Okay, new story. I stopped the collection, to focus on this. This is going to be huge, I promise. At the end of some chapters, I give you a hint of the future of this story (At the bottom). If my maths is correct, which let's face it, it probably isn't, the timings of this should fit. Assuming Professor Layton vs Phoenix Wright happened around Trials and Tribulations, this is set 12 years after the Lost Future, and 5 years after Dual Destinies, depending on which universe you think in. Alright, enjoy the prologue. And PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW!

Feenie

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Dear Professor Layton,

It's been a while since we said goodbye. How have you been? As for me, I am having a lot of fun now, and I feel I've properly settled in now.

I'm writing to you because something deeply puzzling has happened here recently.

It seems like the sort of mystery that's tailor made for Professor Layton and his apprentice. I don't think anyone else could get to the bottom of it, even after all these years.

Because, you see…

The night was fine once again. In the 12 years Luke had spent here, he came to believe he was truly integrated into life here. He loved the night sky, with different stars than in England. He loved the people, most of whom were the friendliest of all friends. He had even come to find love in the area.

Speaking of which…

He checked his watch once again. The dingy light of the streetlamps still cast a fierce glare into his eyes, but he could just make out the time. It read 10:37. She was late again. She had a habit of doing that. Even so…

Luke paced around a little. The thin river gushed on the other side of the park, throwing itself under the bridge, round the meander and out of sight, dead leaves and twigs floating gently across its path. This was his favourite park, ever since he was little. He used to go with his father and mother, and they would sit and laugh and he would have so much fun.

Those memories often brought tears to his eyes, and today was no exception. It had been nearly 4 years since his father had passed away, but a key part of his life had disappeared that he felt he could never really get back.

He shook his teardrops away and continued walking. He didn't live for sadness. He knew exactly what he lived for, and what he lived for was late.

At last, he saw a figure in the corner. He smiled and began to move towards it.

'There you are!' Luke called, smiling. 'You're late again.'

The figure said nothing.

Come to think of it, her hair wasn't. And… the figure was pale. Very pale, almost white.

Luke stopped and stared hard. It wasn't her, but somehow, he recognised the figure. Who on earth could it be?

It began to move, pacing itself at first, straight towards Luke. The figure was very recognisable, and yet it was distant, as if it was altered in some way.

Then, it dawned on Luke. It was…

'No.' Luke said, backing away slowly. 'You're dead. I saw you die!'

The figure remained silent and continued closer.

'How are you here? Are you-'Luke swallowed hard, 'A ghost?'

The figure stopped and stared blankly at Luke.

'What do you want?' Luke exclaimed.

It slowly raised its hand, reaching for Luke's face, as if it was testing, confirming.

This was too much for Luke. He turned around and ran across the bridge. He needed to leave now. Taking a quick look behind him, he saw that the figure had lowered its hand and was staring at him as blankly as ever. He turned back and ran past the emblazoned letters and out into the street.

There was no doubt in his mind. He had just seen a ghost

I can't come with any explanation for this. If anyone can, it's you, Professor. I await your reply. Please help me solve the case of Aurora's ghost!

Sincerely,

Luke Triton.

Dear Luke Triton,

I will be there in two days time. It's been a while, my boy.

Sincerely yours,

Professor Hershel Layton.

Hint 1: Luke is the same age as his fiancé. Who could that be?