"Professor," Luke said, placing down his tea cup and looking up at his mentor. "There's something I've been wanting to ask you."

"What is it, my boy?" the Professor looked at Luke and set down his own cup. He folded his hands and made eye contact, the universal sign

that he was paying attention.

"Where do you go after you die?"

It was a question even the great Hershel Layton couldn't answer right away. Actually, Layton never really thought about it before.

"Where did that come from, Luke?"

Luke shrugged. "It was a stupid question, I know."

"No, Luke." Layton reassured him. "There's no such thing as a stupid question. One must always remember that."

"Will you tell me then?" Luke asked.

"Well, some religions will claim that after ones death, they will go through judgement and pass on to either Heaven or Hell. No one really

knows for sure though, Luke." It was really all the Professor could say and not confuse the poor boy, though he probably would understand

everything completely and was about to ask for more information.

"But, Professor, what happens if there isn't a Heaven or Hell?"

Layton smiled in spite of himself. There goes Luke again, always looking for a logical answer to everything. Layton new he would. At least this

was a little better than when Luke had asked him where babies came from. Layton almost shuddered at the thought. If there was one thing that Layton wasn't good at, it was the Birds and the Bees.

"Well, Luke...some puzzles are best left unsolved for the time being." Layton told him. "Right now, it's time for bed."

Luke sighed. "Alright..." He jumped down from his chair and walked off to his bedroom, shoulders slumped. It was a sad sight for Layton to

witness. He hated when Luke was upset. But, that question he had asked worried Layton. Maybe it was just the boy's growing mind.

He's not going to be my little Luke forever, Layton thought. He needs to grow up sometime. It's best he start asking other questions and not

ones like "Why is the sky blue?" or that dreadful "Where do babies come from?" one. Layton shuddered.

Layton pushed his chair away from the table and placed his hat on his head. He stood and began to walk towards Luke's room to wish him

sweet dreams. It was a ritual practiced every night in Layton's home since Luke had come to live with the Professor. Even if Luke grew to old

to stay with Layton, or if he just left to go back home (which was something the Professor never considered) he would stop up at the boy's

empty, lifeless room just to whisper those three words. Tonight, Luke was in his room, sitting in his bed, teddy bear in hand, a thick novel on

his bed stand.

Layton smiled and walked into Luke's room. "Good night, Luke."

Luke smiled back and Layton new that all was well again. "Night, Professor." He reached out his arms and the look in his eyes reqested

something that hadn't come up for their goodnights since Luke was very small -- a hug.

Layton's smile grew and he wrapped his arms around Luke. The boy's night shirt smelled like tea and lavender, just like the Professor, but it

held a more childish scent for some reason...could it be...peanut butter?

Layton unwrapped Luke's arms and stood up. "Good night, Luke. I'll see you in the morning."

"Professor, why does the sun rise?"

"I'll tell you tomorrow, Luke."

"Professor, what does---"

Layton chuckled and patted the boy's head. "Tomorrow. I promise."

"Oh...OK. Night."

Layton turned off the bed room light and shut the boy's door and went to his research books to hunt down answers to every puzzle Luke and

the young boy's growing mind had in store for the young puzzle-solver.