Turning her lamp off in the Camel's Hump (Room 128), Emmy pretended to drift into sleep. She began to feel sorry for the Professor, as he'd just told her the story of how he'd "lost" his best friend- Randall. Obviously, she knew better, having been told everything years ago. When she was sure that both Luke and Layton were asleep, she jumped into action. Instead of a nightdress, she was wearing an exact copy of her usual clothes, but in black, "Perfect." she whispered. Quietly, she opened her door and tiptoed out of her room. Walking past the Professor's room, she opened the door.
"Please don't squeak!" Emmy thought.
Popping her head round the door, she heard the murmurs of Luke dreaming "I'll get you, Descole! I'm the Professor's apprentice!", making her smirk. The professor's "heavy breathing" made it hard to not laugh. "A gentleman does not snore." huh, yeah right. Closing the door, she made her way out of the hotel. The neon lights still blinded her, making her forget that it is about 12:30 in the morning. There was no one about, though, which confused her slightly, Monte Dor was "Party Central", or so she'd heard. As she reached the casino entrance, she saw the sign Luke had admired earlier "He really liked that hand..." she thought, feling sorry for the eleven year old boy, who hasdn't seen his fami in over a year. Shaking the thought out of her mind, she walked over to the grate behind the grand monument and turned it round "Anti-clockwise twice, clockwise three times", she thought as she turned it before lifting the grate out of the ground. Slowly, she slipped down the mossy ladder that gradually became cleaner and soon, as well as the tunnel, turned into smooth, white marble. Reaching the end of the ladder, she stalked down the tunnel, the same cold color as the ladder. She entered the second door on her left, to see six men and one woman's sat around a crisp, white table with one empty chair- hers. "Ah, Miss Altava, we've been awaiting your arrival"
