Klaus could see the first rays of sunlight shining through the ebony curtains hanging over his bedroom window. The day was beginning. He rolled over and pulled the covers over his head. He knew he couldn't hide forever, that the frightening world lay just outside the temporary sanctuary of his dark blue bed sheets. He was just about to sink back into miserable slumber when the piercing voice of his laptop computer broke the painfully long silence.
"You've got mail."
Klaus blinked and sat up. He hadn't received an email since . . . well since Isadora and Duncan were killed. He got up and made his way across the room to the computer sitting on a small metal desk with a chair navy blue chair in front of it. His bedroom was made up of different shades of blue. Dark blue. He sat down and sure enough the tiny purple mailbox in the left hand corner of the screen held a golden envelope. Klaus double clicked on it and opened an email with no specified title. He didn't recognize the email address of the sender.
Klaus Baudelaire,
I alone know what you want to find and where you can find it. I have known you since before you were born and I can help you. I know where Violet and Sunny are hidden. I am searching for Quigley still, and I can only hope for the best. You have five days to send an email reply to the given address with your hometown and your middle name. This will give me confirmation that you have accepted my help. After this we can entertain civilized conversations. You are thier only hope. You must reply to this email as soon as possible if you want to see them again.