And I've finally been able to upload this new part of my story! :) This story will consist of books 6 to 8. I'll put summaries for each individual story in this part.

The rating for this story has been changed to T because of some violence. It's not too bad (based on my judgement) but i rated it T to be safe so i'll warn everyone before any violent-like things will happen in a certain chapter. Otherwise, most of it is K+ friendly.

Here's a summary for just this book (TEE):

After the Quagmires were kidnapped by Olaf and his henchmen, the Baudelaires and Jane are far too anxious to enjoy themselves. What's worse for Jane, is the constant fear of Olaf's return. The last words he said,"Mark my words, I will be back for you and your fortune. Just wait until I get my hands on you, you'll be sorry—very, very sorry." continue to trouble her but with great guardians like the Squalors, could Olaf really get her in his clutches again? But appearances can often be misleading and Jane will soon discover that in someone she had begun to trust.

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Chapter One: 667 Dark Avenue

We stood in front of a large apartment building on probably the darkest street I've ever walked down. It was only morning but it felt like it was midnight as Mr. Poe led us down Dark Avenue to where our new guardians lived. They were apparently good friends of the Baudelaire's parents. I was quite curious as who would ever live on such a dismal looking street. Tall trees rose all around us, blocking out most of the sunlight with their massive leaves.

"I imagine you must be nervous," Mr. Poe said and paused to take out his white handkerchief and cough into it. "You have no reason to be nervous though. I realize some of your previous guardians have caused a little trouble, but I think Mr. and Mrs. Squalor will provide you with a proper home."

I wasn't nervous at all. Maybe I was a little curious as to what our new guardians would be like and I hoped they were better than our previous guardians but I didn't get my hopes up too high. I didn't expect much of a difference after all our last guardians had either been murdered or were passive to our situation.

I was far more anxious about many things. For one, I was anxious about Count Olaf. I was anxious about what his scheme might be this time, knowing he would return just like he promised. Would he succeed this time? Or would we escape yet again at the last minute? I could only be relieved that I wasn't in his clutches again though, it was a shame I missed meeting with Monty Kensicle again. I hoped the Quagmires were at least finding him to be helpful.

I was also anxious about the Quagmires. Maybe they had Monty Kensicle but I was anxious about what Count Olaf was doing to them or was planning on doing to them. He'd been furious that I escaped and I hoped he wouldn't take out his anger at me on the Quagmires.

I would've pointed all this out to Mr. Poe at the moment but I didn't need to because Violet was already speaking what was on my mind.

"We're not nervous," Violet said, "we're too anxious to be nervous."

"'Anxious' and 'nervous' mean the same thing," Mr. Poe said. I was well educated enough that I knew that the words 'anxious' and 'nervous' meant two very different things but I didn't even bother to try to explain that to Mr. Poe. "And what do you have to be anxious about, anyway?"

"Count Olaf, of course," Violet replied. I shuddered as I remembered the last words he said to me before driving away with the Quagmires.

"Mark my words, I will be back for you and your fortune. Just wait until I get my hands on you, you'll be sorry—very, very sorry."

I shuddered again. It was another thing I was so anxious about. I was anxious about whether Count Olaf would cook up a scheme that would put me back in his clutches. And I was a little afraid of that because of how angry he had been when first I helped the Baudelaires pass their exams, then I let Mr. Poe find out who I was, and then I escaped. I was afraid to think of what being in his clutches again would mean.

"Count Olaf?" Mr. Poe asked, breaking me from my thoughts, "You don't need to worry about him. He'll never find you here."

"Never say never," I muttered knowing Mr. Poe was completely wrong. If Count Olaf could manage to find us at all our previous guardians he would surely be able to find us here though, it still confused me as to how he always knew where to find us. It was if he had some tracking device on us or something crazy like that. I honestly wouldn't put it past him.

"It's hard not to worry about Olaf," I said, softly, shivering though it wasn't from the cold, "It feels like he's everywhere and…I really don't want to find myself in his clutches again."

"You don't need to be worried about that, either," Mr. Poe said, "I tore up those adoption papers and Mr. and Mrs. Squalor seem like very good guardians. If there is any trouble like that, they will probably be able to stop it and the doorman will make sure no one bad goes in or either of you aren't taken out by anyone who isn't your guardian."

"It's hard not to be anxious about that happening," Klaus said, taking off his glasses and squinting at around in the darkness, "especially when he has our other compatriots in his clutches at the moment."

Though the Quagmires being put into Olaf's clutches were upsetting, I couldn't help smile at Klaus' use of another more sophisticated term for 'friends'. sometimes I liked to think of him as my own personal dictionary since he could define nearly every word in it by heart. Though, he's really more like an encyclopedia because he also knew so much more than the average ten year old since he was an avid reader. I always loved to listen to him read. Not only did I learn from it but just listening to his voice murmuring the words printed on the crisp white pages of those many books sometimes made me get lost in our own world for the moment.

"You don't have to worry about the Quagmires, either," Mr. Poe said, "At least, not for much longer. I don't know if you happened to read the Mulctuary Money Management newsletter, but I have some very good news about your friends."

"Gavu?" Sunny asked in her usual way of speaking, which consisted of small garbled shriek. I've gotten used to her way of speaking by now, though I sometimes still had trouble with some of them. I wasn't really sure what she was asking at the moment luckily Violet quickly translated it for Mr. Poe and I. "My sister means, 'have the Quagmires been found and rescued?'"

"Better than that," Mr. Poe said, though honestly the only thing better than the Quagmires being rescued would probably be Olaf being arrested by the authorities. "I have been promoted. I am now the bank's Vice President in Charge of Orphan Affairs. That means that I am in charge not only of both of your situations, but of the Quagmire situation as well. I promise you that I will concentrate a great deal of my energy on finding the Quagmires and returning them to safety, or my name isn't—" Mr. Poe had to cough into his handkerchief. I kicked a small pebble on the street that I could barely see and waited for him to finish. "Poe. Now, as soon as I drop you off here I am taking a three-week helicopter ride to a mountain peak where the Quagmires may have been spotted. It will be very difficult to reach me during that time, as the helicopter has no phone, but I will call you as soon as I get back with your young pals. Now, can you see the number on this building? It's hard for me to tell if we're at the right place."

"I think it says 677," Klaus said, squinting in the darkness at the building.

"Then we're here," Mr. Poe said. "Mr. and Mrs. Squalor live in the penthouse apartment of 667 Dark Avenue. I think the door is here."

"No, it's over here," a high, raspy voice said from somewhere in the darkness. I jumped, startled and whirled to see who had spoken. The voice seemed to belong to the only other person on the street, a man who wore a hat with a wide brim and a coat that was very big so that the sleeves hung over his hands completely. The brim of his hat covered most of his face. "Most of our visitors find it hard to spot the door," the man said, "That's why they hired a doorman."

"Well, I'm glad they did," Mr. Poe said, "My name is Poe, and I have an appointment with Mr. and Mrs. Squalor to drop off their new children."

"Oh, yes," the doorman said. "They told me you were coming. Come on in."

He opened the door of the building and led us inside a dimly lit room. it was as dark as it was on the street. Only a few candles were scattered around the floor. I couldn't tell where the ceiling ended or the walls. It was like being in a cave.

"My, it's dark in here," Mr. Poe said, "Why don't you ask your employers to put some lamps in here?"

"We can't," the doorman said, "Dark is in right now."

"In what?" I asked.

"Just 'in'," the doorman explained and I could see the hint of a grin on his face as he gazed at me. "Around here, people decide whether something is in, which means it's stylish and appealing, or out, which means it's not. And it changes all the time. Why, just a couple of weeks ago, dark was out, and light was in."

"Dark is in, huh?" Mr. Poe said. "Wait until I tell my wife. In the meantime, could you show us where the elevator is? Mr. and Mrs. Squalor live in the penthouse apartment, and I don't want to walk all the way to the top floor."

"Well, I'm afraid you'll have to," the doorman said. "There's a pair of elevator doors right over there, but they won't be of any use to you."

"Is the elevator out of order?" Violet asked, "I'm very good with mechanical devices, and I'd be happy to take a look at it."

"That's a very kind and unusual offer," the doorman said, "But the elevator isn't out of order. It's just out. The neighborhood decided that elevators were out, so they had the elevator shut down. Stairs are in, though, so there's still a way to get to the penthouse. Let me show you."

He led us across the lobby to a very long, curved wooden staircase with a metal banister that curved alongside. Candles were placed along the staircase and cast a dim glow on the walls. The stairs seemed to go up and up and up to the where they disappeared in the darkness.

"Wow," I said, in awe.

"I've never seen anything like this," Klaus said.

"It looks more like a cave than a staircase," Violet said.

"Or a castle," I said, "or the Tower of Terror."

"Pinse!" Sunny said, which was a word I could understand and probably meant, "Or outer space!"

"It looks like a long walk to me," Mr. Poe said, frowning, "How many floors does it go up?"

The doorman shrugged his shoulders. "I can't remember," he said, "I think it's either forty-eight or eighty-four floors."

"That's nearly as high up as the Empire State Building or the Twin Towers were when they were still standing," Klaus said.

"Well, whether it's forty-eight or eighty-four," Mr. Poe said, "I don't have time to walk you children all the way up. I'll miss my helicopter. You'll have to go up by yourselves, and tell Mr. and Mrs. Squalor that I send my regards."

"We have to walk up by ourselves?" Violet said.

"Just be glad you don't have any of your things with you," Mr. Poe said. "Mrs. Squalor said there was no reason to bring any of your old clothing, and I think it was because she wanted to save you the effort of dragging suitcases up all those stairs."

"You're not going to come with us?" Klaus asked.

"I simply don't have the time to accompany you," Mr. Poe said, "and that is that."

I sighed.

"If you're afraid of the dark," Mr. Poe said, "I suppose I could delay my search for the Quagmires, and take you to your new guardians."

"That's okay," I said, "I'm not afraid of the dark."

"Neither are my siblings and I," Klaus said, "and finding the Quagmires is much more important."

"Obog," Sunny said, sounding doubtful.

"Just try to crawl as long as you can," Violet said to her, "and then Klaus and I will take turns carrying you."

"I'll help too," I offered, "Good-bye, Mr. Poe."

Good-bye, Mr. Poe."

"Good-bye, children," Mr. Poe said, "if there's any problem, remember you can always contact me or any of my associates at Mulctuary Money Management—at least, as soon as I get off the helicopter."

"There's one good thing about this staircase," the doorman said, as he guided Mr. Poe back to the front door. "It's all uphill from here."

He chuckled as he disappeared into the darkness. I felt a small tug inside me as if apart of me suspected something was up with the doorman. I shrugged off the odd feeling and faced the wooden staircase. I joined the Baudelaires whohad already started up the first few stairs.

As we climbed up the winding stairs that seemed to stretch on forever we could hear noises coming from inside the many apartments we passed. Like when we reached the nineteenth floor we could hear a woman say "Let them eat cake" in a voice with a strange accent.

"I wonder what people will hear when they walk by the penthouse apartment," Violet wondered out loud, "when we are living there."

"I hope they hear me turning pages," Klaus said. "Maybe Mr. and Mrs. Squalor will have some interesting books to read."

"Or maybe people will hear me using a wrench," Violet said, "I hope the Squalors have some tools they'd let me use for my inventing."

"Or maybe people will hear me singing or playing an instrument or even acting," I said, "Maybe the Squalors have a piano I can play or some scripts to look at. But if they don't, I suppose I could settle for watching movies with my favorite actors and actresses."

"Crife!" Sunny said, from where she crawled along beside us. I didn't need to understand Sunny's language to know what she meant.

Violet looked down at Sunny and smiled. "I don't think that will be a problem, Sunny," she said, "You usually find something or other to bite. Be sure to speak up when you want us to start carrying you."

"I wish somebody would carry me," Klaus said, and clutched the banister for support. "I'm getting tired."

"Me too," Violet admitted. I nodded in agreement. "You would think, after Count Olaf made us run all of those laps when he was disguised as a gym teacher, that these stairs wouldn't tire us out, but that's not the case. What floor are we on, anyway?"

"I don't know," I said, leaning forward and squinting at one of the doors, "there don't seem to be any numbers on the doors. I've lost count."

"Well, we won't miss the penthouse," Violet said. "It's on the top floor, so we'll just keep walking until the stairs stop."

"I wish you could invent a device that could take us up the stairs," Klaus said.

"That device was invented a long time ago," she said, a hint of a smile in her voice. "It's called an elevator. But elevators are out, remember?"

"And tired feet are in," Klaus said, and I could hear a smile in his voice too.

"Clearly, the people in this building must love exercising," I said, smiling too, "You probably don't even have to bother visiting a gym or jogging outside. You burn all your calories just by walking up and down these stairs everyday."

"Remember that time," Violet said mostly to Klaus and Sunny. But I listened, I enjoyed hearing stories about the Baudelaires lives before the fire. I liked to imagine my life would have been similar if I grew up with a family too, "when our parents attended the Sixteenth Annual Run-a-Thon, and their feet were so tired when they got home that Dad prepared dinner while sitting on the kitchen floor, instead of standing?"

"Of course I remember," Klaus said, "We had only salad, because they couldn't stand up and reach the stove."

"That sounds like the perfect meal for Aunt Josephine," I said, referring to our old guardian, "I wonder why she never just made salad instead of that cucumber soup. Of course, it was cold because she was afraid that the stove might explode."

"Pomres," Sunny said sadly, which meant, "As it turned out, the stove was the least of Aunt Josephine's problems."

"That's true," Violet said quietly. Someone from behind a door sneezed.

"I wonder what the Squalors will be like," Klaus said.

"Well, they must be wealthy to live on Dark Avenue," Violet said.

"And they must be active people if they're going to live on the penthouse of a building with no elevator," I said.

"Akrofil," Sunny said, which meant, "And they're not afraid of heights, that's for sure."

Klaus smiled in the darkness and looked down at Sunny. "You sound tired, Sunny," he said. "Violet and I can take turns carrying you. We'll switch every three floors."

"I can help carry Sunny too," I offered.

"That's very nice of you, Jane," Violet said.

Violet took the first turn carrying Sunny and from there we switched every three floors. The climb up these lengthy stairs seemed to last for what seemed like forever.

"If only these stairs were enough to stop Count Olaf," I muttered, "I'm hoping he gets too tired to come after us but I don't think he could ever get tired of that."

"It seems nothing will ever stop him," Klaus said.

"I doubt that Olaf hid the Quagmires on that mountain," I said, "I was on lockdown at his home when I was in his clutches. And why wouldn't he be at his home or somewhere in the city at least? He's still after us and he would never let the Quagmires out of his sight like that. I wonder who told Mr. Poe that."

"You're probably right," Violet said, "I wasn't so sure if Mr. Poe was right about that information. But does that mean he's going to bring the Quagmires along when he comes after us again? Like he did with you?"

I shrugged. "He might," I said, "but my involvement in helping to foil his plans to get your fortune and escaping might make him change his strategy up a little. If they're not with him like I was then, we can at least assume that they'll be nearby. Otherwise, they'll be at his home, probably."

"Ekopo!" Sunny said, from Klaus' arms, which meant, "Then maybe we'll have to be the ones to find and rescue them."

Violet nodded. "It'll be very dangerous," she said, "but we can't let the Quagmires down."

"I'm a little scared about Count Olaf's next scheme," I admitted, looking down at my feet, "I have a strange feeling that something even worse will happen. I don't want to end up in his clutches again."

"You won't," Klaus said, firmly, "even if he tried to kidnap you, the authorities will be able to stop him. It would take too long to go down these stairs."

"But it is quite dark," I said, "what if no one notices I'm gone until later."

"We'll notice," Violet said, "so don't worry so much about it."

I nodded but sighed. That didn't really help me feel any less worried and the feeling continued to gnaw at my stomach.

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