( Hey guys I would like some suggestions on what you think would want to happen, review and let me know; Thanks to SunnyBunny427 for some of my ideas.) — Some of the writing is lemony snickets from the books.

- Don't own everything oh, but I wish I did

I put the strap on the Walkman, now I can have one less thing to carry. (For those of you who don't know what a Walkman is, or a cassette player; that is what was there before CDs, I am really into retro stuff so I know that.) I take the tape out and flip to side B.

The humming starts again, and I am prepared to listen. His voice fills my ears and I am somewhat less apprehensive of making the journey.

Hello my darling, Elizabeth.

My breathing hitches; I start to feel like I am losing him all over again.

Elizabeth; you have been what has been keeping me going all these years. Take the book out and read the cover... then take the binding off.

I press pause. The book is covered in brown paper with the title Lemony Snicket: The Unauthorized Autobiography. I read the inside cover.:

The book you are holding in your hands is extremely dangerous. If the wrong people see you with this objectionable Autobiography. The results could be disastrous. Please make use of this book's reversible jacket immediately. Disguising this book, and yourself if necessary; may be your only hope.

I take the jacket off and examine the book. On the back is a picture of a folder being passed by a woman to a man, that is hiding the other mans face. On the other side is a news article with a sticky note on it.

This obituary is filled with errors, most importantly I am not dead. - L.S.

What makes this book dangerous? What people is he talking about? What would happen if they found me? The picture on the back seems like my father's style... not letting his face be shown. Who are the woman and the other man?

The flip cover is of a girl riding a pony with balloons. A banner reads: The Luckiest Kids in the World. On the back side is a letter that resembles the way my father would address the public, how odd.

The irony behind the content of this book and what is happening in the real one is astounding.

I press Play.

I have sheltered you from my past. You of all people deserve the truth. If the other side found you, they would do worse than kill you. In fact you would wish that they had done just that. The woman is my sister before she had her hair died blonde. As for the other man, I am not sure who he is.

The beginning of the tale begins with a song. Turn to page 9 in my autobiography. That way it is easier to understand.

I pause the tape, with a ringing in my ears. Looking at his writing stirs something in me, I am not sure whether it is my coffee that I had earlier or something else.

I press play.