Violet drove the car, swerving violently down the side streets. "We have- bump- to make it-screech- to the final- bang- safe place!" Violet shouted over all the events around them. She turned to her brother who looked like he was about to be sick, and her sister biting the car seat in order to stay put. Klaus's eyes widened and he opened his mouth, but all that came out was a hick-up, so he closed it again. Sunny screeched to get across what Klaus wanted to say. "LOKOT!" Sunny cried, meaning, "Violet, watch where you are driving!"
Violet yelped looking at the road. She had accidentally driven onto a main road where cars were swerving to avoid the out of control taxi. She swerved to the left, then right, making her brother's face look even greener than it already did. "Ford!" Sunny said, meaning "If you keep driving like this you're going to pick up unwanted authority attention!" She nodded and swerved to the right side of the road. She loosened her tension on the peddle trying to go the speed limit, as the color returned to Klaus's face. He sighed and looked out the back window. "Remember Violet, Count Olaf and his troupe will still be following us." Violet nodded and turned the corner.
Klaus, Sunny, and Violet looked for the safe place; they knew it was at the hotel Denouement, but where it was, or how to get there was a mystery to her. She turned down another corner eyes open, looking...
"There!" Klaus said, half jumping from his seat. Violet looked to where he was pointing. It was a large building, about six stories high. Big bold letters spread across the top reading "Hotel Den-"but that was all they saw before another jolt almost sent them flying. Violet held tightly to the steering wheel, and watched Kit's lifeless body roll gently onto its side. She cringed at the sight, but then looked to her brother and sister. Sunny was still biting to the seat, and Klaus watched behind them. "Violet, we can't let them know where we're going, if they do they'll-"but Klaus was cut off by a rumble that shook the ground. Fire shot out from the top of the Hotel Denouement, setting off another explosion below it. Violet screamed, watching the hotel fall to the ground. Klaus looked down, as though he felt guilty.
"Fiona told them... she must have..." he whispered, anger shaking in his voice, his fist clenched, teeth grinding. "How else could they have known?" But Violet was no longer paying attention to her brother, but to the hundreds of people running from the spot. She slammed on the break and stepped out of the car. "Violet," Klaus hissed to his sister, "if you stop Olaf will catch you!" But Violet merely walked on, "He won't... as far as these people know, he's dead." She muttered walking toward the rubble. She looked around. Ash, dust and ash sat amongst the flames of the Hotel Denouement. She looked at it and gasped. A small, tattered notebook lay amongst it. She picked it up, and dusted off the cover. "Property of Quigley Quagmire..." she said, tears filling her eyes. She opened it, flipping through the tattered maps, when she saw it.
"Violet, I fear Olaf has found the last safe place, yet we have found neither hide nor hair of him, or any of his assistance... if you are reading this now, my fears are correct, and he has already found us, but sweet Violet there is hope. I cannot say weather we (The V.F.D.) have made it out alive, but if we have, or maybe a few of us have, don't come looking for us, we will find you. Knowing that this common place book may fall into the wrong hands I shall not say where to go, but remember, even one you may have found lost, could be your savior. Into the jungle may your heart take you lilac, to be free from your misfortune."
Klaus ran up behind his sister and read the note. "It's another code, I've read the poem before, but the authors name escapes me..." Klaus searched his memory, trailing back to one of the books in the Baudelaire mansion.
"Lesser known poems, by lesser known young writers. Into the forest by... Kaitlyn Vanessa Kubinski I belive..." the middle child thought outloud. "Into the forest, your dreams and your heart, may it glide like the leaves slowly drifting away. Into the forest, your soul now can sore, not locked in the cage of the others cruelty. Into the forest, the lilacs, the petunias, the flowers now sing their sweet song. Into the forest may your heart take you Violet, to be free from your misfortune."
Violet looked to her brother. "That sounds just right Klaus... so the real line would be, 'into the forest may your heart take you Violet.' Quigley wants us to hide in the forest." Klaus nodded, looking behind him nervously. "Good, now let's go before-"but before Klaus could say what they should do before, a low, scratchy voice that haunted the orphans in their sleep rang out through the crowd.
"Okay, okay, stand aside pedestrians, Officer Al Theodore Foot coming through." Said a tall skinny man, the Baudelaire's knew was no Officer, but Count Olaf.