Okay, so I think this is the longest story I've ever written in my life. I'll try and post a chapter every day. Because I already have most of it written down.

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It had been quite a strange and terrifying day, Luke reflected on as he laid there in bed, his legs and arms still slightly sensitive from the burns. The shower had helped a little bit, but it hadn't cleaned out the horrific memories of the past twenty-four hours. Down below him, he head the professor, still recovering from the whole ordeal, groaning in pain.

It had all started with a visit from the person who looked so similar to Luke…

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It started out as normal a day as any other. The sun shined through the blinds onto Luke's eyes. He slowly opened them, gave a large yawn, and crawled out of bed. He performed his usual morning routine: taking a shower, putting on his clothes, brushing his teeth…

He trotted down the stairs to be greeted by the steamy smell of fresh French toast.

"Well! Good morning, Luke!" he heard Layton call from the kitchen. The Professor was already seated at the table, a cup of Earl Grey in one hand and the newspaper in the other. A plate of French toast had been set out for both of them, and Layton had taken the liberty of preparing a glass of orange juice for him.

"This all looks so good, Professor!" Luke said as he took his seat across from Layton. The two ate breakfast, having general conversation the whole morning. Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Luke exclaimed as he picked himself from his chair and left the kitchen. Layton chuckled at he boy's eagerness as he took another sip of his tea and picked up the newspaper again.

Luke opened the door, and nearly choked when he saw the person. He was a boy in his late teens, about 5'4", and a thin yet healthy figure. His jacket, hat, tie, and socks were all a dark blue, accompanied by a pair of reddish-brown pants , a brown vest, and a white collared shirt underneath. Luke gasped and stumbled backwards at seeing this figure in his doorstop.

"Well, hello again, Luke," Klaus began," It's been a while, hasn't it?" Upon seeing the boy's face, he gave a chuckle and replied, "Oh, no, don't worry. I've changed. Being alone for a while can really give you a different worldview."

"Anyhow, could you give this to Layton for me? Just tell him it's from a…friend." he gave Luke a smile that seemed slightly….off. Luke took the letter from the man's hands, nervously returned the smile, gave his thanks, and shut the door. He then turned around and walked into the kitchen. Layton looked up from his paper, and immediately became concerned, for Luke's face was white as a ghost.

"Luke, my boy, what is the matter?" he asked. Luke held out the letter with a shaky hand.

"He told me….to…tell you…it's…from a friend…" he stuttered out. Layton opened the wax sealed letter, and read it aloud.

"Dear friends,

It has been several months since we've last seen each other. Being alone in solitary confinement really put the whole world into perspective for me…

I wish to apologize for the behavior I've displayed in the past. In order to show my sympathy, I have decided to hold a small dinner at my place, and wish to invite you. If you do accept my invitation, I hope to see you tonight at 8:00 PM. Please attend, for I wish to make amends.

Your friend,

Klaus"

The Professor reread over the note before looking back up at Luke.

"What do you say, my boy? Should we go?" he questioned.

"I…I don't know, Professor… I mean, he says he's changed, but…I don't know, it usually just doesn't happen overnight…"

"Well, we won't know until we go, right?"

"Erm…fine, Professor…"

And so, Luke and the Professor head out that night to Klaus' house.