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UnfortunatePrincess: How was I rushing it?
Mrs. Snicket: It's nice to hear from satisfied readers.
Chapter 3Violet stared blankly ahead as she walked. Duncan followed noiselessly behind her, though he occasionally asked her where she was, and she would perform her floating rock trick again.
When they finally arrived at Olaf's ominous home, Violet swung the door open, and could sense Duncan quivering behind her. That was when she realized how strange it all must have felt for him.
She strode in and stood erectly upon the stain on wooden floor where she had met her doom.
Duncan walked into her, but realized (with a fierce shudder) where Violet was and stopped.
"Here," murmured Violet in a monotone. She watched as he stared solemnly at the tarnished floor and wept.
She patted him, but with a tremble, he pulled away.
"Gone," he said softly, barely audible though the room was in complete silence.
"No, not really," said Violet, her voice growing more confident, "I'm right here, and I'm in good health, well, as good of health as a dead girl can be in."
Duncan turned away.
"No," he said in a whisper, "don't you get it? You're gone. Dead. Deceased. Lifeless. Sooner or later, you are going to fade away."
Violet suddenly grew angry.
"So it doesn't matter?" She asked, "Can't I be with you now, until I fade away?"
There was silence, but it was broken by a wheezy voice.
"Who are you talking to, Orphan?" Came the voice of Violet's murderer, Count Olaf.
A/N: Sorry, I'm late. I changed my name and all that, from BaudelaireobsesserVFD to Violet Fowl Baudelaire II, for the information of all dedicated readers.
