NOTES: Sorry for the long wait and the crazy story. Posting has become about as frequent as the name implies, and it takes so much time to write and check. It's what you have to do when you're a member of the VFD, though. I do hope you enjoy this addition.

ANSWER TO LAST ONE: For anyone who didn't get the last one, the answer is, "The message from I was received. K is safe in out back. Send a sugar bowl soon. The world is quite here."

RULES: This is an encoded message. For those of you who have the Unauthorized Autobiography, the code is on page 56. For those of you who don't, just know that the code starts/ends after the ringing of a bell and you must count ten words between every word of the message.

DISCLAIMER: This is my idea for a fanfic, and the words are mine, but the code is "Lemony Snicket's"

(A bell rings)

A lonely man is seen peering into a large window to spy on couples eating pasta. He walks around back and almost is killed when he trips over a small eye shaped stone in the ground. He crawls over to the stone and says, "Our paths cross again, Sally." He ensures he isn't in the midst of evil men and stands. The man glances around, but we are well hidden in the shadow. Black clothing is a must. Then this troubled old man, now stub toed, with the abandon of a teen, runs into the night, without thought of our operatives seeing him. We follow as he goes to his hideout in an empty supermarket called Sunny's. Their motto is, "Remember: don't eat our tuna!" We ignore the sign, but too late forget to remember to stop the door from banging. It is to our female comrade that we credit fault. We shall never bring her again. Either way, what is done is done. Always the cool is kept. When the shower water and his loud singing stops and he rushes out to see us, only a turtle patterned towel on, we are calm. He leaves in a hurry to change and perhaps then offer us some tea, but the cat is out of the bag now. All of the world now knows that he sings songs in the shower and is a fan of Goldfish snacks and vacuum cleaners that are quiet. He comes out looking nervous, but we direct him: 'sit here', and he soon provides very tasty tea.

(A bell rings)