"Professor, why are we here again?" Luke questioned for the second time that trip. They stood outside the largest library in London, but Luke still hadn't caught the reason.

"We are here to research. What else is a library for?" Layton asked playfully.

"But, Professor? What research?" Luke pressed, eager to know what what it was.

"You know the time machine explosion ten years ago?" Layton asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, but Professor, don't you know all about that now? I mean, what with Dmitri telling us all about it, don't you know all you need to know?" Luke tried to speed up his pace to look the Professor in the eyes, though Layton never slowed his pace through the library.

"I know quite a bit about that, yes. But there was something else around that time that was also covered up that I am curious about. Nothing compared to the explosion, but still, something I'd like to learn about." The Professor explained as they arrived at the front desk.

"Professor?" Flora asked quietly, who had tailed along, "Can I go and grab a book to read at home?"

"Of course, Flora. But don't take too long." The Professor nodded. Flora squeaked happily and made as much noise as a mouse as she went off in one direction.

"Sir," Layton turned to the man behind the desk, who was ready to go. "Is there something I can help you find?"

"Yes. I'm looking for information on a specific date." The Professor explained. When the man looked ready to type it into his computer, Layton continued, "March 27, 1950." The Professor answered. (I don't know the actual day)

After a few minutes of clicking, the man rubbed his chin in deep thought. "Well, the only information we have on that is down in the Archives. If you would give me a moment." He said. He grabbed the phone near him and pressed two numbers. "Professor Layton is here. He's looking for information on the date 'March 27, 1950'." The mans said evenly into the phone, but his voice became harsh when he continued, "Tell that BRAT to have the information ready to grab by the time we get there." Then he hung up. He plastered a smile across his face. "Follow me."

He walked around his desk and motioned for them to follow him. He lead them down a hall and to a stairwell. At the bottom, the room was enormous. Everything echoed in the room because of the cement flooring and walls. The bookshelves towered high above them and were wide enough to only leave some room for maneuvering. The shelves themselves looked a bit overstuffed.

Both Layton and Luke jumped when the man shouted angrily, "DOVE!"

The sound of sliding and scampering feet echoed off the walls the moment the man shouted. By the sounds of it, the person was sliding into bookshelves as they ran to find the caller.

Out from between the bookshelves came a tall young man. His blonde hair was ruffled and looked like there was just as much dust in his hair as on the papers that he clung to, showing that he had been down here a while. His feet slid again as he tried to turn, but he used one hand and place it on the floor to keep his balance. He hurried to stand in front of the man, and gave the papers over to him.

Layton looked him over, recognizing him, but unable to put his finger on it. The blue socks went up to the young mans mid-calf. The brown shorts and brown, button-up vest struck, but not quite struck home. The white shirt underneath his vest almost made him remember. For some reason, he kept picturing a teal tie tucked into the vest and a blue jacket around the boys shoulders.

The man began to turn to give the papers over to Layton, when he suddenly turned back to the young man, and slapped him across the face with the back of his hand. "WHY ARE YOU STILL HERE?" He demanded of the young man, now quivering on the floor. "GET OUT OF HERE, DOVE!" The young man scampered to his feet, and took off running the other direction.

Once the boy was out of sight, The Professor finally caught the thought that had been avoiding him. "Dove?" He asked, "Clive Dove?"

"Yeah, the brat isn't aloud near people." The man spat.

"Hey! That's not very nice!" Luke exclaimed, hands on his hips and scolding the man.

"Who cares? Here's the information you wanted. You can take it home to look at if you want." The man said, as though what he had done never happened.

"Thank you." Layton stated as kindly as he could. As they walked out of there, the Professor looked back over his shoulder in hopes that he might catch one more glimpse of Clive.

'What's happened to you, Clive? How could you have fallen so far?' Was his last thought as he left the room, and back to ground level.

In the car that evening, as the headed for home after the insentient at the library, Flora chattered on about the book she found and how excited she was to read it. The Professor had stayed at the library to scan over the papers, but couldn't focus on those. Though the Professor listened to Flora, He only heard half of what she said, if that. His mind kept lingering towards them memory of the shaking boy on the floor.

"Professor?" Flora asked, managing to catch his attention.

Shaking his head free of the thought that consumed him, he looked to Flora through the mirror. "I'm sorry, Flora. Could you please repeat that last bit?"

"Professor, Luke, normally you both are talkative, what's wrong?" Her gaze shifted between the two males in the the car as both tried to find a way to explain.

"Well, um, we saw Clive at the library. He... His boss... Clive is REALLY different." Luke stuttered.

"Clive? You mean the Clive that wanted to level London?" Flora asked like it were just as normal as going to the store.

"Yes. The one and only. But his boss was extremely mean to him." Layton told her.

"Well, then he should apologize for being mean!" Flora stated as though it were obvious. "If only it were that easy..." The Professor sighed.

The car ride went back to silence as they all just listened to the night pass by. Not long after, a not so pleasant sound of boys laughing at the expense of someone else entered the air.