After stepping out of Spring and Cogg's Clock Emporium, Hershel and Luke stared in awe at the future London. Unlike Clive's version, the buses were, indeed, working. And it didn't look as mangled and stuffy as Clive's London did. And the best part? No annoying construction going on right next to the time machine. There was, instead, a small café. And a very cozy-looking one, at that. "Professor?" Luke asked, lightly pulling on the older man's sleeve. "Yes, Luke?" He responded. "Can we go in here for a moment? Maybe we can figure out what we're going to do first."

Once again, the pair had received a letter from a Future Luke. But this time, they knew it was real. "Would you do me a favor, my boy, and read me the letter again?" Hershel asked. As Luke was unfolding the parchment, Layton ordered two cups of tea; one for himself and one for Luke, of course. "Okay, then. Ahem..." Luke cleared his throat and began.

Professor Layton and Luke,

This same situation has happened ten years ago. Ten years for me, anyway. Someone is planning on destroying London, with the aid of a time machine. This time, however, it's not someone with a fake name. And his name isn't Hershel Layton. I can't figure this out on my own, obviously. I've called on the Layton from my time, but we would like you to help us out, as well. I sincerely hope you're both up to the challenge. I'm sure we can fix this.

Yours,

Lucas Oliver Triton

P.S.: You can find me at the café right by the clock shop.

"Honestly, Luke..." Layton started. The tea had recently arrived, and there was a cup of it in front of Luke. Hershel continued, "... I really didn't know you had a middle name at all." He laughed. Luke's cheeks went faintly red. "Well... I don't really like using it..." Hershel chuckled. "That's fine. I feel the same way about mine." As soon as he said that, he blushed. "Never mind. Don't ask me what it is because I won't tell you." Luke laughed. "Okay, then." Luke took a sip of tea and blinked. He wasn't really fond of tea, but this was delicious. He took another sip. "Don't drink it too quickly, now..." Layton laughed. Luke nodded. "Hm..." He mumbled. "What is it, Luke?" Hershel asked. Luke handed him the parchment. "It says we can find him... here." Luke looked around. "I don't see him." Hershel turned around, looking for the young man who had written the letter. "Perhaps he left a while ago?" Luke asked. Hershel shook his head, turning back to Luke. "I know you well enough that you would have stayed until you did what you had to do." Luke smiled, nodding. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Professor?"

A voice came from behind Hershel. He turned. A young man walked out of the shadows; very cliché-like. He wore his hair long and slightly shaggy, with a bit of a spike to it in the back, and it was a hazel brown. His green eyes twinkled with happiness. He had his hands in the pockets of his navy-blue, knee-length jean shorts. He wore long, white socks, and black loafers. His shirt was a white button-down, and untucked. Over it was a black blazer, open in the front. He held out his hand. "It's nice to see you again, Professor Layton." Hershel stood, smiling, taking the young man's hand. "Wow..." Luke looked up at his future self in sheer amazement. "Professor, he looks a lot like Clive." The young man just laughed. "I know I do. I've heard. I know Clive." He turned to the professor. "Wait until you meet the future Hershel Layton. He looks quite different from the way you do now. I can't remember the last time he even wore that outfit." He sighed happily. "Good times." He came back to his senses and said, "But I digress. Come, I'll lead the way. We're going to my house." As the three left, the young man chuckled and said, "Luke, wait'll you see my wife."


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