Klaus climbed up the hill after Lemony. he was thinking to himself. Why was all this happening? What did this have to do with his sisters and him? And who in the world was they? Klaus was thinking so hard that he bumped into Lemony. His glasses fell to the ground.

"I'm sorry," Klaus said as he got to the ground and blindly searched for his glasses.

"It's okay," said Lemony as he picked up Klaus's glasses and handed them to him. Klaus put them back on and watched his baby sister as she crawled around on the ground. "We should rest, we're almost there and I need to explain this whole predicament to you. I'm sure your confused on why no one has told you anything."

"Yes, very much so," said Klaus as he sat down on he ground and picked a dead piece of grass of the ground. Lemony sat down also.

"Well, I hate to tell you this, but..." Lemony trailed off. He seemed to be finding the right words. "Everything you have known is fake."

"You mean my parents aren't dead?"

"No, no, no. I mean that...well, your not a real person."

"What do you mean not a real person?"

"You are basically a figment among a writers imagination."

"That would be you?"

"I'm not sure, I thought I was real, but I believe I am also a figment of someone else's imagination."

"And how does this affect me?"

"Well, we are actually part of a novel and someone in some other world is reading about us."

"Creepy."

"Yes, very much so. But there is something wrong with the author writing down our story."

"What?"

"Well, some other people are interfering with the process, thus, basically screwing everything up."

"So that's why Violet is acting weird?"

"Yes."

Count Olaf opened his groggy eyes and saw another pair of eyes looking at him. He screamed like a giddy little girl and nearly jumped out of his skin. He saw that it was only Violet. He was about to raise his hand to hit her in the face, when he got a sick feeling.

"Oh my little Bugger Gumdrop Sweetypoo Sugarbutton, are you okay?" she asked worriedly. Olaf glared at her and pulled away from Violet's grasp, much to her displeasure.

"No," he growled. "And I think you gave me this sickness! Don't give me that look, you wretched girl! You've been acting very strange and I am so clever that I know you must have a contagious disease!"

"The only disease I have," Violet pouted. "Is my love for you, my Creampuff Muffinbuns!"

Olaf shuddered and rolled his eyes.

"I'm going out to the car!" he yelled as he opened the door.

"FINE!" Violet yelled. "THEN MISS OUT ON THESE!"

Olaf had closed the door before he found out that "these" were. As soon as he got out of the room, he began to scream every word in the book and yanking at his dirty hair. He continued this until someone yelled something at him. He turned in the direction of the voice.

"WELL YOU CAN SHUT YOUR FU-" he began, but got hit in the head by a boot. He scuttled away to his car before something else got thrown. As he sat in the front seat of the car, he felt a sharp poke on his bottom. He let out a yelp and saw he had sat on the hook handed man's claw.

"Huh? Oh, hi, boss!" the hook handed man said. Olaf glared at him.

"GET OUT OF MY DAMN CAR!" he roared. The hook handed man whimpered and got out of the car as fast as he could. Olaf drove away and he felt breath on his neck. He turned around and saw the long nosed man.

"Hehe, hey...er...nice day," he began.

"GET OUTTA MY DAMN CAR TOO, YOU BUMBLING FOOL!" Olaf roared as he turned to face the long nosed man.

"Er...boss, your not watching the road..."

"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING HOOT! GET OUT OF MY CAR!"

"Er...while it's moving?"

"YES!"

"But...but, isn't that danger-"

He didn't get to finish his sentence, for Olaf had kicked him out of the car.