Sabine jostled around and hit her head on something, then opened her eyes wearily. She looked around the cramped space she was in, but couldn't see much. Another bump tossed her slightly up in the air, and she hit her head again.
"Ouch," she mumbled, rubbing her forehead gently.
"Sabine?" someone whispered.
"Yeah," Sabine said tiredly.
"Are you okay?" the person asked.
"I can't see, and my head hurts, but I think I'm okay otherwise," Sabine said, trying to sit up in the darkness. She hit her head again and winced. "Where are we?"
"The trunk of Olaf's car," another voice said. It took her a moment to place the voices as Duncan and Isadora. Suddenly, she remembered what had happened to put her in this situation.
"Are you guys okay?" she asked with a frightened gasp.
"We're fine," Isadora whispered.
"A little powdery from those old ladies though," Duncan said with a small chuckle.
"What about the Baudelaires?" Sabine questioned further as the car hit a rock or something and bumped the three children around again. Duncan and Isadora kept silent.
"What about the Baudelaires?" Sabine repeated, panic seeping into her voice.
"We.... we don't know," Duncan said quietly.
"They tried to help us, they really did," Isadora explained sadly.
"One of the old ladies bit Klaus on the hand," Duncan shuddered in disgust.
"He looked really grossed out," Isadora added. "But he still tried to save us..." Her voice broke, and in the dim light that seeped in through the holes in the trunk, Sabine could see that Isadora looked like she was about to cry. "H-he only stopped because Olaf kicked him in the stomach..."
"Oh..." Sabine didn't know what to say. She was glad that their friends had tried to help, yet upset that they'd gotten hurt in the process. She knew Isadora was feeling the same, probably tenfold because of her crush on Klaus. She reached out to try and give her hand a squeeze, but then the car bumped around again and all three children hit their heads on something.
"Is he trying to hit every pothole?" Sabine whined, rubbing her sore forehead again.
"What do you expect from a lunatic like him?" Duncan asked rhetorically.
Sabine nodded even though she knew Duncan probably couldn't see her very well, and the car came to an abrupt halt. The children were slammed against the walls of the trunk and groaned in pain yet again. They heard the click-clack of high heels walking towards them and they all froze in fear.
"Who's-" Sabine started, but was immediately shushed by Duncan's hand slamming over her mouth. She took that as a cue to shut up and tightly pressed her lips together. The trunk flew open and the small, cramped space was filled with more darkness. The horrified children could see the faint outline of a woman in a suit and tried their best not to move.
"Oh, they're perfect, Olaf!" the woman shrieked in a British accent.
"I told you, please, my name is Gunther," Olaf said in a strange accent as he stepped into view of the children. He was wearing a suit that was almost identical to the woman's, and had his hair, now dyed silver, pulled back into a tight ponytail. Dark sunglasses covered his greedy eyes, but Sabine shivered in fear anyways as she felt him watching her.
The woman gasped and pointed a polished fingernail at Sabine. "Is that the Trillian girl?" she asked slowly.
"It is indeed, pretty lady Emsé," Gunther nodded.
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Fanfiction"Shh, don't cry, Sabine," Quigley whispered in her ear. "It's okay, don't cry." His hand slid down her arm, then gently landed in her palm. He slowly spread his fingers out, then carefully entwined them with hers, as if he were savoring every sweet...
