Chapter 2: The Unforgettable Reunion
Excerpt from the memory of Violet Baudilaire
When we finally reached the first level, we began walking down the empty hallway to find room 130. The familiar worried look on my brother's face was what I saw when I looked over at him. It is the same look I saw when we found out from Mr. Poe that our parents had died that cloudy day. It was the same look as when I was on stage saying "I do" to Count Olaf who forced me to be in a play he wrote in order to get our fortune. "Are you ok?" I asked him, putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked towards me, but not able to look at me in the eye apparently, and nodded slightly. I could instantly tell by his reaction that he wasn't ok. "What's wrong?" I asked him quietly, not wanting to worry Sunny. He shook his head still looking at the floor. I had a feeling I already knew what was wrong, but I didn't push the subject any farther. I put my hand back at my side and rolled my eyes; 'boys' I thought to myself. We walked for what seemed like ages when we finally reached room 130. I could feel my heart beat faster in my chest.
I looked over at my brother who looked as nervous as ever. I held his hand in mine and squeezed it tightly, he looked over at me and smiled weakly.
Kitt knocked twice on the hand-carved door. Sunny, who had just recently learned to walk properly, tugged on my dress asking, signaling in her own way, for me to pick her up and hold her. Letting go of my brothers' hand, I bent down and picked her up. Now at eye level with Klaus she said "ok." Which meant something along the lines of "It's ok Klaus, we are all scared." Which somehow comforted him he smiled again and this time, his smile was bigger
Once everything was quiet again, you could hear a muffled rustling, and in a voice that sounded like the person it came from had not had a drink in a long time, "Friend, or Foe?" 'how do we know? We don't even know who's behind the door' I thought to myself. "Friend," Kitt answered before we could say anything. Klaus looked at me and I looked back at him, what if we weren't "friend", what if it was Count Olaf? "Password?" the voice asked, again in the same tone. The voice sounded strangely familiar.
There was a minute where everyone was quite, and then a small click was heard coming from the door (probably the person inside unlocking the door). I jumped a little because it was so quiet. There was a small creak and the door opened about half an inch, the only thing that visible was an eye. The eye looked us up and down. Not knowing what to do, we just stood there. "Come in" said the voice, the door opened the rest of the way to reveal a young man, a little taller than Klaus but shorter than me. For a moment nobody did anything, we stood there paralyzed in shock.
"Quigley!" I yelled, after standing there for about two minutes , causing everyone to jump slightly. I ran to him , almost forgetting Sunny was still in my arms, wrapped my free arm around him and pulled him into a big hug, he hugged me back after getting over the shock of my sudden reaction. I could have stayed there forever; I didn't realize how much I had missed him. I decided to move away when Sunny started gasping for air, quickly apologizing to her. Both Klaus and Kitt shook his hand. The look on Klaus' face was more relaxed, I'm guessing he was as thankful as I was to find out the person that sent us the package was a friend.
Quigley turned on the lights, which were off for some odd reason, to reveal a small room with four walls, one bed and a door that I'm guessing lead into the bathroom. "It isn't much, but it's enough" he said as we surveyed the room.
He pulled out some chairs from the small closet (the alcove in the wall by the bed) and we all sat down. "So… how have you been?" He looked at me when he said this, "good." I answered blushing slightly. "What have you been doing?" he asked, covering up the awkward silence. Klaus answered this question by telling Quigley what had happened since we separated almost a week ago. Although Klaus was talking, and it's rude not to pay attention to the person talking, I just couldn't take my eyes off the hungry looking figure of Quigley Quagmire.
A/N: 852 words. Yeah I know it's short. Oh well, next one's longer!
