Alice Madness Returns

Alice: ...This is not my Wonderland...

All that she heard was the annoying sound of the ticking grandfather clock, its pendulum moving back and forth in its neverending swinging. Boy, she wished she could tear that stupid pendulum off and toss out the window into the street below. Someone would likely get hit, but at least she would be free of that irritating thing.
Hold on. The ticking hadslowed down. No, it was gone. Silence. Perhaps the doctor had stopped it and thrown the whole damn clock out of the window. All there was now was darkness.
That was until a key appeared. Attached to a chain. It swung back and forth like the pendulum for a moment until it came to a stop. She couldn't see anything apart from that key. Why did it look so familiar? Her thoughts left her as more keysappeared, all with their own unique designs. Whoever made them must be a master craftsman.
Pocketwatches dropped down from somewhere above, their clock hands spinning around in both directions. Their gears churning and spinning. Like they would fly right out and fly right through her brain. Beyond the gears was a room. A dark, dingy-lit room where she sat, facing her old friend. Or enemy. Orwhatever side he was on. The blasted Hatter. Always mad about tea, and time, and asking daft questions about ravens and writing desks.
The familiar voice of her doctor spoke up from the darkness.
What do you see, Alice?
That blasted Hatter again. Trying to dupe me into drinking poison. Oh, great, now he's going to shove a saw through my legs. Lovely.
Come now, Alice. It's only a dream.
It's not adream…it's a memory. And it makes me sick!
The vision faded into darkness, as several fish swam by. Wait, fish? Was she underwater? And if so, why were there cards swimming about? A new breed of fish?
Now focus. Wait, you're floating again. Weightless, like a cipher. Relax.
Relax? That would be a welcome activity. The only problem was that a million or so card guards were beating the hell outof one another on a bloody battlefield. The monstrous castle owned by that abomination towered behind them, exploding into flames and obliterating all those on the battlefield.
Fire…I'm in hell!
And there she was. That monstrous queen. Sitting on her throne, smirking at her with a horrible mouth and psychotic eyes of the deepest madness. The queen threw open her mouth. Darkness crept in,revealing a face. The Hatter's. He threw open his mouth too. Another face. Her own. Screaming silently in her own insanity. She had to escape. Get away from it. Those memories.
Forget it. Abandon that memory. It's unproductive. Go to Wonderland.
More darkness again. A single ray of what was likely moonlight shone in the darkness, as a figure entered pushing a wheelchair. The large-headed doll in thewheelchair kicked about like the child it was, whilst the bearded centaur pushed her in silence. That was until the doll burst into flames and exploded. A little girl emerged from the flames of the doll, clutching a one-eyed toy rabbit. It was herself again. As a child. Eight years old. Before her life ended.
I'm trapped in my past!
The flames. The flames that burnt her house to the ground. Tookher family from her. Well, most of it anyway. She could see them. Roasting alive in the flames, but waving to her like it was a regular occurrence. The whole house vanished in the flames, as the hulking form of the dragon-like Jabberwock emerged, heading straight for her.
No, Alice. Discard that illusion. Forget it! Go to Wonderland.
I'd rather not, Doctor. My Wonderland is shattered. Its dead tome.
Your preference doesn't signify. Now, Alice, where are you?
The flames and monster vanished, as buckets of water poured into the darkness, creating a river lined with green trees. The sun shone down brightly. She found herself in a boat sailing downriver, accompanied by some familiar and not so familiar faces. One was the White Rabbit, dressed in his finest and for once not consulting his...