The time is ripe, I will see my children again! That night when I heard the typewriter outside my window, it was but a coincidence. A volunteer had been sent to take a way another child to train, a child that lives in the dreary apartment below mine. I did not know this at the time, but I soon found out.

At the sound of the keys, I leaned my head out the window. A dark shadow fell upon the mildewy green brick wall, of the first floor. It was a man's shadow, crouched over a typewriter. My heart leapt into my throat. It could be any of my fellow volunteers! Perhaps M, or K, or R, or J! Or even my dear L! I opened up the window, and stepped gingerly onto the rusty fire escape. I began my descent, quickly, but quietly. I reached the trash covered alleyway, and called in a whispered voice, "The world is quiet here." The click of the typewriter ceased.

The shadow stood up, and moved cautiously forward. I saw it nod, and step out of the gloom. I gasped. So did the shadowy figure. In front of me was K. Her hair tied up to make her looks like a man, and wearing a beige coat, and a large floppy hat. "Bea..", her voice quivered, "Beatrice?" I nodded. She ran quietly towards me, and we embraced.

Our happy reunion was put to a quick end, when a small girl interupted us and said, "What is that noise? I know for a fact taht crickets do not chirp and winter, and the soft click was echoing in m,y brain, keeping me awake." I smiled, and K nudged me. "Have you been good to your mother?" I asked quietly, my voice cacking in remembrance of the old days, where this phrase would roll of my tongue in a second. The girl crinkled her nose in thought, "The question is, has she been good to me?" she whispered in triumph. I laughed in joy, and ran towards the girl, swooped her into my arms, and grasped her ankles. K ran beside me, and we were soon in a dark car, laughing as we reminisced. The girl had not asked a question the whole time. Suddenly, she asked, "Which headquarters are you taking me to?" K did not answer, and the question ringed in my mind, the whole ride.

With All due respect,

"The world is quiet here" indeed.

Beatrice

I'm so sorry. I left in such a hurry, because to my surprise I began to hear crickets outside my window! As you know, crickets don't chirp in winter, so I knew it was not the sound of crickets, but a typewriter. It was! That is all I can say for now... I shall write again in a few days, when all is decided. Until then.

With All Due Respect,

Beatrice Baudelaire

Hello again. Once again, I will share the sad events leading up to this point in my life to the general public, just to ease my troubled heart.

I reached the top of the rope, and began the tiresome search for the next bolt, after a quarter hour, I found it, pushed it in and rubbed my eyes. Light had streamed at me, and I emerged on the hightest floor of 667 Dark Avenue. The home of Jerome Squealor, my closest ally. I reached up to his door, and slapped it twice, saying "The world is quieeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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Hello, my name is Beatrice Baudelaire. It is my duty to share with you my side of the horrible events that have followed a terrible fire. Everyday I sit here lonely, in the dark, hiding from it all. The menacing world outside is knocking on my door, but I have not yet the courage to face it. Soon, I say to comfort myself, but how soon? You see, a horrible fire enevloped my mansion. My husband and I were inside, he in his office, and I in the library. I was given the luck, for in the library, under a bookshelf is a trapdoor. I began to become hot, very hot, and knew something was about. I yelled out my husband's name, but the only answer was a crackling sound, and suddenly a beam fell from the ceiling, and smoke began to pour in. I had to acxt, so I pushed the shelf aside, sending books everywhere. I thrust open the door, and began running through the passageway that lay beneath. I ran until I reached a long upward tunnel, an elevator shaft. I groaned, and pushed a small bolt on the wall. A long grey rope cascaded towards me, so with a slight hesitation, I began my climb. During that long 3 hour climb, I began to think. Was I really doing the right thing? I remember muttering to myself about my duties. I wish, now that I had indeed turned back, and waited for the fire's rage to cool, and then emerge to my sweet children. Oh, how I long to see their faces again. Darling Violet, she looked just like her father, and she was so handy around the house, she made me so proud. And my handsome boy, Klaus, he always shared the most interesting things with me, and constantly made me laugh. Sunny, why she was only a baby, but I could see her talents emerging. She was so fiesty, and her hair and eyes matched those of mine. Ah, I love them all, and everyday I weep for them. Dear, I'm crying all over as I type this. I must go, day is approaching.

With All Due Respect,

 Beatrice Baudelaire