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So that means i might not have a lot of time to update in the next three days or so, but chapter three is nearly done so it'll be up as soon as possible :)

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Chapter Two: The Library of Records

Esmé led the way to the office, which was all the way on the top floor. I wondered why we didn't take an elevator instead of the stairs, it would be a lot less tiresome, especially when I was carrying all of the white medical coats in my arms. As we climbed, my mind kept wandering back to that eye I had seen through the keyhole of that locked hospital room. I only got a small glance at it, but I had seen that the eye had been a deep shade of blue, like a sapphire. Who could have been behind that door? Why was that person looking back at me?

I sighed. Maybe I was looking too much into it. It probably was just an ordinary person, who just wanted a bit of privacy. Maybe whoever it was, wasn't looking at me, but at someone else. There had been tons of people in that hallway. Maybe the problem is that I'm starting to become too nosy.

I brushed those thoughts aside and focused my energy on climbing up all of these stairs. By the time we reached the top, I was out of breath and trying to keep up. I followed Esmé down another hallway to a door with a sign that said, 'Do Not Disturb'. Esmé knocked on the door, which opened immediately.

Olaf peered out from behind the door and Esmé slipped inside, remembering to pull me in with her.

The office that Count Olaf had gained access to was dimly lit with a mahogany desk in the center. At the desk was one of those office chairs with wheels on the bottom and an intercom was sitting on top of the desk. It had a couple of red buttons on top. On the right side was a door with a sign that said 'Bathroom' on it. I felt bad for the person who used to have this office. Knowing Count Olaf, whoever's office this was, was probably severely injured or dead.

"You've got the disguises," Olaf praised, snatching one of the white medical coats from my arms and put his arms through the sleeves. "I'll get them to my associates. Hooky is on his way here; they were taking care of some things for me. Actually, there's something I need you to do for me too."

"Yes?" Esmé said.

Count Olaf glanced at me and frowned. "Not in front of the orphan, of course. Blondie, go clean that bathroom," Olaf ordered, "I want it spotless and put this on too." He took the disguises and replaced them with a white hospital gown. "It's your disguise. I figured you were too short to be a doctor and it would be stupid of me to make you a medical professional of any kind. So I decided you're going to be a patient." Olaf looked me up and down before he added, "you definitely won't need much to pull it off. Now go."

I did as I was told and went inside the bathroom to slip the hospital gown on. I left my clothes on underneath just in case. I looked around the bathroom and was happy to discover the bathroom didn't look very dirty at all. Count Olaf must have just gained control of this office and perhaps the last person who was the head of Heimlich Hospital liked things to be clean.

Also, whoever it was, must have not cared for soundproof walls, because if I listened carefully, I could make out the villains' conversation.

I stepped closer to the door so I could hear them better.

"What is it that you need me to do for you, darling?" Esmé was asking.

"I need you to take these keys and find the Baudelaire file tomorrow night after I've announced that Babs is dead—I mean, resigned," he said, "I want to destroy it. You can find it in the Library of Records."

"Consider it done," I heard Esmé say and I heard a few wet noises that made me flinch and cover my ears.

They must have stopped kissing because when I uncovered my ears, Esmé was talking again.

"Shouldn't we find the blond brat's file too?" Esmé said, "The authorities could get their hands on it if we don't."

"Good thinking," Olaf said, "and tomorrow the article about her death will be out for everyone to see. We don't want the authorities to find anything"

Their voices were lowered now so I couldn't hear much else of what they said, but it didn't matter. All I could think about was that there might be a file with information about me…about my parents. Would it be able to explain why they abandoned me and then died in a car crash…or a fire as Jacques mentioned? It didn't matter at the moment; I just had to get my hands on that file. I had to know at last the answers to the questions that I've been asking since I was old enough to understand that my parents were never coming back.

"So you got rid of the old bat?" Esmé said, her voice drifting back to my ears.

Olaf's eyes gleamed as if he were telling a horrible joke. "I'm afraid Babs has resigned recently to become a stuntwoman. She started immediately by throwing herself off of buildings."

They shared villainous grins. I frowned, feeling even worse; that poor woman. I hated how Count Olaf got away with killing so many people. It didn't seem fair. I reminded myself that if I got my hands on that file, maybe I could defeat Count Olaf with evidence perhaps. Maybe while I was in the Library of Records I could take the Baudelaire file as well. I'm sure if it was important to Count Olaf, than it'll probably be important to me.

"I want to show you something too," Olaf said, "let me go check on the orphan to make sure she's doing her chores."

My eyes widened and I quickly grabbed some paper towel, wet it, and began to wipe the counter with it just in time for Count Olaf to walk in with Esmé tottering behind him.

"What are you doing, orphan?" Count Olaf demanded.

"I'm cleaning the bathroom, of course," I said.

"Well, Esmé and I have to take care of something," Olaf said, "While we're gone, you should be cleaning this bathroom. I want it to be spotless when I get back. Don't even think about trying to escape either. My associates are wandering around this hospital as we speak and they'll be able to catch you if you try going anywhere. In fact, Hooky's on his way up here at the moment. Is that clear?"

I nodded. "I don't have anywhere to go," I reminded him.

"Good," Olaf said, "let's go Esmé." He turned to me again. "We'll be back very soon."

They left, finally, and I sighed in relief when I heard them exit the office. Perfect.

Without wasting another moment, I tossed out the wet paper towel and left the bathroom. All I needed now was a key and I would be ready to go. I moved to the desk, which was cluttered with tons of papers. I searched the drawers and found nothing. I sighed and looked around the room again. as I did, something amongst the cluttered papers caught my eye.

It looked like a list of some sort and as I looked more closely, I could see it was a list of patients. A thought stuck my mind then, and I began looking through the lists until I found all of the lists for the fourth floor. I had a feeling that I should try to find the patient with the locked door. I wasn't even sure what ward the patient was in, but I knew it was near the Sick Kids Ward. Quickly, I collected all the wards that said they were on the fourth floor. I read the first list over for the Broken Nose Ward:

Alexander Grayson

Mona Watts

Eliza Burke

Jeffery Fischer

Sara Feldman

William Buckley

There were more names, but none of them held any interest to me. I picked up the next list for the Burns and Scars Ward.

Serena Ashman

Eleanor Bennet

Samuel Sneed

Emma Lisa Surry

Albert Riggs

Ruth Caldwell

I moved the list aside when it too, didn't look helpful. The other two wards for the fourth floor didn't help either. I nearly tossed the lists aside completely, but I caught a glimpse of a patient in the Surgical Ward. My breath caught and my eyes widened. It was Monty Kensicle. Though, I knew by now that Monty Kensicle was nothing but an alias for Lemony Snicket. I stared at his false name and hoped that maybe Lemony Snicket truly is in this hospital. I needed to find him after I got the files so he could help me stop Count Olaf's latest scheme, whatever it was.

I channeled my thoughts to finding the keys now. I searched everywhere and finally saw them sitting on top of a shelf along the back wall. But it was too high for me to reach. Olaf must have suspected I would try to steal the keys and stuck them up there, knowing I was too short to reach them.

I grabbed the desk chair and wheeled it over to the shelf. Climbing onto the chair, I reached as high as I could and finally, I managed to grab hold of them. I must have reached too far because as soon as I grabbed hold of the keys, the chair was no longer beneath me and I toppled to the floor. I got up and frowned when my ankle hurt. I shook it off and hurried from the room. After climbing down a few flights of stairs as quick as I could, while watching carefully for the hook-handed man, I stopped to catch my breath. That was when I realized that I had no idea where the Library of Records was. I needed to find directions immediately because I know that it won't be long before Olaf discovers that I'm gone. When he does, his associates will probably be on the look out for me and I couldn't get caught. Not when I was so close to finding out the truth about my parents.

When I reached the door leading to the third floor, I entered looked around hoping for something that might help. Perhaps I could ask someone for directions. But they might get suspicious if I asked for directions to the Library of Records. It didn't seem like the kind of place hospital patients would typically go. I glanced around me again and found a map hanging on the wall. I stared at it, frowning at the numerous symbols that only seemed to confuse me even more. I looked for the Library of Records, but there was so much information on the map that it was as if everything was written in another language. Finally, I matched the Library of Records to the right symbol on the map and I hurried for the stairs again. I was so close. Only a few more floors.

As I reached the second floor, the door was opening and an odd shaped hand poked out, covered with a white glove. One finger was curved and long while the others hung limp.

I froze and it wasn't until his head poked out too, that I recovered.

"What are you doing, orphan?" the hook-handed man growled, "You're supposed to be with Mattathias or have you escaped? Well, it looks like your plan will be put to a stop once I have my hooks on you."

He reached out to grab me, but my legs finally obeyed my screaming mind and I raced past him, ducking as I did. I hurried down the stairs and I could hear his thundering footsteps as he bounded after me. He was closing in now and I knew I would be caught if I didn't speed up.

I hopped onto the banister and slid down until I reached the first floor. I jumped off and swung open the door. The hook-handed man was reaching the end of the stairwell too and stretched out his hooks to try and snatch me. I slammed the door shut just as his hooks neared the threshold. I giggled when I heard the sound of him smashing into the door, but then I was hurrying for the basement again.

When I climbed to the basement, I immediately entered what looked like the antechamber of the Library of Records.

It was pitch black and I hoped that no one was hiding in the shadows somewhere. The hook-handed man was probably still after me or maybe he went to go tell Olaf. It didn't matter; he was probably back by now and discovered my absence himself. Soon Olaf and his horrible associates would be looking for me and when they did, I would be in a whole lot of trouble. So I had to act fast. I needed to know why my parents abandoned me.

I hurried across the antechamber and reached the door to the Library of Records. After checking to make sure no one was coming, I examined the keys and tried to determine which one would fit into this door. I tried several before I found the right one. At last, I was able to push the door open and tiptoe inside.

I locked the door behind me, just in case. I scanned the dark room, tall cabinets reached up so high that I couldn't reach them. I hoped none of the information I was looking for was in the tall ones. I began my search. 'Rumary…Rumary…' I thought 'That would be in the R section.'

I found the cabinet where I would find Rumary and tried every single key until I discovered that none of them worked for the file cabinets. Frustrated, I tried to yank the cabinet open, but it wouldn't budge, not without a key.

I slumped to the ground and felt tears come to my eyes. I came all this way for nothing—only to discover that I didn't have the right set of keys. I should have known that I'd never be able to find those answers. They died with my parents and soon Count Olaf would get his hands on it to destroy it before I could have any chance of discovering the truth. I knew my parent's names at least; Abigail and Henry Rumary. I knew what they looked like from the photo I had found in Count Olaf's tower room. And I knew who my godfather was. Maybe I would have to settle for that.

Then, I remembered that Jacques might not even be my godfather anymore. Duncan had said that Jacques's goddaughter was someone else. I remembered the last word he had called to me. "…Murrie." Just like Jacques's last words were something 'Murrie'. I forgot what the first name was, but it didn't matter. Suddenly, I had a strong urge to find out who 'Murrie' was, but I couldn't find that out either. I sighed again in frustration.

Before I could move off of the floor, I heard a thud that caught my attention. I got up off of the floor and followed the noise to the M section. I looked down the row of file cabinets under M and found one of the file cabinets was open. Perhaps that's what had made that noise. Was someone here? Was someone looking for a file in the M section? Was it the hook-handed man or Count Olaf? Whoever it was, maybe I didn't care if they saw me. I couldn't care less if my punishment included becoming completely bald.

I waited expecting for the hook-handed man or Count Olaf to appear out of nowhere and snatch me, but no one came. Finally, I decided that maybe Count Olaf or the hook-handed man hadn't found me yet. I moved towards the open file cabinet to look inside. What could be in there that's so important?

I searched through the files, hoping to find Murrie, but the name was nowhere in sight. I sighed in aggravation. Was there any helpful information in this Library of Records?

It didn't make any sense. I looked the files over again and my eyes lingered on the name that should come before Murrie. As I studied the name my eyes widened. For on the file, in crisp letters it read, 'Murray'.

I pulled the file out of the cabinet and sat on the floor so I could look through it. Carefully, I opened the large folder.

The first thing I saw was a clipping of a newspaper article dated in 2001. The headline read: The Murray Family Mystery Unfurls

There was a black and white photo of a family beside the article. There was a well-built man with dark hair who was wearing a nice smile. Beside him was a young woman who had long, blond hair, a sweet smile, and her eyes sparkled with happiness. I wanted to smile back at the woman because she just seemed so wonderful. She was holding a little baby in her arms. She seemed only a few months old and the woman was helping her to wave one of her little hands at the camera.

It was odd. The couple looked so familiar, but I was having trouble remembering why. It was probably because I was tired and sick. In fact, I could feel my nausea coming back. I tried not to focus on it, though.

My eyes fell to the description below. It read:

"A few months ago, an American family disappeared in Ontario, Canada while visiting their cottage near Clearwater Lake on Pine Hill Rd just south of Sudbury. Henry Dean Murray's remains were found in a ravine three miles from their cottage. His body was too badly mangled for investigators to make any assumptions, but markings on his neck lead them to infer that he was strangled and badly beaten. As for Abigail Elizabeth Murray, and their daughter, Jamie Faith Murray, investigators presume that Abigail and Jamie Murray perished in a fire, since their cottage was found burnt to the ground. As of now, there is not enough evidence to make any assumptions…"

I stopped reading the article as my head began to spin. I was so confused right now and feeling nauseous again, only made it worse. I continued to stare blankly at the world around me and all I could think about was the article. Impossible, impossible, impossible…I kept telling myself. It just didn't make any sense. Somehow, in my daze, I made it to my feet, but even then, I was frozen like a statue. It was as if time had stopped.

Memories flashed before my eyes and although it was fuzzy, a memory replayed in my mind.

I had been sitting at the front door playing with a stuffed pink bunny. I remember I was waiting for something—for someone, but it was too hard for me to remember exactly who.

"Jamie! Jamie!" My mother's voice shouting in my memory nearly made me believe she was standing right next to me. My mother, the woman from the photo, scooped me up and as I looked behind us, everything was bright orange as if we were inside a lit jack o' lantern.

The memory was gone as soon as it had come. I gasped sinking to the floor. Suddenly, I couldn't feel my legs. Could it really be that I'm not who I think I am? That I'm someone named Jamie Murray, not Jane Rumary? 'Impossible,' Duncan Quagmire's words replayed in my memory and echoed my thoughts. Then, the world—the world I once thought was a world where Jane Rumary existed was crumbling and then everything went black.

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