My eyes widened in surprise as a hand clamped over my mouth.
I squealed and pulled at the hands covering my mouth; I could hardly breathe.
"Shhhh!" Hissed a voice behind me, "I'm on your side, trust me."
My captive dragged me backwards until the silent sounds of the woods transformed into the bustling sounds of the city.
The stranger pulled me into a corner and pinned me to the wall. It was then that I realized that the stranger was a woman.
She studied me closely, then her stern face relaxed into a warm smile.
"I know that you have a lot of questions, and I'm sorry I grabbed you, but I didn't want you to scream." She said achingly.
"Wait," I asked, confused, "you mean I can ask you any question I want?"
"Well, it has to be within bounds, there are some very secret things in this world that you aren't ready for, but I'll tell you someday." Replied the woman.
How BaudelaireobsesserVFD (me) wishes she could approach that woman and tell her at that exact moment that she was wrong and that she would never, ever tell me the secrets of the world and would die a flaming death before it will ever happen. Nevertheless, I fired away, a phrase which here means, "Asked the woman a bunch of questions I had been dying to know."
"Do you know where Hotel Denouement is?" I asked, my eyes shining for the truth, almost as brightly as Olaf's.
"Yes," replied the woman calmly, "and I plan to take you there, eventually."
"Hold on," I said suspiciously, "how do I know I can trust you?"
"Let's just say I'm well-read." The woman replied with a faint smile on her face.
"Who are you?" I asked, softly.
"My name is Beatrice."
A/N: For those who are wondering, I know how it feels to lose 2 siblings. I've experienced it.