Chapter 1- The Mistake
Clive ran out of the doors of Scotland Yard, the air was warm and comforting. Yes, I'm finally free! He thought as he skipped down the street like an idiot. But Clive didn't care what others thought of him, well, maybe not everyone, but there were some people in his life that needed to know he cared. He was actually headed to go see those people right now. He buzzed through the streets of London, every corner or every street; he was looking for a certain address, belonging to Professor Hershel Layton.
When Clive finally reached his destination, he knocked on the door just a bit too loudly. He was overly excited, and very energetic. From the inside Clive could hear foot steps and the sound of a door knob slowly being turned. The Professor opened the door and his face immediately lit up.
"Clive, you're already out of Scotland Yard?"
"Yes, just this morning, Professor," Clive said with a large toothy smile.
"That's just wonderful, come in, come in, I'll go make some tea," The Professor ushered Clive inside. "Sit down; I will be with you in a moment." He said happily as he sauntered into the kitchen.
"Um, Professor is Flora home, I need to explain something to her, the last time I saw her we had a little misunderstanding," Clive asked. The Professor's face morphed into something so sad, Clive felt like he should cry. "Professor, is something wrong?"
"Oh Clive," the Professor said walking out of the kitchen, "Flora died a month ago in an accident." Clive began to shrink, he wanted to cry and yell at the same time.
"What, what hap-happened?" he said in between breaths.
"Flora was walking home from somewhere and a drunk driver struck her in the middle of the street," the Professor paused, "She was killed almost instantly."
"That has to be a mistake, she couldn't have died, Professor you must be joking!" Clive yelled.
"Clive," the Professor said softly, "I would never joke about something as serious as that."