Chapter 2

K smiled to herself. All the memories were so nice...

There had been J, the oldest. He was so kind and nice. Neither he nor L would let anyone feel left-out or awkward or sulky, which she had felt more than once. But J and L had always cheered her up. She remembered the way J used to say her name in such a funny way that everyone would laugh. Why did he have to go and join that sort of friends, K thought. If he'd joined the good company, he'd be alive today and we'd be living there still, all together! But of course, it was impossible. Where were they now? J was dead- at this point, K brushed a tear from her eyes as she remembered that fateful day. L was researching the Baudelaire case- god, she felt so sorry for those poor children. What with their house burnt down, encountering that O and his supporters, and The Daily Punctilio(which K referred to as " that abominable bunch of lies")labelling them murderers, what could be worse?

K suddenly gave herself a shake. She was no longer on the road.she was outside an old barn. Sanding in front of her was the one person she'd hoped never to see again.