*2 years later*

"Have a merry unbirthday!" Tarrant yells to the March Hare as Alfie draws near. Pouring tea into a broken tea cup and passing it to him.

"Don't mind if I do!" He yells back trying to take a sip of tea and shaking uncontrollably as it all spills out the cracks in the cup before any can reach his mouth.

"You weren't invited!" Tarrant yells as Alfie steps through the gate. Alfie immediately steps back, closes the gate, and knocks. "Who is it?" Tarrant asks running over to the gate his emerald green suit shining in the sunlight. "Oh Alfie! Come in, come in, do join us. No time to chat. We have unbirthdays to celebrate. So do hurry. Take a seat." Alfie starts to sit at the end of a long table with so many chairs one would think it never ended.

"Not that one." The March Hare yells pulling the chair from underneath him.

"Alright. How about this one?" He says moving to the middle of the table pleasing the hare in a waistcoat.

"How've you been deary?" The Dormouse asks with a grin.

"Good, what about you, my dear?"

"Oh! I've been quite alright." She grins taking a sip out of her full cup.

"You must have some tea!" Tarrant yells pouring into a new cup and throwing it at Alfie which he skillfully ducks.

"Some things never change." Alfie laughs and Tarrant begins to look embarrassed at his behavior for a moment.

"Well it is your unbirthday. Would you like a hat to celebrate the occasion?"

"Sure."

"Oh goody, I don't know when the last time I made a hat was!"

"Last week," The Dormouse whispers as her and the March Hare bellow in laughter.

"What color should I make it. Yellow, no blue, maybe pink, what about plaid, or stripes." He rattles running to the house as everyone follows his fever dream.

"Blue stripes." Alfie states defiantly. The house is tall, but not necessarily big. It's a mixture of colors from yellow to blue, but not in an off putting way. It was perfect for a man such as Tarrant.

"What an odd request. Then again. You are an odd fellow. Alright. Blue stripes it is. Come back to me when I am done. Shoo." He exclaims pushing alfie out the door.

"Shoo." The March Hare yelled throwing a tea cup at Alfie's head. Smiling as he closed the door, Alfie went on to the next adventure knowing the hatter would surely bring him the finished product and that it would be amazing. Alfie expressed a jovial laugh, the sound was almost foreign to him, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

He hadn't known how much time had passed, but he had received his new hat which he stored in the top of his closet of his new house. Tarrant was upset to live in a house by himself when there used to be a village surrounding him before the jabberwacky attack.

Accordingly, Alfie built his house alongside Tarrant's using spare resources he could find in the forest. So his house was built out of wood, and tin, and honestly looked as if it shouldn't be standing in the first place. A wooden foundation, roughly cut boarding walls, with holes for windows and a door, a tin roof, and per Tarrant's request large fabric to cover the holes using nails. He had tried to paint it blue, but only got halfway before running out of paint. He figured it would do, it has two stories and was as sturdy in construction on the inside as it appeared broken on the outside.

Alfie stood eye to eye with Tarrant as he gave him a final hug before laying his hat over his now shaggy blond hair and threw his pack over his shoulder. Alfie recognized fear in Tarrant's aged eyes, but Alfie knew that look all too well.

"How is a Raven like a Writing Desk?" Tarrant piped up quickly attempting to prolong Alfie's departure.

"You can not come and I will be alright I promise. After all, I have a cat for a hat this fine morning." Alfie smiled as he heard his hat begin to purr.

"How did you know?" Cheshire smiled his toothy grin and Alfie appreciated the heat emanating from his now unravelling hat.

"My hat is still in the closet, you fool," Alfie scolded. "I am a grown man now you too. I now you believe my mother would have wanted you to keep me safe, but you have. Past wimberwomps, and climperclaps, and all the other creatures that I have misnamed that have crossed our path. This is my life though, and it's time I started living it the way I wished." He declared closing the gate behind him. "Just keep the house warm for me Cheshire. I promise I will return."

If this were to be his new home, at least for now then he may as well make himself useful he decided. He marched towards the White Queen's castle with a new plan in mind. To join her army and rank up as far as he can. He wouldn't return to England until he could make his own decisions.

As everyone else had said up top, Alice wasn't coming back from that voyage. He accepted glumly. So why should he return from his great adventures. Keep dreaming up 5 impossible things before breakfast and keep his mother's fiery spirit alive the only way he knew how. In Underland.