Professor Hershel Layton had sat in his flat that morning, bored out of his mind. The newspaper hadn't come yet, so he didn't have any puzzles. Luke was off with Flora and a few other friends doing who knows what. He suddenly sat up. There was one person he had forgotten. He stood up and grabbed his keys and coat. He swiftly scribbled a note, "Off to visit Clive, be back soon."

He smiled and walked out to his car, to find it wasn't there. His eyes widened and he glanced around, it was nowhere in sight. Now this was unnerving. He sighed and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, starting to believe he had actually misplaced his car. They do say the mind goes first, Hershel, and that is never a good sign. He sighed and walked back into the house, his eyebrows scrunching together as he watched the door shut. "Now this hardly makes sense..." He murmured as he started to turn the doorknob. It was locked. This is either some childish prank, or I'm losing my mind! He thought with a huff as he rapidly tapped on the door, nothing else made sense today, who knows, maybe someone was in there?

Layton's sarcastic thoughts were confirmed as the door opened. His mouth fell open for a moment, but swiftly closed. He walked inside. "Hello," He called. "Is anyone in here?" He watched with even wider eyes as a young girl walked in from the kitchen. "Yes mister, I am." She giggled. "I brought a letter for you." He couldn't help but smile, the little girl was absolutely adorable. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but wouldn't the logical thing have been to knock on the door instead of lock me out of my house?" He chuckled a bit. The girl laughed again. "Because, you wouldn't have taken me seriously if I had just knocked on your door, you would have tried to take me back to my house, speak with my mother, and somehow suggest to her to watch over me correctly, possibly call the police the next time I go 'missing.'" She used finger quotes. Layton's eyes widened even further. This girl was incredibly mature for her age, and that was something, for she looked like she was six years old. "May I see this letter now?" He tilted his head. She grinned widely and handed it to him. "Please do come, we need your help, Mr. Layton!" And with that she skipped past him.

He stood there, confused for a moment. How on earth had that girl known his name? What did she need help with? He sighed, the letter would probably answer his questions. He shut the door and hung up his coat and put the keys back in the pocket before making his way back over to his desk and sitting down. He carefully opened the letter, and found a number of strange objects. First was an actual letter, second an identification card of some sort, third a puzzle. He smiled as he unfolded the letter and began to read it.

Dear Mr. Layton,

I know you have this letter by now, or at least I hope. Anyway, we need your help. I know this will hardly make any sense to you, but this involves you coming to our world, and leaving your present day London.

I need you to take this ID card with you to the train station and show it to one of the workers, they will understand and put you on a certain train without a ticket. You will arrive in a small town.

The next step gets rather complicated because it takes a lot of thought. This step is in the puzzle.

Sincerely,

M.

Layton chuckled. I see, this M. person needed someone knowledgeable to help them, so they used a complicated yet simple puzzle to get the right person. He smiled and read the puzzle:

I have ears, but I cannot hear

I can be tall, or rather small

What am I?

To get the next part one person has to get the right answer to this puzzle :P good luck. XD