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bingisback- I knew someone would notice the symbolic library! Good for you!

Spectra16- Don't worry about Ignacia. You'll find out who she is later…

ASOUEFAN- You'll get to see what happens next! Yay! I'm having trouble updating now because of my midterm exams, but usually I try to write all the time.

Vetor Swest- Oh, I'm pretty sure a few villains would have loved the previous chapter… ahem; well I won't reveal your true identity to anyone. You never know who could be a villain and who you can trust.

Evil Grinlord- Oh yeah! New reviewer! does victory dance Yes, I do torture Lemony quite a bit, but he leads a very depressing and dangerous life.

I hate tests! Especially midterms. They make me lose so much writing time! So expect less updating. Enough complaining. On with the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Not Lemony. Not the Baudelaires. Not even Olaf, although I wouldn't want to own him anyway. All of it belongs to Lemony Snicket and Daniel Handler. But is it possible for Lemony to own himself? Hmmm….

Over the next several days, Lemony recovered from his injuries. He spent a lot of time resting and sleeping, but when he got bored he could read a book from Ignacia's enormous library or write and type more chapters of his book. Lemony had trouble typing with his broken wrist, so he would take breaks in between paragraphs to ease the pain.

Once while Lemony was on one of his breaks, he remembered the chapter he typed in the factory. Reaching into his trouser pocket, Lemony suddenly realized that he had put the chapter in his coat pocket, and he had thrown his coat unto the fire to slow it down! Now Lemony would have to re-type the entire chapter!

He was glad that the chapter was a pile of unreadable ash, so Olaf would never get his filthy hands on it, but the idea of typing for several hours made Lemony's head whirl.

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Often when Lemony was typing, Ignacia would come into his room to read what he had written.

"It's very nice how you're trying to make these orphan's troubles known to the world. Are you including anything about V.F.D.?" Ignacia asked curiously.

"Only small bits and pieces," Lemony replied, "I want to make sure that any secrets I write won't get into the wrong hands, which when used here means Olaf."

Ignacia bit her lip. "Couldn't he just read the books after they're published?"

"No. I only include small secrets he already knows, and…" Lemony trailed off, unsure about whether or not he should continue. The information he could reveal may not be safe with a new V.F.D. recruit.

"Go on." Ignacia prompted.

"Well, the larger secrets I hide inside." Lemony said reluctantly.

"That's smart. You must use codes right?"

"Sort of." Lemony started to look more uncomfortable.

Ignacia laughed. "I get the message. This is secret information right? Don't worry. I won't bother you anymore. I have to go make dinner. Keep writing!"

Lemony watched as she walked away, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He was almost positive he could trust Ignacia, but talking about things like that made him uneasy.

After typing for a few more minutes, Lemony leaned back to rest. He felt a strange hard lump in his trouser pocket, which made him investigate. He looked inside and pulled out the mirror that had saved his life at the warehouse.

Lemony ran his fingers over the engravings on the back and handle of the silver mirror. His fingertips met unusual grooves. Lemony looked closer and discovered the letters I and D were scratched into the metal on the back. What could they stand for? And who put them on the mirror?

Lemony had a revelation. Ignacia Davis. I.D. Was it just a coincidence? Or could it be something else?

The door opened and Lemony scrambled to stuff the mirror back into his pocket. Ignacia looked inquiringly at Lemony, who was breathing in gasps.

"Are you alright?" she asked, concerned.

"I-I'm fine" Lemony managed to get out.

"Okay then. I came to tell you that dinner is ready." Ignacia walked out, still watching Lemony worriedly.

Should he confront her about the mirror? Lemony decided he might as well, because he would have to do it sooner or later. He took a deep breath and walked down the hall to the kitchen.

"Ignacia?" Lemony asked quietly. She looked up from the food she was setting out on the table. "Yes?"

Lemony slowly pulled out the mirror. "Do you know what this is?"

Ignacia stared at the mirror. For a few seconds a look of alarm and anger crossed her face, but it was replaced with sadness. "Where did you get that?" she asked, bewildered.

"Olaf's hideout. Are these your initials?" Lemony turned the mirror over and showed her the I and the D.

Ignacia sighed. "Yes," she finally spoke. "It was mine when I was a small girl. Our house burned down… maybe it was Olaf… and he kept the mirror as…a…a…token of the…the house he had destroyed…"

"I'm sorry," Lemony said. "I didn't know."

Ignacia bent over and turned away. Lemony put a hand out to comfort her but she moved away. When she straightened back up Lemony could see her face was wet.

"Don't worry. It's not your fault," she trembled.

That night dinner sat on the table, uneaten, because it seemed both Ignacia and Lemony had lost their appetites.

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