I'm standing on a bridge
I'm waiting in the dark
I thought that you'd be here by now
There's nothing but the rain
No footsteps on the ground
I'm listening but there's no sound
Clive stood in the casino, waiting for the arrival of Professor Layton and Luke Triton. If anybody saw Luke and Clive side-by-side, they would immediately assume they were brothers. It was almost too convenient that the person Clive was trying to imitate looked almost exactly like him.
Clive straightened his tie nervously. He'd thought this through. He had a perfect plan.
Just stick to it, and everything will be fine.
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you
Professor Layton made Clive feel … wanted. Like they really were friends. He had already entrusted many puzzles to Clive, trusting in his ability to solve them. Somehow Clive felt more alive puzzling over them than working on his 'pet project'. Luke too trusted Clive, believing him to be an older version of himself. It was almost heart-warming … but no …
Stick to the plan, I have to stick to the plan …
I'm looking for a place;
I'm searching for a face,
Is anybody here I know?
'Cause nothing's going right
And everything's a mess
And no one likes to be alone.
He remembered the night his parents died. It had been a whirl of noise, chaos and pain. A huge explosion … screaming, shouting … recognizing the apartment as his own … knowing, deep in his heart, gut, whatever, that his parents hadn't survived … trying to reach them, not giving up yet … a man holding him back, stopping him from going on this suicide mission …
That had been Professor Layton. He had saved Clive's life. And now Clive was going to replay him for that by destroying his.
The plan isn't as easy as I thought …
Isn't anyone trying to find me?
Won't somebody come take me home?
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you
Professor Layton was about to present his theory on everything. Clive knew this would be quite a lengthy process to say the least. But Layton wouldn't suspect Clive, would he?
My mask is slipping …
Oh … why is everything so confusing
Maybe I'm just out of my mind
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Kidnapping Flora Reinhold had been easy enough. The girl was about as controllable as a rag doll. The final stages of his plan were in motion. Clive should have known that Professor Layton would not look over any detail. Layton seemed to have been able to identify Clive effortlessly. He would almost certainly come after Clive, but that could be dealt with. It was so easy … so easy …
I'm going mad, I know I am …
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you
Why had Celeste saved him? Why hadn't they just left him there to die?
Did they really care about me?
Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you
I want to make things right …
Take me by the hand
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are
But I... I'm with you
I'm with you
I'm with you...