A/N: Wow! Third chappy finally up. I'm gonna need more feul, or in other words reviews, to keep going on. and I already have the fourth chapter written, too. You just have to write for it!

Disclaimer: If I really have to waste my breath. I don't own anything except Sunny's helper person, anyone else I made up, and the plot. If this weren't true, this wouldn't be called a fanfiction, would it?

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The engine revved and groaned as an old man does when ill. Count Olef uttered a curse under his breath and took a long swig from a beer can.
Sunny sat quietly in the back seat, watching it all with disgust. She was tired, but didn't sleep; she was upset and frightened, but didn't weep. She was sick of being in the car, and most of all sick of the rotten murderer in the driver's seat who's head she was forced to look at. "The gas is low. You gotta stop and fill it." Sunny looked in surprise at the man who had spoken these words. She had never seen him in the troop before, and guessed he had joined during the carnival.
"Let's all get out for a stretch." Suggested Olef. "While I fill the tank. Except you." He jerked his head toward the back seat.
"I'll stay here," said the new assistant, the only one who hadn't plagued his body with alcaholic drink.
"Suit yourself," grunted Olef absentmindedly. He opened the doors and the other villains piled out. When they were all gone, the one still with Sunny began to speak to her.
"I'm going to help you out of here, Sunny Baudelaire," he told her quietly.
"Grakkire!" Sunny shrieked, meaning something along the lines of: "Thank you. How so?"
The young man didn't reply. Instead, he placed his foot on the gas pedal and shot them from the rest of the troop.
"Mena!" Sunny shrieked as he shifted his body to the driver's seat. She meant something like: "Slow down!" but he didn't seem to get it and inquired:
"Having fun?"
After about an hour of zooming over bumpy roads in silence, the man slowed down.
"Jiviar!" Sunny yelled, meaning something like: "river!"
And she was right. In front of them was a huge, curving river with little canoes teathered to one side, waiting to be rented out. A man was pacing in a space between the car and the boats. As Sunny was occupied taking in the boats and the river, which to her was an ocean, the driver of the car got out to converse with the man who rented out the boats. Soon he came back and grabbed Sunny a little too hard. He sat her down in the nearest canoe and turned to leave. The last Sunny saw of him were his apologetic, droopy brown eyes and his thick black hair. Sunny suddenly felt an explosive firework of fear within her heart as she realized for the first time that she was alone in the world.

A/N: I know; I know. Most of my other cliffhangers are better, aren't they. And this chapter isn't the best. But I can promise you chapter four is much better, so deal with it. Deal with it or review! Hahahahaha!