Hello, my name is Claire Foley. I was the former girlfriend of none
other then Professor Hershel Layton for a while, until the accident
happened. The one where I was cruely seperated from my darling Hershel
forever. I hope he will wear the trademark top hat I brought him
earlier today. I'm not sure where I am right now, it's cold and dark
without him, I'm alone and it's Bill Hawkes' fault! I think I'm in
heaven, it's a lot different then people think, there is no clouds and
big fountains, it has all the deceased peoples houses there, in one
large sunny street. As i wandered down the street to the C houses, I
clapped eyes on mine and Hershels house and the tears were welling in
my eyes and threatening to fall down my cheeks. I let them fall, I
want my Hershel, I want my life back, it's not fair! Reluctantly i
stepped inside my house and closed the door. When I looked behind me I
saw my love, standing in the kitchen with a small cup of tea in his
hand and...he was wearing...the hat I bought him! Stepping forward
was the biggest mistake I made, because when I stepped to hug him, he
vanished into thin air. Wow my first heaven mirage, I need to get used
to this i thought while I mentally slapped myself
Down in London
I was currently restraining a young boy of aroud 13 from running
inside the exploded building. He was calling for his parents, it was
my reaponsibility to look after him for that short period of time,
after all that's what a gentlemen does. After all the commotion had
died down one thought remained in my head, Claire! I knew it was too
late when I saw a stretcher being carried out to the ambulance with an
all too familliar White and green sleeve poking out. No, it can't be,
surely she is ok. Then it dawned on me that someone had intended to
kill 10 people, but who? BILL HAWKES! Suddenly it all became clear,
the report of Bill applying to get to be in the minister vote, the
verbal words he said about our minister now, it all makes sense. But
nobody can mess with time, the consequence is one to make your stomach
do backflips and curdle. My darling claire is gone. When she returned
from work, we were going to go to a reaturant and I was going to
propose, I have the ring in my pocket. It is gold with a beautiful
opal chip inside to bring out her eyes. I walked rather slowly back
home covering my eyes with my new wonderful top hat that Claire gave
to me today, I stepped inside. Before I went to bed I kneeled by my
bed, lit a candle and prayed that she would be alright and she would
help me, as I blew out the candle and went to sleep, I could smell her
perfume and her soft voice calling me
"Hershel dear, I'm sorry this happened. I love you so much, I hope we
meet again ." after her voice soothed my tense self, I fell asleep,
without moving, without dreaming.
Why can't life be happy?