Disclaimer: The usual. Gotta love the monotony. But hey, at least I'm reliable.
"The Baudelaires were here, weren't they?" Kit said. The boy in the chair nodded warily, keeping his eyes trained on her while a small snake wove its way through his fingers.
"Oh!" she noticed his nervousness, "I'm so sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Kit – Kit Snicket. The World Is Quiet Here,"
The boy nodded, "Jacques said you might come. I'm Quigley Quagmire,"
Kit dropped the book she was holding, "So you did survive?" she said. He nodded. "Good,"
"Er…Kit?" Quigley said, "Jacques said to give this to you. It's from some count…"
"What?" Kit snatched the letter he held out. Her name was printed on it in sickeningly familiar scraggly handwriting. Her stomach did several back flips, and her heart churned. Count Olaf…the tall, dark boy who'd called her bible bullshit, who'd told her he liked her, who'd kissed her…the man who'd killed Beatrice and her husband, murdered Dr. Montgomery, and tried to marry Violet Baudelaire. She couldn't give him the satisfaction. Her eyes turned to steel, and she threw the letter into the blazing fire, where it was quickly reduced to ashes.