Author's Note: So I came up with this story last year after seeing Hat Trick, a year before OUATIW was announced. So I'm putting this story out now before the new show comes out so it won't affect any headcanons I have. Luckily based off the show's trailer, nothing in my story is really affected. So enjoy!
Alice wandered around, reflecting on her conversation with the Cheshire Cat. "However, if I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter."
"The Mad Hatter?"
"Or there's the March Hare in that direction."
"Thank you, I think I shall visit him."
"Of course, he's mad too."
"But I don't want to go among mad people!"
"Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone is mad here."
As she was lost in thought, she snapped out of it by the sound of maniacal laughing and teacups shattering. That must be them, she thought as she approached the source of the sound. Once they were in view, she could see them perfectly; a man in a top hat and wild hair and a giant rabbit dressed in man's clothes sitting at a long table covered in teapots and teacups.
Timidly Alice approached them. "Pardon me," she said quietly. Apparently she was loud enough so that they stopped what they were doing and stared at her in uncomfortable silence. "May I, um, join you?"
The Hatter continued to stare at her, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. It wasn't until the Hare spoke up that the silence ended. "Young lady, this is a private tea party, and it is impolite for someone to just show up uninvited!"
"Don't be rude Hare, I would actually love it if she could stay. After all, it would be nice if we could have something different for a change." The Hatter pulled out a chair and turned to Alice. "Please," he said smiling, "sit." Alice returned the smile and sat down before the Hatter resumed his seat. "So tell me," he said, his eyes fixated on her, still smiling. "What is your name little girl?"
"Alice, Alice Liddell."
"Alice, what a lovely name."
Alice stared out the window as New York City kept shrinking further and further into the distance. She rest her head against the window, her arms folded. "I still don't understand why we have to move."
"I already told you," Alice's father replied, "I got offered a job in Maine that makes more than twice as much as my previous job."
"It's not that big a deal. All you're doing is counting some rich guy's money."
"Besides," her mother added, "I heard that this is a nice, quiet little town, and personally I think being away from the big city will do you some good."
"I still don't understand why I couldn't just stay behind at home."
"Because you don't have a job and a place to live."
"Although maybe that wouldn't be the case if you didn't go out drinking or clubbing every other night."
Alice rolled her eyes. Even though she was twenty-two, she hated that she still had to put up with her parents' whole "my house, my rules" mentality.
After spending hours in the car, she couldn't help but feel like she was in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but trees around. Finally she saw something amidst the trees; a sign that read "Welcome to Storybrooke."