A/N: I have a new email, which is not private (so I've been told). Since I last updated, I've gotten the Les Mis soundtrack, seen Phantom of the Opera and Wicked the musical, just to name a few. Email me to talk about any.

Okay, I know you're waiting for the reviews and responses. Here you go:

Violet Aiken- You know, I had tuna and waffles for dinner the day I reviewed last. hehe.

Aw poor Duncan! I like Violet and Quigley though. And Violet Duncan. I can't make up my mind. Good chapter! I've gotta try that tuna. I like Violet Quigley, but K as my witness, my own liking can not interfere with anything I write.

Thefanwithashortattentionspan- ...yes?
what is the fansite?
all i can see is check out my fansite at...
YAY!
...i mean BOO!
(DARN I'M BAD AT SAYING BAD THINGS!)
brilliantly written but i'm not that happy about duncan liking her!
i'm glad violet didn't do anything with duncan though and...
OHMIGOD!
i've just realized how completely SAD i am for arguing about the romantic lives of FICTIONAL characters!
oh well...I AM SAD!
please update soon! I'm completely hysterical! It is so sad that we're arguing about this, yet somehow it seems so right. Ah, well. Some of these characters are so realistic it's almost like you could reach out and hug them… -eyes Quigley with a smirk- Anywho, it's freewebs(dot)com/scoutingforsnicket

Jaja2614- I love your story! I think that Quigley and Violet should end up together, but who cares. Anyways, this is such an awsome fanfic! PLEASE WRITE MORE! I'm sorry that I've been busy but I promise a long chapter.

N. Snicket-Thank you for the and I thing. But um not much to say. But I can't stand Duncan! He is freaking annoying im glad he suffers in the books. Oh my… I'm not sure if I should say the completely true statement "I prefer Quigley" because the VioletDuncan fans with throws potatoes at me.

Heahrune- Aw, everyone seems to like Violet and Quigley (at least according to your reviews. :( Oh well, it doesn't matter whichever you put, I'm quite contented reding your story. And it's so cute the way Violet and Duncan hate Count Olaf. Even if they don't go together, I'll still have this happy moment:)Great story, and I like your plot. It's fresh and new. Keep up the good work.

P.S.: This chapter was my favourite!;) I'm a focused writer and in fact, I adore being able to share my work with others. When I make a website with my newest writings, I will give you all the URL! Thanks for the plot thing.

So, thank you all of my reviewers and remember: The World Is Quiet Here!

There are many reasons people go to a doctor's office. A person could simply work there and be a doctor or secretary, as some very strange and cruel people have been. This person may be hurt but not badly enough to go to a hospital. In fact, I've had the misfortune of meeting many people who have gone to the doctor. One of them had an infected scratch. One had a sore throat. One had a sore back and needed a prescription because it turned out he had an illness that caused his spine to become stiff.

Violet Baudelaire's back was very sore at this moment, but any person's back would hurt after sleeping on the floor against a big wooden door. She was awakened by a small hand placing itself on her cheek.

"Wake now?" Asked Sunny, tilting her head to look Violet straight in the eyes.

Violet jumped.

"Sunny, you startled me!" she said, her eyes widening. Violet sat up straight and arched her back, stretching out her arms. She knelt and then stood and to her surprise, fell down with a thud. Her right leg was completely numb because she had been sleeping with her elbow and left knee almost suffocating her leg.

"You kay?" Sunny asked, wobbling over to Violet. Violet replied with a grin and cautiously pushed her weight onto her left leg. Klaus came in from the other room, fixing his glasses onto the bridge of his nose.

"Morning, Vi." Klaus said, beaming at her.

"You seem to be fancier than usual," Violet observed. Klaus nodded as he looked over his black slacks, white dress shirt and black jacket. He fixed his ruby tie and slid on his black shoes.

"Me too!" Sunny shrieked. She put her hands on her hips, adorning and adoring her dark mauve dress that parted into a triangle into a silky material at her belly button. She gestured toward her hair, which was pulled into a ponytail with a mauve ribbon and neatly tied into a bow.

"That's wonderful. What's the occasion?" Violet asked, limping over to her bed and beginning to fix her sheets.

"Well, these clothes were hanging on hangers in the closet when we woke up. A note was on them." Klaus picked up a piece of paper that was folded up on the table. He read: "Dear Baudelaires: Today we will be going to a rather special occasion and I've left the following for each of you to wear:

Sunny: a mauve dress, white toddler slip-ons and a mauve ribbon.

Klaus: black slacks, a white dress shirt, a black jacket, a red tie, new glasses and black shoes.

Violet: a green knee-length dress with an emerald waist band, an emerald dress coat, emerald open-toe shoes and an emerald ribbon for your beautiful hair. We will be meeting in the lobby at 10, so be sure to be ready and down there a few minutes early.

From, Madame Bolou."

"Who?" Violet asked, a little bit confused.

"I have no idea." Klaus shrugged and began fixing his own bed. "It's only nine, so Sunny and I are going to go to the library with Isadora. Duncan and Quigley are still getting ready. You can get a bubble bath, there's some soap and things in the bathroom." He smiled and picked up Sunny, who wriggled around and giggled. "See you in an hour, Vi."

Violet waved goodbye as her siblings left. She slipped out of her clothes and into a cotton robe. The feeling of the warm cotton on her skin was wonderful— the kind of warmth she hadn't felt in a long time.

After filling the tub with hot water and putting some bubble bath solution in, Violet slipped into the water slowly. Her toes first, then her whole feet, then finally all the way up to her shoulders. Violet let the few inches of hair that reached below her shoulders fall into the water as her limp body relaxed even more. Her face was surrounded by bubbles, her silhouette across the room looking like an angel bathing in a cloud. She lifted her arm above her head and grabbed the bar of soap and began bathing, starting with her feet.

At ten of ten, the ding of the elevator reaching the lobby turned a few heads. The doors slid open and revealed a rather beautiful Violet adorned in her new outfit. It hugged her thin body, her teenage hips and even drew attention away from her thin legs. Her emerald shoes, however, matched the ribbon that was around her wrist and made even the most decisive person not able to choose whether to look at her wrist or her feet. She smiled and tucked a lock of raven hair behind her ear as she stepped into the lobby.

"Klaus!" She called, running over to her brother. "Have you found out who this Madame Bolou is?"

Klaus shook his head. "You look great!"

"Thanks, you too." Violet smiled. "Morning Quigley, Duncan, Isadora."

"Morning," they said in unison and broke into laughter.

"Gather up children," came the voice of the now, well known Pink Woman. She had on a rather long pink dress today with matching pink high-heels and her black hair was down and cascaded down her shoulders. No one would have guessed that the hair that went half the way down her back had been forced into the neatest bun ever done. She still had her bright pink lips, bright pink eye shadow and bright pink blush. She gave a smile to the kids. "We're leaving in two minutes. Everybody make sure you're ready." She walked over to her desk, put the wire that came from the phone into the message machine and typed something on the computer. Her hands were quick and got done the job just as the doorbell rang.

"Come in," called The Pink Woman, waddling over to the door and unlocking it. She beamed at the person at the door. The Pink Woman was standing in the way of the man's body; however, she only went up to his chin, so his face was completely visible.

"Are they ready?" asked the one person the Baudelaires never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever see:

Are you ready for this?

Do you have a guess?

You do?

Guess first!

Guess!

Do you want to know?

Okay. It was:

A/N: Hahaha! You must wait until the next chapter to find out! Ha! Ha! Sorry, but that's the way it goes.