can u imagine. the baudelaires are back on briny beach, back in the city. thereās no one chasing them. they have a tiny baby, like they did so long ago. violet asks klaus what they do now. they havenāt stopped running. even on the island, they were always running from unforeseen obstacles- those crabs, or the cockatoos, or beaās cradle cap- whatever came their way. and now theyāre home. what home used to be.
as they wander, they pass a small book store. violet still canāt use any of their parents fortune, if it is indeed still intact, but they had found early in a small āemergency fundā on the island, either left by ishmael or their parents. itāll do.
itās wasting money, sure, but they need to do this. it takes a bit of searching and a librarian with an all-too-familiar look in her eyes, but she doesnāt pry and they donāt give.
they also buy an ink pen, and on the bench outside of the shop violet takes a moment before she very carefully writes ābeatrice katherine baudelaire, IIā on the inside cover.
āto remember,ā violet says. āand to know.ā
sunny doesnāt remember. and violet and klaus never knew to begin with.
man hands on misery to man, but theyāve left the coastal shelf, and any person can stop the tide in even the smallest amount.














