While Klaus is being taken to the optometrist, Y/N and Violet sneak away to the library.
"We better hurry before the foreman realizes we're gone," Y/N says as her and Violet rush into the library. "Or before Sir comes back."
"They are all The History of Lucky Smells Lumbermill," Violet scans the shelves.
"Who would want so many copies of the same book?" Y/N pulls one off the shelf. The back of the cover gives a brief synopsis of the author, Sir. "Of course," she realizes.
"This book is so long, it will take forever to find what we are looking for," Violet flips through the pages.
"Here," Y/N flips to the beginning of the book, where the table of contents are. "Chapter 12," she points, "The Paltryville Fire."
Quickly flipping to chapter 12, Violet reads, "The Baudelaire's were unequivocally responsible..."
"What? Why did you stop?" Y/N questions.
"The rest is crossed out," Violet looks at the other girl with confusion.
"Oh...well here," Y/N grabs another one of many of the same book, flipping to the same chapter. "This one is crossed out too."
Violet and Y/N grab several of the books, flipping to chapter 12, and finding the same result each and every time.
"Wait, here! This one is not crossed out," Y/N smiles.
Before the two can even read the next sentence, they hear the door open.
"Hide," Violet whispers, grabbing Sunny and hiding behind a chair.
Y/N does the same, peaking around to see who it is. Sir walks in, bewildered at the sight of books sprawled out all over the table. He examines the one in the middle, the one that does not have chapter 12 crossed out. His breath hitches, and quickly glances around the room. Snatching the page out of the book, he stuffs it inside his coat pocket. He takes one last look around the room, then leaves just as fast as he entered.
Violet and Y/N each let the breath they were holding out.
"We have to get out of here," Y/N whispers.
"I found something." Violet holds up a dictionary. She opens the cover page, showing it to Y/N.
"In every library, there is a single book that can answer the question like a fire in the mind," Y/N reads.
"Yes, the quote is interesting. But the hand writing..." Violet pulls out the library card. "Bertrand Baudelaire, father!"
Y/N stands up, listening from around the corner to the conversation between Charles and Sir.
"This mill is all I have. We made arrangements with her to blame the Baudelaire's for the fire in order to keep us open," Sir explains, throwing the page he just ripped out of the book into the fire.
Y/N looks back at Violet, who heard the same conversation. Violet takes the dictionary, and the three girls quickly exit the library. Meanwhile, Klaus sits in the waiting room of the optometrists office with Phil.
Phil whistles joyfully, looking around. Klaus, on the other hand, fidgets his hands around nervously, wondering what will be in store for him. He also can't help but to think about Y/N, hoping she is alright. And her sisters too, of course...but mostly Y/N.
A woman with a cane enters, "Klaus Baudelaire." Her glasses reflect the harsh ceiling lights.
"You're Dr. Orwell?" Klaus stammers, rising from his seat.
"Yes, I'm sorry to keep you waiting. I was on my lunch hour. Looks like somebody broke their glasses," she examines Klaus from across the room.
"See? Perfectly friendly," Phil nudges Klaus.
"Well, you catch more flies with honey than with vinegar," Dr. Orwell chuckles.
"Actually, you catch the most flies with manure," Klaus explains.
"Aren't you smart? It's just an expression," she smiles.
Klaus can tell there is something off with that smile, though.
"Wave goodbye to your friend," Dr. Orwell grabs the boy's hand, dragging him upstairs. Phil, obviously not sensing anything, waves happily.
"Is this, um, really necessary for you to just fix my glasses?" Klaus asks as Dr. Orwell spins him around in the chair to face all her equipment.
"An eye exam is standard procedure for all of my patients," she says calmly. "You look nervous."
"Father always said he didn't trust optimists or optometrists," Klaus shakes his head, refusing to look at the woman.
"Well it sounds like he may have had a bad experience with one," Dr. Orwell playfully taps Klaus's arm, laughing at her own joke. "Now, you're a smart boy. Do you know what bedside manner means?" Dr. Orwell shines a bright light into his eyes.
"It is when-" Klaus starts.
"It is when a doctor speaks in a calm and reassuring voice to make sure his patients trust him. And, how are we feeling Klaus?"
"Not good..."
"Because you broke your glasses?"
"Because of this town," Klaus snaps back. "Everyone thinks our parents did this bad thing, but they've never even met them."
"Well, I'm not like everyone else," the woman smiles. "I met your parents." Her smile suddenly turns into an evil one.
The smile that crossed Klaus's face for a brief moment quickly fades as he is restrained to the chair.
"Standard procedure for nervous little boys," Dr. Orwell explains nonchalantly. She begins bombarding the poor boy with rapid fire questions.
"Yes, you little bookworm. Tell us what you see," Olaf appears, pushing the machine away from the now hypnotized Klaus, who does not react.
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"I'm sure he'll be back soon. Why don't you play a game of solitaire to pass the time?" Phil attempts to ease the worried minds of Violet and Y/N.
Before either of the girls can respond, the lights shut off.
"Lights out, sorry," Phil shrugs, going to his bunk.
"It'll be okay," Y/N whispers, gently patting Violet's shoulder. "Klaus is strong, he can take care of himself.
"Klaus?" Violet stands up, seeing the boy finally enter.
"We were worried. You were gone so long," Y/N sighs in relief.
"You're not wearing your glasses," Violet notices. "Are they still being fixed?"
"What was it like inside the eye? Klaus?" Y/N raises her eyebrow as Klaus ignores both of the girls, merely walking past them without saying a word.
He finally turns around to face them, smiling.
"You're smiling?" Violet questions.
"I'm happy to be here, sir," Klaus finally speaks.
"What? I'm not Sir, I'm your sister."
"While you were gone, I heard Sir talking to Charles. He said he made a deal to cover something up. There is something bigger going on here," Y/N follows Klaus and sits at the end of his bed while the boy lays down.
"Did you hear what she said?" Violet asks when he is unresponsive. After a few seconds of more silence, she says, "I guess it's been a long day. Would you like to go to sleep?"
"Yes, sir," Klaus responds.
"Your shoes are still on," Y/N takes note.
"Klaus?"
