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2

Have you ever been driving a car, and suddenly run over a beautiful young deer, and when you got out to see if it was okay, you couldn't tell at first? This is precisely what Violet felt as she knelt beside Klaus ten minutes later.
"Klaus, are you okay?" she asked quietly.
He stirred a little, rasping the word "yes" as if it were quite an effort.
"Here," Violet empathetically offered her hand to Klaus and helped him up from his sprawled position upon the earth. "Let's get going."
The two Baudelaires walked in silence for a long time, not knowing what there was to say. The sky was almost dark, and a chill crept through the air. The only sound was the grass, wet with dew, under their feet.
"Where do you think she is?" Klaus asked abruptly, breaking the thoughtful silence. Violet did not need to ask "Who?" She already knew. She had been thinking the same thing.
"I don't know, but I just hope she's safe." Violet replied. Klaus could detect a definite tone of worry in his sister's voice. It seemed to transfer, at the moment, into him as well. "All I know is we have to find her."
"They wouldn't do anything to her yet. They need her to get our fortune. For now we need to worry about keeping ourselves alive. We need food." Klaus informed Violet, a word which here means told Violet with confidence.
"Where can we get that?" Violet inquired. Klaus shrugged.
"We'll just have to keep going this way." he answered thoughtfully.
That seemed enough for both of them, and they elapsed into their own thoughts. They were so absorbed they didn't notice the pungent smell of fish wafting through the air, nor how the cold air was getting even colder, nor how the air was getting considerably breezier. They did, however, notice that something was changing as they walked, meaning they were growing closer to some kind of vital difference.
"There's the answer to your question." Klaus muttered as the sounds of the seaside town cleared and increased in volume.
"Let's rest before anything." Violet suggested, yawning. She could barely bare the gnawing hunger in her stomach, the fatigue was even stronger.
"I suppose," Klaus agreed. "Even a park bench wouldn't be bad."
That made them both stop a second to think about their past. Not so long ago, they would have looked at the speaker in disbelief if someone started talking about the pleasures of a bench like that. But then, they had had a mother and father, and all they could ask for. Bhey had been the rich Baudelaire family then. Now they were the poor Baudelaire orphans, not even of which were all united at the moment. Now was different.
"Yeah, anything. I'm just not risking being split up with you like Sunny." Violet told him with a smile.
"You know," Klaus said thoughtfully, as if he hadn't heard his sister's words. "Let's just rest here before we get in the middle of things. It will be harder then to get to sleep."
"Good thinking." Violet yawned. She didn't even stop to think of what-ifs. They had started their journey well before dark, and now, the sky was the sleepy cold gray of a new day just about to dawn upon the world. She just found a mossy spot under the shelter of a treetop, and closed her eyes. Klaus did the same.
Klaus was the first to wake up. The sky informed him that it was past noon, and the noises of the town were much louder than before. All the activity had moved from the body of water, whatever it was, to closer to the wilderness. He glanced at this activity, searching for a place to maybe get food, and for the first time, he smelled the fish and felt the breeze. And even more. He saw a dock and bay! He turned to his pretty sister to say something, but decided not to wake her. He sat with his back against a tree and waited, listening to the pleasant, conforting, familiar sounds of carpentry shops, crashing waves, children playing...
Violet opened her eyes after about twenty minutes and Klaus rushed over.
"Violet!" He said. "Look at the other end of the village! There's a bay!"
"There's probably a restraunt near the dock!" Violet guessed.
"We don't have any money." Klaus pointed out glumly.
Violet brushed the hair out of her eyes and closed them in thought. She didn't take out the ribbon from her pocket to keep it out, because she usually only did that when thinking of an invention.
"I could get a job." She suggested doubtfully, snapping her eyes back open.
"But we can't wait weeks to get something to eat!" Klaus told her, dismayed.
"True. I know! Let's go explore this place, and see if there's any markets or fruit stands giving away free samples." They sighed. That would not be enough. But what other choice was there? Klaus couldn't think of anything better, and they were desperate, so they both wearily stood up.
"Hey! Where's the little one?" a sneering, sarcastic voice suddenly asked from behind them. Thirteen-year-old Klaus and fourteen-year-old Violet looked up in shock to see the speaker. "Get 'um!" the man yelled. He was broad with a mustache and beard.
"Run!" Violet screamed. Faces were poking out from behind dwellings and trees. Stampedes were dashing out from every direction. Closer! Closer! Trapping them. The Baudelaires ran. They ran so fast they were barely blurs. They ran faster than ever before. Faster than they ever had in boarding school. They whizzed all the way to the dock before turning to see the men coming fast from the very back of the kids' lines of visions but getting closer.
"Hide!" Klaus yelled. They frantically glanced around.
"In there!" Violet commanded. She dove for the first thing they laid eyes on worthy of hiding two thin teenagers. It was a huge box full half- way with something, but the children, at the moment, didn't have the time to care what. Klaus grabbed for the top of the box and tried to peel up the flaps, but the box, of course, was shut tight.
"Oh, no."
"Klaus, quick!" Violet was so frantic that she spoke with exasperation at her younger brother unintentionally. "Sorry." She added in a mutter much like his own uttered words a few seconds earlier. Klaus did not answer as he tried to no avail to open the box enough to reveal a square about two feet of the contents within, not so he could see what it was, but so he and his sister could slip in and hide.
"Klaus," Violet said in a quiet, shaky voice. Klaus looked up at her. In the background, he saw what seemed a conspiracy of villagers who held the belief that they were killers. But he was focusing on his sister. She was holding a sharp, triangular piece of glass in one hand. Klaus didn't need to ask "What?" to get the message. He dashed out a few feet and grabbed a slightly smaller piece for himself. Together, they started hacking quickly but neatly. Within seconds, they had revealed the inner section of the box. They leapt in in unison. Klaus secured the lid quickly, and then they both stayed completely motionless inside. They knew that if they moved one muscle. coughed one time, made one mistake, they would be discovered. and killed.

A/N: Ooooh! I love suspense! Don't you? Too bad it will be hanging in the air forever because you're not reviewing it.