I awoke on a soft, red-orange couch. My head hurt. I sat up slowly and looked around. I appeared to be in some sort of office. It smelled like Tea. I liked the smell of tea, but it always tasted like dirt to me. There was a table in the middle of the room. It had a green apple on it. There were cupboards and shelves filled with artifacts, maps and scrolls. There was a desk next to a window in one corner. In the opposite corner there was a oak door.
A voice behind me made me jump. "Professor! She's awake!" It was the voice of a little boy, maybe ten or twelve. I knew that voice, but I couldn't quite put my foot on it.
In front of me, now stood a tall man wearing an orange shirt, a black suit jacket, and black pants. A tall top hat crowned his head atop his light brown hair. Next to him stood a small boy in a blue jacket and brown shorts.
"Now Luke," said the tall man. His voice was deep and smooth like dark chocolate. "Not so loud, your scaring her."
I remained silent; I wasn't sure what was going on, and I had no idea how to react. As a matter of fact I had no idea who I was, or any recollection of... well pretty much anything.
"Now," the top hatted man said kneeling down so that he was at eye level with me. "What is your name?" I thought for a moment. What was my name? How old was I? I couldn't recall any of my personal information. "Um... I.. I can't remember... anything." I murmured. The pain in my head was starting to grow. I was beginning to feel flustered. I felt tears well up in my eyes.
"Oh, dear, it's worse than I thought." Mused the tall man.
"What do you mean, Professor?" Asked Luke, the boy in blue.
"Who-Who are you?" I asked.
"Ah yes, introductions. I am Professor Hershel Layton, and this is-"
"Luke Triton, the Professor's apprentice!" Interrupted Luke. I thought Luke was the most adorable
apprentice I had ever seen. I wouldn't mind having an apprentice like him, just so long as it didn't get annoying.
"Nice to meet you" I said, shaking their hands.
"Would you like some tea?" Offered the the Professor.
"No thanks" I said shyly.
"I'll have some tea, Professor!" Luke said with energy.
I was thinking hard on what could have happened to make me lose my memories. And, how I could have ended up here...
"Where are we?"
Layton and Luke looked up from their tea.
"We're in London, England."
"How did I get here?" I felt like I was asking too many questions.
"Now that's an interesting story." Said Layton matter-of-factly.
I sat on the couch in Professor Layton's office thinking hard on what he just told me and why my memories were lost. Layton had said that he and Luke had found me unconscious in a forest. I was brought here. I had a small backpack with me but it was empty. Or was it? I looked at the pink bag. Nope, it was empty and I'm stupid. I saw a pen and a notepad on the table next to me, I picked up the pen and did a few experimental doodles. What started as a few squiggly lines grew into a beautiful rose. I started to remember things. Like the things I like to draw. Images rushed through my mind of my previous masterpieces. My hands were shaking as I began to feverishly sketch on the notepad. I had covered three of the notepad's small pages with drawings when my muse suddenly left me. I sat back and looked over the drawings. They were all very good except where the pen smudged in places. The side of my right hand was smudged with the black ink too.
Suddenly, CRASH! Someone ninja-kicked through the window. Glass shards slid across the floor, and the intruder landed with cat-like grace on all-fours. Their eyes fell on me. Uh-oh. The intruder was fast. Before I could react, she grabbed me from behind, wrapped her left arm over my mouth preventing me from calling for help. With her right, she twisted my hands behind my back.