Lovers quarrel,

This, dear readers, is a phrase often used to portray of when a couple in love has a bickering fight and often times will refuse to talk to each other for a long period of time.

An example of this would be when a married couple argues over a silver box of juice or when lovers have a fight over who could drive a submarine to a sunken treasure ship.

And unfortunately for Violet Baudelaire, who had a quarrel with her husband before going on a train ride never to return; that will forever be a quarrel that she will never have the chance to apologize for.
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"Violet dear, please tell me what's wrong," Beatrice asked as she's stands at the door to her daughters bedroom which had been locked since Violet arrived home, running in to her room crying.

"I got two chocolate bars, a sledgehammer, a record of Johnny Cash, and my lock picking kit," Bertrand said as he wraps his on the situation, still unsure as to what made his daughter cry but went ahead and brought the essentials.

"Why did you bring a sledgehammer for" Klaus said sitting down reading The Sobbin' Women, but took appeal to what his father brought with him.

"....because," Bertrand said not sure if he would tell his son of a sledgehammers alternative uses, at least, not yet.
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Quigley Quagmire at the moment felt an uncomfortable chill run his spine as he wakes up in his bed with a splitting head ache, but soon gasps from remembrance of a certain lovely girl.

"Violet," Quigley whispered remembering that this girl was someone important to him.

He remembered her name, her likes, her favorite color; if it was not oblivious, and of how they met, but strangely enough, could not remember more, or of how he remembers something that has yet to happen.

But one things for sure. He wanted to talk to her, so you can guess the utter disappointment he felt knowing his in his room and not a the beach to where his soon to be beloved would be.

"About time you wake up sleeping beauty," Duncan said as he lays on his bed finishing up the crossword in the back of his newspaper.

"When did I get here? What time is it?," Quigley said getting up only to sit back down from a headache.

"Oh, why, thank you brother for dragging me home from a beach 4 miles away and having to apologize to a girl that saw everything as she runs away in panic," Duncan said to himself imitating his brother sarcastically not bothered by the fact Quigley heard.

"Wait a minute, go back, what about the girl. What do you mean she ran off, where is she now; never mind, I'll go to her house." Quigley said as he goes to put on his shoes and messes his already messy hair.

Duncan, processing what his brother was about to do, stopped him, "how do you know where she lives?!?"

"I don't know I just do," He responded and looked at the wall clock figuring that since it's 2 o'clock he'll be able to come back before dinner. That is, before he opened the door to see heavy rain fall.

"Oh come on. It's summer, why raining so much?!?," Quigley said looking at the front entrance, barley seeing passed the patio.

"Well we did have a late spring, the news is blaming it on the horseradish factory, that the smog was the reason of the change in weather, so now people are trying to get it closed down. Although I overheard mother and father say that people are trying to close it down because they can't burn it," Duncan said looking at the rain, feeling the humidity.

"Can you to close the door, my hair is getting messy, I don't want to end up looking like a female Quigley," Isadora shouted from the living room.

"You already look like me, your my triplet," Quigley shouted back

"As if,"
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"It is abnormal." Lemony said in the back of the taxi cab reading the newspaper.

"It is. Being around you after disappearing for so long sure is abnormal," Kit Snicket said in the passenger

"I was talking about the rain." Lemony said, not entirely pleased to see his sister after he told his brother to keep his location a secret, but, like always, she managed to find out.

"Do you think with them," Jacque said as he drove through the hard patting rain.

"Not sure, but it is a odd coincidence that there succeeding."

"If it is then I know someone who can help," Kit said hinting at Lemony who knew who she was talking about.

"You can go, I'll just stay in the taxi."

"Your going to have to talk to her eventually."Kit insisted look at her brother who refused to look up from the paper.

"That doesn't mean now."

"Your hopeless."

"Then hopeless I be."
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"It ok honey, you can talk to me," Beatrice said trying to comfort her daughter that only continues to sob on her bed.

"Can you teach me how to pick a lock," Klaus said snacking at chocolate siting with his father at the hallway just outside of his sisters room.

"No, you don't need to know it and only bad people know it," Bertrand said to avoid having to teach his son skill that good people should not know.

"But you know it," Klaus retold

"That's because of situations like this."

"Then shouldn't I learn it because of situations like this," klaus persistently stated.

"No."

".....then can I learn what the sledgehammer is use for."

"MeN ArE tHe WoRsT," Violet yelled out and continued to sob.

"That," Bertrand said pointing to violets room, "is why I need the sledgehammer for."

"Ok, so I'll made progress," Beatrice said getting out of her daughter's room exhausted.

"That's good, did she tell you who," Bertrand asked getting up from the floor.

"Nope, but will get there."

And just before they could get any questions, the loud knocking of wood coming from the main door could be heard.

"I'll get it," Bertrand said going down the stairs with klaus following behind.

"Jacque, Kit, what brought you two here," Bertrand said as he opens the door revealing the twins and what looks to be a struggling body tied up.

"Lemony?" Bertrand said surprised by the sudden showing of him even more then of his siblings.

"Hello Bertrand. I would greet you, but as you can see, my hand are a little tied up at the moment," Lemony said sarcastically having both figuratively and quite literally had his hand tied up at the moment.

"Guess somethings never change old friend," Bertrand said, and by his daily life at the moment, not even surprised.