hood in public square.

Alice, upon reaching a door that had been about five doors down from the original room she was to the left, knocked lightly on the door. There was a small ''hello'' and she took this as to enter the bedroom. When she entered, she saw that there were stuffed animals of all sorts on the walls on the shelves, and the floor was clean. . . for once. A small smile spread on her face.

"Was it that dream again?" she asked the young girl whom sat in the bed right across from the wooden, tan door as she made her way to the bed and sat down. One would've thought it was her as a mere child, seeing as they both had some of the curliest blond hair in the whole town. However, Alice had deep brown eyes, not the emerald green that her daughter had inherited.

"It's terrifying," the young child insisted as she stood up, now sitting down on her bed rather than laying down as she had previously been doing. "Have you any idea what it is like to have dreams about falling down a rabbit hole? And then you hear voices calling out to you to come to. . . . What is ''Underland''?" the young child shook her head.

You wouldn't know how many times I've fallen through a hole and ended up in an entirely different world, Lacie. "I think I know a thing or two about falling down rabbit holes," Alice said in a teasing voice, tickling her daughter some on the stomach. Lacie began to giggle as her mother did so, falling back down onto her back. "However, I don't have much guidance about voices calling out to me to come down to ''Underland''," she said, avoiding the subject of knowing what that world was.

Lacie nodded once and was quiet for a few moments. Alice was just about to give her daughter a goodnight kiss, thinking that perhaps she didn't have anything else left to say, when Lacie suddenly asked in a hurried, worried voice, "Have I gone mad?" Her eyes were filled with horror at the thought of it and her hands were now trembling some.

Alice giggled gently, her daughter reminding her of herself when she was seven and had asked her late father if she were mad. Also, she had reminded her of the Mad Hatter, who was probably still wondering how a raven was like a writing desk. Alice wouldn't know. She hadn't seem him, or any of the Underland creatures she called her friends, for years. After slaying the Jabberwocky, she had yet to return to that world, and felt guilt every time she thought about it. Her promise to be back there before they knew it was broken.

Pursing her lips, Alice lifted her right hand up, placing the back of it on the six-year-old's forehead. Her eyes widened when a moment or two passed and she removed her hand from her daughter's forehead. "I'm afraid so. You've gone mad. Bonkers!" she shook her head in dismay. Lacie stiffened at this. "But, I'll tell you a secret," she smiled, capturing her daughter's attention again as she leaned in closer to tell her this ''secret''. "All of the best people are."

Lacie giggled and kissed her mother on the cheek as a ''goodnight'', and Alice returned the kiss on the forehead to her daughter as she rose up to her feet.

"Goodnight, mother," Lacie yawned lightly as she cuddled up close to her stuffed animal she slept with every night, which was a blue caterpillar that Alice had gotten her two years ago.

"Goodnight, love," Alice said gently, reminding herself of the White Queen for a moment by her tone of voice, then turned out the lights to the bedroom and closed the door. There was no reason to worry about Underland, because her daughter would be safe. . . for now.

Not so bad for a prologue, right? =P Well. . . yeah. Review or I'll make sure that the Cheshire Cat and Mad Hatter will belong to me. . . and only me. . . forever. . . . BWAHAHAHA! :D?