Klaus felt horrible. Absolutely sick. His stomach churned when he sat down at the cafeteria table with Isadora Quagmire and his sister. His head hurt immensely, and his stomach was in his throat. He stood up wearily, and instead of saying something, he pointed to the shack they could see, and began walking there. Stepping into the shack, he immeditaly laid down on the bales of hay, and stared at the tin ceiling. The sick feeling was slowly fading as it began to rain. The cold air drafted in and cooled Klaus's forhead. He yawned and sat up, avoiding the little crabs as he did so. He had forgotten to put his noisyshoes on to distract the crabs, and they were snapping at his feet and around his ankles. Kicking them away with great ease, he walked out into the rain, letting the rain drops caress his forhead and his face. He suddenly remembered back when Aunt Josephine was alive. Smiling, he closed his eyes as he remembered all her irrational fears. Realitors. The Stove. The radiator. The Telephone. He opened his eyes sadly, and looked at the pale gray buildings that resembled gravestones.

Once again, he remembered when his mother had told him if he ever went to her grave when he was older, to bring a rose. And he had on her funeral night. He had laid it just above her name on the gravestone. He remembered that his mother was like a rose. She was sweet mother. She was watching over them, and Klaus held onto that hope that she was walking with them in whatever crisis they were in. He remembered Uncle Monty. He remembered more than he ever had time to remember. Tears were in the corner of his eyes as he began sobbing. His glasses slid to the tip of his nose as his shoulders shook with emotion and tears. Carmelita Spats appeared. "Awww..Is the poor little Orphan crying?" Carmelita teased harshly.

His tears burned with anger as he didn't reply, but stared at the bulidings. Carmelita started to say something rude, but a girl walked up. "Leave him alone, Carmelita," The girl hissed. Klaus turned to look at her. Dark brown eyes glared furiously at Carmelita Spats, as her black hair was absolutely soaked. As well was her uniform."Make me," Carmelita shot back, a sneer coming across her lips. Klaus watched, breath hitching in his throat as Carmelita and The girl stepped closer. Carmelita made a grab for The girls hair, but she grabbed the hand and shoved Carmelita back onto the wet ground. Carmelita screeched as mud splashed up onto her hair, in her face and all over her uniform. The girl held out her hand, for Carmelita, and Carmelita glared as she took it, She took it away quickly, and watched her slide on the mud. She looked at Klaus, and smiled. "I'm Bell, I know you are Klaus Baudelaire. Lets go inside the shack to keep warm. Its cold out here."

Klaus made an odd noise, and opened the shack door. Bell stepped in, dodging the Little crabs as if she'd been doing it all her life. Klaus jumped up on a hay bale to avoid a particular annoyed one that jumped and snapped at his knees. Bell looked at the ceiling, and turned to look at Klaus. "Its lovely in here." Klaus smiled slightly. "Isn't it?" He said in a light sarcastic tone. Bell sat on a hay bale, her hair slowly drying as she looked around. "Wheres Violet?" She asked, looking at Klaus. "Um..Um..Um..I don't know.." Klaus said, as he kicked away the crabs and sat down. Bell smiled. "Oh." She said as she got up and went to sit by Klaus. Klaus blushed deeply as she sat by him.