Violet picked up the rusty paper.
She skimmed through it. There was the answer to the code.
"Its them. No doubt." She whispered.
"Look at the last sentence."
"Now that we know you're there children, we're coming. We'll break through this wall."
"Lets do it." Whispered Violet as she started banging on the wall with a mini hammer.
"No. We have to get Sunny. I totally forgot about her in all this excitement."
"Yea." She thought about poor little Sunny with Count Olaf and what he might do to her.
"But someone has to stay here incase they try to break it and they do." She sighed.
"You go. I'll stay." He said.
Violet stared at him. "No way, Klaus!"
"Why?"
"Uh-uh, I'm not taking any chances!" She shook her head, as her silky hair flopped from her right shoulder to her left.
"Well, right now we have no choice." He said.
Violet turned to the door and than at the wall. She knew her brother was right.
"But, what if we're all seper-" she started.
"No. We won't." said Klaus, bravely, but Violet could see fear in his eyes.
"I…We have no choice." She whispered.
She hugged her brother. "I love you, Klaus." Tears slided down her cheeks. She shook her head. She couldn't go. But she had to. She had to.
"So do I." Said Klaus. His eyes set on his sisters eyes and they both smiled.
"If we're lucky…" whispered Violet.
"We are. I have you. You have me. We have Sunny and she has us."
"We're really lucky if you really think about it…"
"Yea. We're alive. We survived this far. This shouldn't be any different. This is like our last step, and then we'll be with our parents…"
"Okay. Klaus, take care." She smiled as she looked at the rusty paper one last time than at Klaus. She quickly, in less than a minute invented a key, for her, and than in minute a tool to break through the door, for Klaus incase something was wrong.
"Okay. Bye." She waved good-bye to her only brother as she stepped out of the door hoping it wasn't the last time she'd see Klaus, although there was a big chance.
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"Okay brats, go to sleep!" Count Olaf rubbed his hands together and smirked. "You'll need it for tomorrow!"
When Count Olaf left, the four children just stared at each other. They couldn't believe their luck.
"Quagmarie?" asked Sunny.
"Sunny?" asked Duncan.
Sunny nodded.
"Oh my! Look at our luck!" whispered Isadora.
"I know." Said Sunny.
Isadora smiled. "You've grown" she rustled Sunny's hair and picked her up.
"Where's Violet and Klaus?" asked Quigley.
"Count Olaf took me. They in room. Parents on oda side!"
"What?" asked Duncan.
"Yea!" said Sunny.
"Oh my gosh!" said Quigley.
"We have to get out of here!" said Isordora.
"Yup. Lets get started." Said Quigley.
Just than Sunny remembered the things her parents had left for her in the box. They were in her jacket.
"Here!" she took them out.
Isordora scratched her head. "If only Violet were here." She said to herself.
"How bout' we just break this with a tool…." Said Duncan skimming the room for a hammer like material.
"There!" whispered Quigley, as he picked up a hammer in the corner of the room. It was really rusty and dirty.
"Here." He handed it to Duncan.
Duncan banged it on the door. It fortunately made a hole. He reached through the hole and opened the doorknob.
"Come on. Fast!" said Isadora. She took Sunny in her arms and left with her brothers.
They quickly dashed through the halls. Everyone was quiet. The whole building was.
Just than they passed through a door. There were voices in the room.
"Waaaitt…" whispered Sunny, as she thought hard.
"Why?" asked Quigley.
"Wait." She said again. There was something about these voices, something soft and gentle, something sweet, something so familiar….She just couldn't remember.
"Familia!" said Sunny quietly.
Just than the door opened, and their stood the people Sunny wished to see, Mr. And Mrs. Baudalaire.
"Sun-Sunny!" said Mrs. Baudaliare in tears.
Sunny just stared. She was about to reply, when the person she most hated In her life appeared. He appeared at the wrong moment. He Had to come.
It was Count Olaf staring in disbelief.