The Baudelaires (Unedited)

chapter thirty-six

"Café Salmonella." Klaus pointed across the road as soon as we got out.
"There could be heaps of VFD members there." Violet said.
"Larry Your Waiter couldn't have just got random people to work at a stalling trap for Count Olaf."
"No, that's true." I sighed.
Klaus grabbed my hand and started walking across the road.
"We don't look posh." I giggled.
"We look good at least. Maybe, even if there aren't any VFD members, we could attempt to hide within the rows; in plain sight."
"That's a good idea actually."
"Who do you think is there?"
"I can't be sure." I opened the door to a salmon pink room.

I just looked around in awe, fish everywhere.
"There's one person at the desk." Klaus whispered, looking at the man in the salmon costume wearing a strange face mask across his mouth.
He was talking to a couple of people, pressumably making a reservation.
"I don't believe they were wearing masks last time." Violet mumbled and picked up Sunny.
We walked over to the small desk, Klaus did the talking.
The man seemed different to all of the other employees, he was the only one with a mask on. And had a familiar face.
"Do you have a reservation?" The man asked.
The voice was very familiar, I looked up at Klaus. I couldn't place the name.
"No, we don't but can we make one?" Klaus replied, he was confident that something was up.
"Of course you can." He smiled, "what name are you putting it in?"
Klaus looked at me and then at Violet.
"Violet Baudelaire, sir." Violet smiled.
The man stared at her for a moment, then at Quigley, then Klaus and Sunny, then me.
He stared at me for a long moment.
"Alright." He finally broke the awkward silence and started scribbling down random notes.
I still stared at Klaus, trying to piece it together, he was doing the same.

"Okay, that'll be $100." The man said and Violet got out her purse and handed him whatever she had left.
I looked at the man, the puzzle pieces clicking slightly to form the most stupid conclusion.
There was one piece missing.
"Sir, do you know Lemony Snicket?" Klaus asked.
The man ignored the question and passed Violet piece of paper.
It wasn't a receipt, he had handed the money back. And all it said on the bottom was:
"The world is quiet here." Violet mumbled.
The man took off his mask.
"Jacques?" I stared in bewilderment.
He nodded.
I grabbed on to Klaus's hand tightly. I was too shocked to speak.
He was dead. He was supposed to be dead.
"How are you alive?" Klaus asked, shocked like me.
"I had a bit of a knock in the head after Count Olaf beat me up with a crowbar, the kind that makes you simulate death. Later, I woke up in the morgue, which was very frightening," he smiled, "and I made my way out, I had fully healed by then."
"I don't believe it, Uncle Jacques." I smiled.
"I don't believe I'd see you all again." He laughed slightly.
Violet looked out the front windows, "Jacques?"
"Yes, Miss Baudelaire?"
"Are there any hiding places?"
"The back. You just need to run out the back door after that and wait for me if it's you-know-who."
We nodded and ran out the back, I saw  the familiar yellow and black cab.
I hugged Klaus, "how on earth is he alive...?"
"I'm not sure, Charlotte. It seems very far-fetched."
"It does." I sighed and kissed him.
He kissed back.
"Guys." Quigley broke the mood.
I stared at them, just a tad embarrassed.
Klaus laughed, "what?"
"No funny business out here." Violet smiled.
"That isn't classified as funny business, it's clarified as love."
"Funny." Sunny giggled.