Violet, Klaus and Sunny rushed to their parents, who embraced them warmly. The Quagmire parents followed suit. "How? We thought you were dead!" Duncan gasped. The four adults looked at each other. "Well, let's just say we managed to escape in the nick of time. We planned to introduce you to each other this June because we planned to go on vacation together, but the fire started and we couldn't. So, let's make the best out of our time here, alright?" Bertrand smiled. "Okay." Beatrice walked over to Lemony while the parents caught up with their kids.

"Lemony."

"Beatrice. Long time no see."

She nodded. "Exactly. The last time I checked, Kit Snicket was your sister, and that makes you the legal guardian of Beatrice Snicket, or should I say, Beatrice Denouement." Lemony stopped. "So you're saying that this Dewey's the father? And you're passing it on to me now? For God's sake, Bea, you call that independence? You said you wanted to be independent. And the child's been carrying your family name for the past year!" Beatrice sighed and rubbed her temples. "Fine. Karen and I will take care of the child for now, and then she's yours to raise. I simply can't live with another child." Violet, Klaus, Bertrand and Sunny turned to look at their/his mother/wife, shocked. "Who are you, and what have you done with my kind wife? The Beatrice I know would never turn down an infant. Never."

"She's hiding something."

The group turned to look at Isadora, who cowered behind her mother, not used to the attention. "She's right. Beatrice, it's time to tell them." "What is it?" Violet asked. Beatrice flushed. "Well...."

"I'm pregnant."

A silence fell. "You're what?"

"Pregnant."

The room erupted into joy. "We're getting a baby sibling!"

Beatrice smiled. "Yes." Quigley looked at his parents. So did Isadora. "How long have you known?" He asked. "Long enough to know." he replied. "Would you like to hear about where we went?"

The Baudelaire and Quagmire children sat on the two eye-patterned sofas and the parents settled on a sofa opposite the children. "Right, kids. It all began with the fire...."