Today was the day. Hershel Layton grumbled to himself, reading the date on the calendar over and over again. However, no matter how long he stared at it,the words never changed. Tuesday 12th May. Of course there was nothing wrong with the date at all,in fact it was a Saturday,meaning he was not working and had free time. Rather, it was the event that would take place today that bothered him. Yes ,at 2'oclock on this very day Professor layton had an appointment with his dentist. Not that he wanted to admit it but,the professor hated going to the dentist.Although,he thought as he solemnly walked towards his beloved laytonmobile,he often wondered if it was ungentlemanly of him to have such an irrational...fear? Or was that the wrong word to use? Because in all truth, the man who saw him was indeed a kind person and often asked the professor how he was. In reality , it was the idea of teeth being removed,drills and injections that stirred fright into him. As he sat down,the professor hesitated, would it be obvious if he called in sick?...then again, he would probably have to reschedule,and there was no way he could be conveniently ill a second time. Shaking his head to clear thoughts of drills and root canals,the professor started his vehicle and sighed deeply as he drove to his,as he now described it 'impeding doom with no escape'.