A.N. This won't make a whole lot of sense at first, but it will all come together, I promise! Please stick with it!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Layton characters… only Jon, Mysti, Rhonda, Celia, Elizabeth… Not hard to figure out.

Prologue:

The sky was gray. It looked like rain.

Celia, a young woman with red-brown hair and dark brown eyes, stood at a recently placed gravestone.

Elizabeth, her sister, rested a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Celia."

Celia jerked away from her comfort. "Don't. I don't want to hear it."

"Celia…"

"Don't!"

Elizabeth looked at her sister with worried green eyes. "I don't know what else to say."

Tears began to stream down Celia's face. "He was going to be important. He had such a future ahead of him, I know it! And now…"

Elizabeth wrapped her arm around Celia, not fully understanding the truth of her sister's rambling. "It will all be okay. I promise."

Celia looked up at her with questioning eyes. "Do you really believe that?"

There was a moment of silence before Elizabeth answered.

"Yes."

Celia turned back to the grave. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I'm so sorry."

Elizabeth helped her start back to their car as the sky, as if echoing Celia's feelings, let the first drops of rain fall. They traced along the words on the new headstone, the letters that spelled out the name of Celia's son. The name Hershel Layton.

Celia sat in the doctor's office. She was returning for a check up to be sure she was healing correctly after the c-section the doctors had given her.

They were giving her an MRI.

Celia, claustrophobic, was being given a sedative to keep her calm in the sleek tube.

She lay on a bed, breathing slowly and deeply, trying to conquer her fear and prepare for the experience to come.

But instead of slowing, she felt her heartbeat speed up.

Almost unconsciously, she began to fidget. The sedative wouldn't take much longer, would it?

Suddenly, her mind was crystal clear.

She sat up and ran her finger along the clear bag, reading the type of sedative they were giving her.

Adrenaline.

Celia ripped the tube out of her arm. Her heart was beating way too fast as she struggled to sit up.

"Doctor!" she shouted. "Doctor—."

Then she fell to the ground as her heart stopped. She was dead.

"Mysti! Come on!"

The young girl ran down the stairs singing, "School for the first time…"

Her father, James, smiled at her. "Get your coat on, Honey."

"Dad, dad, where's my lunch?"

"It's on the kitchen table, Jon," he answered his son. "Go get it quickly."

Mysti was already dressed. "Let's go, let's go, let's go!"

James smiled as Jon ran back into the room clutching his lunch. "Okay. Let's go."

Next door, Elizabeth shooed her husband, William, and their son out the door. "Go! You'll be late!"

William's car pulled out just in front of James's, and they made their way to school.

In the other car, Mysti continued to sing her song, and Jon, bored, began to harmonize. James frowned at them in the rear-view mirror. It wasn't typical kindergarten behavior… Would someone realize the truth?

Mysti stopped singing, and screamed "BREAK!"

James slammed on the brake pedal, but wasn't quite fast enough to stop. The train hit them at top speed. James was killed instantly.

Mysti was flung into Jon, but apart from several bruises, they were okay.

Still, it hurt a lot, and the pain was hard to think through. Why were there people there taking her and Jon from the car? Why were they leaving their father?

"Dad?" she whispered.

There was a voice: her Uncle William's. "Hey! What are you doing?"

And then an unfamiliar voice. "Kill him."

Mysti heard the gunshot and started screaming.

"Shut her up!" ordered the same voice.

Something hit her over the head, and it all went black.