Note: I didn't update for a long time again. But here it is anyways…

Chapter 11: Parts of the Lost Past

Quigley…

A day had passed since the orphanage auditorium fire. A day had passed since a delightful yet terrifying moment happened. A day had passed since we regained our memories.

At first I didn't know it happened. I was dazed and confused, yet I felt that I understood everything. I felt refreshed and new, but I felt that I was just filled with an amazing load. I thought it was only me…but I found out that Isadora and Duncan had the same fate.

Flashback…

I was sitting comfortably inside the auditorium, trying not to fall asleep. Suddenly, a scream erupted from the students sitting in the front. Orange flames were slowly getting larger from one of the auditorium's Fire Exits. Thick, black smoke was rising from the same place and enveloped the whole interior of VFD Orphanage's biggest building. Then a blinding white light flashed before my eyes. Image as well as sounds sped fast, and entered my mind like a stampede of antelopes running away from their predators.

The next thing I knew…I remembered. But I just didn't remember something…I remembered everything.

I remembered the Quagmire Mansion, I remembered my parents, I remembered Count Olaf, the trapdoor where I hid, the Reptile Room, Valley of the 4 Drafts, the Baudelaires and the fire. But there was no time to think, savor the moment or mourn (whichever feeling is appropriate). Duncan was staring off into space before snapping out of his trance with a cry. I woke Isadora up who was shifting uncomfortably in her seat, fast asleep. I shook my sister awake and dragged her away with Duncan. We managed to stumble out of the burning building, with uncontrollable tears of frustration and sadness running down my face. Why did we have to remember now? Why were the memories we craved so much were much painful than we imagined? Finally, we were out in open air. As we watched the place burn to the ground, I hugged my siblings as we cry for reasons we don't even know.

After a while, I sat down next to my brother and sister, with a brown blanket hanging off my shoulders. I buried my head in my hands, thinking of what just happened and trying to get rid of a splitting head ache. Duncan was biting his lip, thinking and contemplating. Isadora held her blanket tightly around her and gaped at nothing. I was the first one to break the silence.

"Are you two alright?" My voice was hoarse, but I didn't care.

Amazing enough, Isadora replied quickly. But she was crying.

"I-I can remember Quigley. But why is it like this? Why am I sad and glad at the same time? W-why is it so p-painful? The fire, what did it do? Wh—"

She stopped asking and sobbed in her hands. I wrapped my arms around her while Duncan placed his hands on her shoulder. "I don't know. I don't."

I wanted to say more comforting words, but I couldn't.

"Can you remember mom and dad? Can you remember the lullaby they used to sing when we were younger?" Duncan succeeded in the comforting, even if he seemed to be talking to himself.

"Of course I do. Mother used to tease father because of his voice. She used to play the harp too," I replied, with a genuine smile. It felt so good the way the words came out. Finally, after 2 years of imprisonment in a world where everything is a blank piece of paper, we could talk about our past…our lost past.

"Do you remember the boarding school? Do remember…the Baudelaires?"

This time it was my sister. Duncan and I both looked at her, with the wailing sounds of the firemen's fire truck loudly sounding off in the background.

"Sunny, Klaus and Violet," I mumbled.

"I miss them," Isy replied in a dreamy manner.

"Me too," Duncan said, wrapping his right arm around Isy's shoulder.

"We all do."

End of Flashback…

Now, here we are, sitting in our dormitory. Diane was still sleeping in her own room, tired from the happenings of yesterday. Isadora was absent-mindedly writing couplets in her notebook. Duncan had his forehead against a window pane, while I leaned out of another open window breathing all the fresh air available. In just a few hours, we accepted the great change that took place once more in our lives. I guess we are experienced in big changes since the fire. Yet, we still didn't know what to do.

We were lost in each of our own little worlds. Countless of times from the last few hours since our memories returned, we wondered where the Baudelaires were and what they were doing. We wondered if they're finding us or if they just gave up. But ever since Isadora said she saw Klaus in town, I knew that there's a chance for that thought.

"I think we should tell someone." Duncan's voice snapped me out of thought.

"What?"

"I said we should tell someone."

"About what?" Isadora asked.

"About us remembering our past." Duncan said that like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Who would we tell?" Isy stopped writing in her notebook.

Duncan paused. "How about the administrator? She's the one who admitted us in this place anyways."

"Sure, that will be a lively visit. 'Good morning, Ms. Fletcher, we'd like to tell you that we remember everything now.'" Then I added, "But what if she's in league with the real VFD? If you consider this orphanage's name, it also says spells out VFD."

"Then we'll just have to find out."

"He's right Quigley. They need to know, too. They accepted us here with the thought that we have amnesia. If we inform them, maybe we could get out of here," Isy explained.

"And how do you know that they would let us out?"

"I don't, unfortunately," she sighed. "But if you're asking me why should we, It's because I think that the fire last night was not an accident. Or did you forget Esme Squalor?"

My mouth dropped open. How could I forget her? Esme Squalor. Of course! Isadora was right.

"Your right, I never thought of that," Duncan said. Sometimes my brother and I are identical even in thought. It's strange.

"So are we going?" Isy asked.

"Alright, but if there's a hint that they're planning another mind-wipe, I'll run away and murder both of you."

"Are you guys ready for this?" Duncan asked hesitantly.

Isadora shrugged, "This was your idea."

My triplets and I sighed and knocked on the administrator's door. Without waiting for an answer, Isadora turned the door knob.

The three of us entered and found 3 children (2 of them around our age) sitting in front of the table. Ms. Fletcher was looking rather confused and shocked. She noticed us and looked up. The three kids turned around too…and gasped. I stopped frozen in my tracks, slowly trying to digest the wonderful sight in front of me.

"Baudelaires?" Duncan muttered.

Note: Hello again! Did you like this chapter? Did you guys think that it was someone bad by the door? Nah, that's not going to happen in a while. You'll know what I mean later. I hope this one's not too bad though because I'm not satisfied with half of it. Please review!