All credits go to Uncle Lemony in this chapter, as this was shown in his last written novel, The End.

      The baby paused, and looked at the back of the boat where the nameplate had been affixed. She had no way of knowing this, of course, but the nameplate had been nailed to the back of the boat by a person standing on the very spot she was standing- at least, as far as my research has shown. The infant was standing on a spot in someone else's story,  during a moment of her own, but she was thinking of neither of the story far in the past nor of her own, which stretched into the future like the open sea. She was gazing at the nameplate, and her forehead was wrinkled in concentration. Finally, she uttered a word. The Baudelaire orphans gasped when they heard it, but they could not say for sure whether she was reading the word out loud or merely stating her own name, and indeed they never learned this. Perhaps this last word was the baby's first secret, joining the secrets the Baudelaires were keeping from the baby, and all the other secrets immersed in the world. Perhaps it is better not to know precisely what was meant by this word, as some things are better off left in the great unknown. There are some words, of course, that are better left unsaid- but not, I believe, the word uttered by my niece, a word which here means that the story is over.

     Beatrice. 

     Now, I was his first niece, and he didn't know I existed for quite a while- until I was 9, almost 10, and just before The Bad Beginning was published- maybe just 2 months before? We had, naturally, met at a funeral for my mother. (Father had passed away 3 years before that.) I had also met many associates of his. He was as shocked as I- he never knew I existed, nor did I know he did. Father had always told me he had a brother, but the brother had passed away. I had to live with him- or rather, I chose him instead of the other family members willing to care for me. I practically grew up with A Series of Unfortunate Events- I was 16 when the last book was published, and am now seventeen.

P.S: Dear Editor, if you are reading this, yes, this is not  Lemony Snicket, but his niece, Alli. Please consider this book. I am so sorry that the paper is all wrinkled and in some places, damp, but I had to go through extreme experiences to finish this book.

                                                                                                                             -A.S.