Duncan woke with a start, sweating like mad.
"What's wrong, Duncan?" Asked a drowsy Isadora, blinking up at him.
"Had…a…dream," he replied breathlessly, "Violet…dead."
"You know that is not true, though," said Isadora, "go back to sleep, Duncan."
"No." He replied, getting up. He walked down the path, not looking back.
He heard running footsteps and a breathless Isadora arrived beside him.
"Where are you going?" She asked concernedly.
"I have to find Violet, know that she is alive.'
"She is."
"Do you know that?"
Isadora stopped. She didn't, but she didn't like seeing her brother so upset. Knowing Olaf, Violet could be dead.
"I'll go with you," she replied.
"No, you won't, you need to stay with Klaus and Sunny." He replied, quickening his pace.
"You're not the elder sibling, you can't tell me what to do, you know me better than that." Replied Isadora softly.
"Yes," he admitted, "you have grown, Izzy, come on."
Violet's body was dragged half-heartedly into a freshly dug pit and was covered partly.
Olaf watched from a beach chair, sipping wine.
"What a beautiful day!" Crowed Olaf. "The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and the eldest Baudelaire is dead!"
I'M NOT DEAD.
"Oh, yes, dear," said Esme Squalor cheerily, "killing helpless orphans is so in."
I'M NOT DEAD.
The two villains were so distracted in their gloating, that that they didn't notice the specter in the form of a 14-year-old girl sitting on the roof and frowning at the couple.
"I AM NOT DEAD." She whispered her voice was hoarse. But somewhere in her heart she knew it was true.
