Sunny was one of the first ones awake, at five A.M. in the morning. Usually, that wouldn't be good for a child as young as Sunny, but she was a different case. She had gone through many more specific events that would traumatize a regular child, or permanently damage them, either mentally or physically. 

     Some children would probably break their teeth if they climbed up an elevator shaft. I would probably would have done that, especially if I was only Sunny's age. 

     Other children, such as me (I technically qualify as a child still, as I am only seventeen), are terrified of heights, and would have been scarred for life if they were hung out the window in a rusty old birdcage, lived in a stilt house during hurricane season, or were forced to stay on a freezing cold mountain. But Sunny survived all three situations, along with many others. Meanwhile, I personally wouldn't have survived the cold of the mountain.

     But the Baudelaire children, of course, were used to staying up all night and still managing to function, if barely so, day by day. Much like some of the rest of us, if we have one miserable, sad, or even interesting thought, we will be likely up all night. But most of the nights the Baudelaires stayed up on, they were either haunted by their own thoughts, or staying up to try and save their lives. 

     So this behavior was quite excusable, quite like bank robbery is in certain situations. For example, if you were robbing a bank for selfish reasons, that would be considered inexcusable. But, for another example, if you were extremely hungry, and you decided to rob a bank, take home the money and then eat it, that would be excusable. 

     Sunny had opened the door to the refrigerator, which was short enough that she could just reach the handles and pull herself up onto the little space there was before the shelves and shelves began. 

     Sunny quietly examined her options, and nearly jumped out of her skin, an idiom meaning, "To react very strongly to a scare" And would have fallen if Eleanora hadn't caught her.

     "Oh, I'm quite sorry! I didn't mean to scare you," She apologized, "What are you planning for breakfast? I'll help."

     "I really don't know," Sunny admitted. Three of the four words really bothered her, just like it did the other Baudelaires: "I don't know." That three word phrase, that nine-letter-and-one-apostrophe-sentence, was enough to make any Baudelaire's blood boil. 

     "Well, how about pancakes?" The triplets said, appearing out of the shade from the shadows, "Those are always made perfectly." Then, all of a sudden, Isadora fell out of nowhere.

     "Did you just fall?" Duncan said, teasing her.

     "No. I just attacked the floor," Isadora said, rolling her eyes.

     "Backwards?" Duncan and Quigley said at the same time.

     "I'm talented, okay?" Isadora said, kicking Duncan in the shin as she stood up.

     "Ouch!" Duncan said, pretending he was really injured, hopping up and down on one foot, grabbing his shin.

    "Someone's a drama queen," Isadora said lightly, turning away from them, heading to the fridge. 

     "Got that right," Fiona said, stepping out from the living room. She, unlike the two boys, who closely resembled the zombies from the film Zombies in the Snow, a film Sunny and her siblings had watched quite some time ago with the late Dr. Montgomery, looked refreshed. 

     "I'll help," Fiona said, then, stopping to think for just a moment, then said again, "We'll need room for, fifteen people?" She guessed. "I think that's right- oh wait, no- it's sixteen, isn't it?" And she blushed as Klaus began laughing as he came from down the hallway. 

     "I'm a mycologist, not a mathematician, alright?" But at that time, Klaus stopped laughing when the doorbell rang. Violet, having walked passed her brother and her friends, walked over to answer it. 

     Little did she know how big of a mistake that was. As she opened the door, something was injected into her arm. The last thing she saw was the face of the Hook-Handed man.

     "Violet?" Eleanora called out, "Who was that?"

     But when there was no answer, the Quagmires went rushing to the door. All they saw was a black van, who had most likely taken Violet away. And they were right. Sunny, still haven not heard anything, walked over to the door, only to see three Quagmires, looking chalk-white, as though they had seen ghosts. Quigley drew in a shaky breath, before saying three words that would haunt Sunny's dreams all the way into adulthood, turning out in the worst outcomes she could ever have imagined. 

     "Violet is gone."

A/N: I know, I know! It's a short chapter! But PLEASE make sure to read the new authors note!

P.S: I felt like being evil... heeheehee!