The following writing in underlined italics is taken from Lemony Snicket's: A series of Unfortunate Events, The Slippery Slope.

"There, Quigley, do you see the ledge where my left fork is? It's solid enough for both of us to sit for a moment and catch out breath." –Page 210 S.S.

"Maybe they didn't want us to find out about such a dangerous place," Violet said, peering off the ledge, "although if you have to hide a headquarters, it's a beautiful place to do it. Aside from the remains of the fire, this is a very lovely view."

"Very lovely indeed," Quigley said, but he was not looking at the view beneath him. He was looking beside him, where Violet Baudelaire was sitting. –Page 211-212 S.S.

"Violet?"

"Yes Quigley?" Violet kept looking at the ruins of the once magnificent V.F.D headquarters.

"Do you know the song: 'Very fine day'?"

"My Mother Used to sing it to me when I was little."

"Mine did too. Do-" Quigley stammered and looked at his feet. "Do you think you could sing it for me?"

Violet had always been a little shy of singing in front of people, but she wasn't shy to sing in front of Quigley. She looked up at Quigley, smiled, and started singing.

Quigley stood up and reached his hand down to Violet.

"May I have this dance?"

Violet smiled, and continued singing. She took Quigley's hand and stood up. Quigley kissed the back of Violet's hand and bowed slightly.

Then they waltzed away. It had been a while since Violet had danced; She and Klaus had learnt to dance from her mother and father, before Sunny was even born. But right then, she wasn't thinking about her parents, she wasn't thinking about anything that had happened since that morning at Briny Beach; the fire that destroyed her home, moving from guardian to guardian, being followed everywhere by a villainous murderer and his greedy troupe, she wasn't thinking about rescuing Sunny from evil Olaf's clutches, or Klaus discovering the verbal fridge dialogue down below, or the mystery of V.F.D, or her friends, Duncan and Isadora Quagmire. But she didn't care; she was in her own dreamland, she was free, and she was leaving behind the hurt that had so rudely invaded her life.

"Violet." Quigley said quietly in Violet's ear. "You're a beautiful singer."

"Thank you." Whispered Violet.

They stood back at looked into one another's eyes, still holding hands.

"And a beautiful dancer."

"It takes two to tango Quigley." Violet smiled giggled, for what seemed the first time in years.

"I Leant from my Mother." At the mention of Quigley's mother, Violet remembered her own mother, all the sadness, and hurt flooded back in, and she remembered why they were here.

"It's starting to get dark." Violet wasn't smiling, or giggling anymore. "We'd better keep climbing." Quigley seemed to come out of a dream, and looked at the ground.

"Okay." Quigley murmured. He stepped forward and gave Violet a friendly hug. "It has indeed been a Very Fine Day, hasn't it?" Violet smiled again.

"Yes it has, Quigley."

Violet didn't know then that the Very fine day would end soon, but that didn't matter, as unfortunate as the eldest Baudelaire's life was, or ever would be, nothing could take away that moment of happiness, it would not last for long and if I were you I would stop reading this and pretend that it did, because as you may have come to learn, bad luck seems to follow the Baudelaire orphans. But Violet would always remember the time when she seemed to float away to a distant land with Quigley Quagmire.