Look away, look away!
Lemony says there is no word to describe waking up and knowing instantly that something is wrong. (Dani: Sure there is: “Monday”) (Annie: Truth.) This is what happens to the Baudelaires the morning after we last saw them (bad feeling, not Monday), as they wake up to the sun rising and not thanks to their Uncle Monty.
Warning: activity associated with pedophilia detected. Not to be confused with a pedolationship, in which actual pedophilia is happening, but nobody seems willing to call it that. (Except us, of course. That’s what we’re here for.)