Alice wandered through the park, enjoying herself in the Upper World's air. As much as she loved Underland and it's inhabitants, she was pleased that she still had the option of visiting the realm she was born into.

At this, she sighed, remembering her mother and Margret. Both had passed away by now, but she still remembered what a fuss they made when she announced, after a trip down the rabbit hole on her twenty eighth birthday, that she was going to a 'foreign country', and was only going to visit one month a year.

She had chosen to stay in Underland with her Mad Hatter, Tarrant Hightop, on the condition that she could leave for one Upperworld month each year. Even now, when she had no one left to visit, she would still come and see what changes had happened, and to visit her birth realm.

She came back to herself to see a small, scrawny boy with black hair sobbing behind a bush. Concerned, she walked over.

"Hello. My name is Alice." She said, sitting down next to him.

He peered up at her, sobs dying down to sniffles. "I'm Harry."

"Well Harry, why are you crying?"

"I was ru-running from my c-cousin." He started shakily. "They were Harry hunting. Aunt Petunia chased me out because-"

He stopped and looked down at his feet, seemingly realising he was talking to an adult.

Curiosity piqued, not to mention a dash of anger (Harry hunting indeed! Horrible brat of a cousin!) Alice asked "Why would she do that?"

Harry sniffed, then seemed to decide she was trustworthy. "I said that I had been dreaming of a flying broomstick and a talking mirror, with a kind man who turned into a dog."

Alice had a sudden flashback to her teenage years, dreaming of talking rabbits and tea parties.

"She said I was a freak and was off my head." He continued dejectedly. Looking up at her, he asked in a small voice "Am I going mad?"

The action had become almost automatic by now, reaching up to feel his forehead (she didn't like how he flinched away, not at all) and saying seriously "I'm afraid you are. Mad, bonkers, off your rocker."

He looked so sad, gazing up as his green eyes shined with unshed tears.

"But I'll tell you a secret." She, said smiling at the hope that appeared.

"All the best people are."

Harry found himself trusting this lady with silver-gold hair and her kind, calm manner. Therefore, when she asked "Would you like to come with me and see some more of the best people?" he didn't hesitate to agree.

The trip to Underland, as he was told it was called, was magical, literally. They walked through an ornate mirror and found themselves on a path with an odd signpost.

He jumped as a grinning blue cat appeared.

"Hello Chess." Alice greeted it in a warm tone.

"Hello Alice. Isn't it rather early for you to return?" Chess asked, drifting upside down.

"I found a boy in a garden crying, and decided to help him regain his muchness." She explained. "This is Harry. Harry, this is the Cheshire Cat."

"How do you do, sir." Harry said, recovering his voice.

"The way anyone else does anything, but with more skill and charm." Chess said, grinning even wider.

He grinned back. He liked this cat, a lot more than he liked Mrs Figg's.

The rest of the day passed in a blur for Harry. He met many other people, including Alice's husband Tarrant, the Mad Hatter, and her daughter Marigold 'call me Mandy'.

"Mad little boys are welcome here. Far better than those up top with no muchness." Hatter had declared happily after hearing their story. "Come for tea? Ah, you're awfully late!" He said in mock seriousness, making Harry giggle.

Yes, this was definitely the best day of Harry's life. Ever.