"The world is quiet here"
Violet Baudelaire thought the worst was over, granted Count Olaf was still on the loose, but at least she and her siblings were alive. It wasn't until the Baudelaires came to Avonlea to live with their Uncle Monty, did the...
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The butterfly effect.
The butterfly effect is the phenomenon whereby a minute localized change in a complex system can have large effects elsewhere.
For example, if you were given a choice between two things, that choice would ultimately have an impact on someone or something else, thus changing the course of the future.
Or, if an explosion has been set off, more people will hear it and will set off a chain reaction of emotions.
Fear. Panic. Anxiety. Nervousness.
These emotions coursed through everyone within a ten mile radius' veins, all confused as to why, in the middle of the night, Dr. Montgomery Montgomery, the respected herpetologist's house had been blown to almost smithereens.
Count Olaf on the other hand, let out an irritated growl as he made the now frantic horses pulling the wagon come to a stop, mumbling about it going off 'too early'.
Taking this as an opportunity, Klaus - holding Sunny - jumped off of the buggy as concerned villagers all rushed to the scene.
"Violet!" Klaus cried, "Uncle Monty!" The boy shouted as he rushed towards the house, only to be held back some of the adults.
"Let me through!" The middle Baudelaire ordered.
"It's not safe," Harmon Andrews told him.
"But my sister's in there!" Klaus protested.
"What's going on?!" Isadora asked as she, Duncan, Jane, Anne, Diana, Jerry, Ruby and Gilbert rushed up to him.
"Violet! She's in there!" Klaus told the group and Gilbert's eyes widened in fear.
"Wait, Violet's in there?!" He asked.
Klaus nodded, his face contorting with fear.
Gilbert, with a look of determination on his face, ignored all the calls beckoning to come back and ran into the burning house.
"Violet!" The dark haired boy yelled, "Violet!"
Gilbert ran into what had been the Reptile Room, frantically searching for a certain Baudelaire.
"Violet!" He cried again for what seemed like the hundredth time, his voice growing hoarse.
Gilbert - whose eyes were pricking with tears at the thought of losing the girl he had grown so fond of, maybe even grown feelings for - then rushed into the remainders of the kitchen, avoiding the spitting flames and some of the collapsing ceiling beams.
"Violet!" He called once more, his eyes blurring with tears.
"Gilbert!" The unmistakeable voice of Violet Baudelaire cried weakly, followed by a cough.
"Violet!" The boy repeated, following the sound of the voice, dodging the wild flames that surrounded him, "Oh my God, Violet," He breathed out once he saw the girl sitting in the corner, knees pulled to her chest, almost unrecognisable with the dark ashes covering her small, fragile figure as she cried hysterically.
"Hey, hey," The hazel eyed boy said, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder, "It's me, it's me... It's Gilbert," He comforted and, without warning, Violet reached up and brought him into a hug, sobbing into his shoulder, "Let's get you out of here, okay?" He said.
"Uncle Monty," The girl gasped as Gilbert helped him up.
Gilbert looked at her with sympathy.
"He's gone, Violet, he's gone," He told her softly.
Violet nodded before gasping as one of the ceiling beams landed near them.
"Come on, Violet," Gilbert ushered, "Violet!" He said a little louder, "Come on!"
The brunette stood there, paralysed with fear and Gilbert looked around at the burning house, sighing, before he picked the girl up and rushed her out of the burning structure.
