Thanks for the reviews, everybody. Now, I'm going to be evil for a split second and tell you some stuff. Clicks on flashlight, holds up to face in a menacing way MUAHAHA! Chapter two is here

! Now, you will experience TRUE fear! MUAHAHAHAHA! Please know that I don't own the Baudelaires, but as I said before, I DO own Sydney, whom you will meet shortly….

As your parents have probably told you, you shouldn't talk to adults you don't know, as they could be a good person or a very bad one, and I certainly hope that you won't talk to an adult you don't know any time soon. However, it is sometimes necessary to do this when you are in trouble, as the Baudelaires were. As they walked up to the massive door, they recalled what their parents had said to them some time before this story took place: "Don't talk to an adult you don't know unless you are in great danger," they had said. All of the children knew that they really should not be doing this, but now it was absolutely necessary, and they were on the run from the police, so they had to ask to stay at least one night. Klaus rung the doorbell and the siblings waited with baited breath.

To "wait with baited breath" means to wait in great suspense, and as you can see that it pretty much means the same as to "hold one's breath". In a few minutes, the door opened to reveal a tall man, maybe even taller than Count Olaf, dressed in an all black suit with a bowtie. He had brown, buzz cut hair and was very pale. The Baudelaires assumed that this meant that he didn't get out very often, even though he appeared to be in fine health. He seemed to be in his mid-twenties. He glanced down at the children standing on his doorstep and smiled calmly. He had a sinister gleam in his eyes, which made the Baudelaires very nervous. Realizing their fear, the man changed his expression and said "Good evening, what brings three children like you here?"

"Sorry to interrupt your evening, sir," Violet said politely, "But we're in some serious danger. There's a bad person after us, and we've been running from him for quite some time now. It's even tougher for us since the Daily Punctilio thinks we're murderers. Could we please stay the night?"

"You poor children," the man said as the sinister gleam returned to his gaze. "Of course you may stay the night. My name is Count Sydney Herrington the Third, but you may call me Sydney." At hearing that Sydney was a count, the Baudelaires became very nervous. Could Sydney be Count Olaf in disguise? He had the eyes for it, but if this was true, then where was his unibrow? They glanced at his left ankle for a second and noticed that he had very well-polished loafers and footie socks on, but no tattoo. It was not beyond Olaf to cover it with make-up and shave his eye brow, but it was pretty obvious that this man could not possibly be Olaf. He was far too well-mannered.

"Of course you may spend the night," Sydney said, gazing into each of the children's eyes. Klaus felt anxious about this behavior, so he attempted to pull away from him, but somehow could not. Was he being hypnotized again, as he was by Dr. Orwell so long ago? Klaus knew that this man was probably not Count Olaf, but he still had his doubts. Sunny, of course, had no idea as to what was going on, but still felt intimidated by how Sydney was acting. Sydney opened the door wider and allowed them to enter. To the untrained eye, they seemed okay, but were they really okay?

Hmm. Sounds like Sydney's quite the shady character. Is he really Olaf in disguise? Are the Baudelaires really okay? Will cheese be eaten in this story? You'll just have to review to find out.