Dear reader in this chapter, as you read, there will be three words used to best explain the mood, as well as the behavior, of Violet Baudelaire in the hope that you, dear reader, will understand just what is to be expected. The words are Lost, Confusion, and Wonder. Now these words are very simple and that it would surprise me if they weren't. But if you don't know these words well....you well know them now.

Lost, this is the word that can best explain how Violet Baudelaire felt when she woke up that morning in her childhood bed.

Although it would be strange to be lost because one would figure that they had grown up in there room so there is no reason for one to be lost in there own room, but this is not the case for Violet because this room should not even exist anymore.

This is the very childhood bed that had been in the second floor of her childhood home that had been burned down years ago; so as I said.

Violet Baudelaire felt lost.

But it wasn't just the childhood bed that left her lost but the sound of humming and the sweet smell of maple syrup coming from down stairs.

As she got up from her bed and walked down the stairs the humming became clearer and as she saw the beautiful women in the kitchen, she couldn't help but cry.

If you have ever had to be in the situation of losing a family member close to you it's common to feel a great sense of pain and sadness but if you have been in the situation of seeing a lost family member that is now alive, well, no words can describe the feelings Violet felt seeing her mother.

"Mother.....", Violet said in whisper as she rushed to her mother in fear that this was nothing more then a dream and that the minute she was to embrace her, will be gone.
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Confusion, this is the word used to explain how Violet felt having sat down, eating freshly made pancake covered in maple syrup, topped with whipped cream and fruit picked this morning.

They tasted wonderfully delicious, in fact to delicious to be a dream.

Everything felt to real.

It felt to real when her father came to the room and ruffed her hair in a playful manner as he sat down and began to read the Daily Punctilio muttering little comments to himself about the articles.

It felt to real when Klaus came to the room reading a book in his hand, careful walking around so to not to bump into anything.

It all felt to real, but she remember this day. Back when she was little. This was forty years ago.

So, it came to Violet conclusion to tell if this is real or not.

"Mother," Violet said in a questionable tone.

"Yes, is everything alright," Beatrice said to her daughter expecting a common question she would ask, like what would a sun dial be used for in the modern age or can a chicken survive without its feather, to which Klaus would help answer or look in concern as to why the chicken lost its feathers.

But that did not happen.

Now what is about to happen, I will warn you now, will be the cause of family tension.

Family tension being in a sense that someone was to react in a way that will bring concern or question the the family.

Like for example if you said you were going to run away with the circus and marry a clown, this would bring family tension if your parents had a fear of clowns. If you were to have a elephant in the library wearing a fireman suit, there will be family tension until someone asks why there is an elephant in the room.

There is no elephant in a fireman suit in the Baudelaire library at the moment to bring up, but there will be family tension for the figurative elephant in the room that Beatrice Baudelaire brought given the reaction to Violet Baudelaire's question.

"What do you think of the Volunteer Fire Department?"

Beatrice became tense, unsure how to respond to her daughter's question.

"Wh-what brought a qu-question like that." She stuttered in a tone very unlike her normally pleasant demeanor.

It was then clear to Violet this was not 'to real', it was real.

She could see it in her mother's eye as Beatrice tried to stand her ground, fidgeting her hands clearly showing that she was anxious.

She could see it in her father's eyes as Bertrand slowly put down the newspaper he was reading, a stern face, yet shock in his eyes. Probably trying to figure out what his daughter could possibly know.

She could see in her brother's eyes, the purest look of confusion, constantly looking from his sister, to his mother, then his sister, then his father, consecutively.

"I wish to be excused," Violet said feeling that the family tension in the room was to much and hurried to her room closing the door feeling very confused at the situation at hand.
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Wonder, this is the word best use to describe how Violet Baudelaire felt seeing her reflection in the mirror.

Nothing looked strange, that is, if what your expecting is your reflection that's your suppose to look at was that of an under developed ten year old girl.

She looked like any other child with pleasant facial features, nothing was different from how she remembered herself to be.

As she put on a simple yellow dress and a green trench coat she giggled at the thought of what her beloved sister-in-law, now deceased, would say about the clothes she wore.

Yellow like the sunrise
Looks great on the eyes;
Green the color of peas
I'm awfully pleased

Once she was dressed there was a knock at the door and in popped the head of her eight year old brother. "Im alone, might I be allowed in?" Klaus said in a curious and pleading manner.

"The pleasure is mine, there's nothing stopping you," Violet said in a cheerful manner, and one can not blame her, after all, she had not been able to see her brother since his wife's funeral twenty years prior and has been missing ever since.

As Klaus came in he sat down on the bed and ask, "are you going somewhere?"

"No" Violet said buttoning up her coat.

"Then why are you buttoning up your coat?", Klaus said with worry now for his sister.

"Because I'm going out," she said then slipping on rain boots.

"So you are going somewhere." Klaus said getting up on his feet clearly ready to accompany his sister.

"Not somewhere, just around" she said finishing her outfit with a rain hat.

"Alright then I'll get my coat and tell mother and father that we are taking a walk outside", he said heading to the door.

"I don't think that would be a good idea, it's better if you stay here. It might not be safe for you," Violet said stopping her brother.

"But, if it's not safe for me, how can it be safe for you? Is this about this morning? Mother and father are still acting strange from that..........thing," Klaus said in hopes that he'll get an answer for question he himself can't explain.

Klaus, at this time of his life, wanted what any child asked for. Answers. And having only been able to read half the books in his family's library, had questions that he felt couldn't be answer just by reading books.

Violet, on the other hand, wanted nothing more then to tell her brother everything, but not sure how. She herself had questions she's not sure anyone can answer and having just realized that she is living in the real world was everything else a dream? Although it would explain the last memory of having fought her way though a train just after taking back the pocket watch that the fire-starters just finished making, then having the train derail into the ocean. Was this just some psychological torment her mind made to deal with the outside world?

"I don't know, but if you could do me the favor and look up on dreams maybe you can help answer both are questions" Violet said to her brother as she walked out of her room and out the door of her house in hope of figuring out what's going on in her life.

Klaus sighed knowing this is probably the best answer he was going to get from his sister but just as he took a look around his surroundings he saw a small shiny silver object just hidden in the covers of his sisters bed. Unknowing to him at the time, that as he picked up the pocket watch dangling from its chain, the Baudelaire children just had there fates changed for the better and for the worse.

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Violet walk down the path to nowhere looking down at the sidewalk hearing the inconsistent drops of rain thinking of who she was and what she was going to do.

"This doesn't make sense" she whispers to herself.

Was everything she thought she experienced a dream? It couldn't all be a dream, if it was then why did her mother react the way she didn't? It not like she directly said "are you a member of VFD" or "if you were to die, would Klaus, Sunny and me be sent to Dr. Montgomery Montgomery."

This question only stopped Violet from walking to be shocked that she had yet to realize her beloved sister has yet to be born. This being if Sunny Baudelaire even did exist. Does Uncle Monty existed, or Aunt Josephine; not even Kit or Dewey or her beloved husband and the Quagmire triplets.

The more Violet thought of this she soon realized that the water on her cheeks was not from the rain that has increased from the time she had left her home.

But then an even more troublesome thought came to her mind and just as quickly as her thought came, she ran.

It took less then a second of arriving that nothing was a lie.

No matter how much she tried to stand her ground, she couldn't stop her shaking, no matter how much she bit down on her teeth, she could not stop the chatter; you can't blame her though. She was looking at the house of the monster that haunted her sibling and her life.

The house of Count Olaf.

"Is everything alright dear", said a kind voice of a women spoke up from behind her.

"Justice Strauss?"