Luke woke up on the first of December, a cold, frosty morning in London. His hair was messed up, and he dragged himself out of bed, before noticing the clock. 9:30. 9:30am, on a Monday. The first Monday back at school since his and the Professor's "little" adventure. Luke's eyes widened, and frantically, he got out of his pyjamas, and into his normal blue clothes, and cap. Wondering why the Professor hadn't woken him at 7am, like he usually did. A string of thoughts formed in Luke's mind, most of them scaring him, fearing that they were real:
"Maybe, he went to the university.. Maybe, he's been kidnapped.. No, no, Luke, of course he hasn't been kidnapped! ..Maybe he's dead.." Luke shook off the thoughts, and ran to the kitchen, to make himself some toast, before sprinting to school.

Jaw dropped, Luke walked out of the kitchen. Nothing in there had been moved; usually, when the Professor had been in there, at least a tea cup would have been moved, but.. Nothing. Nothing moved, the cupboards hadn't been opened. In the living room, it was the same as it had been the night before - papers spread out across the desk (very un-gentlemanly), the papers that Layton swore he'd clear up after he'd marked them. Luke walked slowly over to the papers, half expecting someone to jump out from behind the sofa, but when nothing happened, he began rooting through the papers. "Only half of these have been marked.." he muttered, knowing that the Professor had marked at least a quarter when he had gone to bed. Luke sighed out loud - "If only the Professor would tell me what he does!" he thought, deciding to go into the Professor's bedroom, which was off-limits. Out of bounds. But, Luke needed to know if he was okay.

Walking down the corridor, slowly, cautiously, the string of thoughts racing through his mind again, Luke got to the Professor's door. Was he really going to defy the Professor's orders, just to see if he was in there? It was incredibly un-gentlemanly. It took all of his courage to turn the doorknob, to invade on the privacy of his mentor like that, but when he did it, he was shocked at what he found.
"Professor!" Luke ran over to the bed, horrified at seeing his mentor as ill as he looked right now. "Professor! Are you alright?" Luke practically shouted at the Professor, which woke him.
"..Luke?" The Professor's voice was cracking and croaky, and he sat up, turning to look at Luke. "What time is it, my boy?"
"9:30.. Why aren't you at the University?"
"Why aren't you at school?" The Professor tried to stand up, but Luke pushed him back down, pulling his hand away quickly, when he felt the Professor's head.
"You're 1000 degrees!" The Professor chuckled slightly at Luke's comment. But, then he saw the expression on Luke's face, he knew he was serious.
"I'm fine, my boy."
"Pfft, and I'm the queen! You're ill, Professor." The Professor sighed, knowing Luke had won.
"Fine.." The Professor lay down, whilst Luke ran to the living room, to grab the phone. When he'd got back, he looked pleased with himself.
"I phoned in sick." The Professor sighed, he had a class today, an important one. "For both of us."
"Luke! You must go-" After standing up super quick, the Professor ran to the bathroom.