(Five)
We had gotten back to the penthouse all but quickly, as Klaus seemed a bit distracted by what had occured. He couldn't believe that I loved him, I guess- but I had thought that I was the most obvious person in the world. It was funny, the way two people could be so close, yet so far apart... and then when they bridge the gap, it all seems like a blur, how the two lives had gone together before, but were never quite connected. But then, they can suddenly just... click, you know? I guess he had heard that click pretty clearly, and it was still ringing in his head.
"Klaus? Are you... okay?" I asked.
"Yeah, but I think half of my memory has been temporarily erased..." At this, my eyebrows went up as far as they could go, just involuntarily, because I had had no idea the effect this could have on a guy, especially Klaus Baudelaire. I wondered if all guys were like this. I had to think of something to say or do...
"Well, just hang on to this entire day's worth of memories." I leaned in and kissed him again, and it seemed to overwhelm him. He must have really liked it though, because he didn't complain.
"Isadora..." he said when he pulled away, "this is great and all... but shouldn't we be focusing on the task at hand?"
"Excuse me? What task?"
"You know... finding Count Olaf, getting him back, avenging our brothers and sisters... that whole deal?"
"Oh yeah... you're right..." I said, suddenly remembering the cruel fashion in which my brothers and his sisters had been murdered- they had a rock thrown through the window too, I realised. After they had bled out to a point of weakness, Count Olaf came in, stabbed them, and slit their throats. But- was it really Count Olaf?
"Klaus? How can we be so sure it was Olaf anyway?" I asked, just now coming to that inference.
"My sisters wear- er, wore, rather- knee-length dresses. Your brothers wore slacks."
"And...?"
"You were looking at your brothers, but while I was observing my sisters, I noticed, on their uncovered ankles, a carving of the same eye that exists on Olaf's ankle."
"No!"
"Yes. It was Olaf."
"This is terrible!"
"We defeated him once!"
"But it was so hard! Oh Klaus, not again..."
"C'mere... c'mon, baby, we can do it. Look at me and tell me we can do this."
I looked him in the eyes and managed to choke, "We can do this."
"That's my girl."