"What?! You've never danced before?"

Aurora was silent. This was quite a difficult conversation to be having in the Bostonius. She hadn't even thought about dancing - all she had wanted was to regain her memory - but Luke seemed pretty heated about the subject.

"Er, no..."

"Wow..." the young man exclaimed. "That's pretty strange."

"We'll definitely have to teach you some time," Layton said, smiling. He was looking to brush the idea off before Luke had the chance to pipe up again.

Were they really suggesting this to her? She hadn't seen anyone dancing in London... Was it a normal human thing to do? Either way, she smiled and nodded. "That would be wonderful."

"...Why don't I teach you now, my dear?"

Oh dear. Oh, oh dear.

Everyone stared at Professor Sycamore, who had broadly made the suggestion that even he could see was a bit...forward. He smiled in Aurora's direction, as she seemed slightly taken aback by his response. He didn't want her to feel uncomfortable...

Everyone else's faces were covered with expressions of shock, but she looked back at him in welcome surprise.

"Really?" she exclaimed.

The professor walked over and took her hand. "Yes, really," he said. He took a deep breath. His other hand found her back and pulled her close - an action that perplexed and perhaps even unsettled Aurora - so that no matter how bad she was at dancing, he could support her. "Now, put your hand on my shoulder."

Reluctantly, she did as he said. Now, Desmond thought, you can't mess this up now that you've gotten yourself into it. And thus, he began to count. "1, 2, 3, 4..."

Following Sycamore's steady count, Aurora moved her feet forward, and he swiftly guided her in the same direction. They were starting slow, with little fluency to their movements, but the pace of their dance began to increase as Aurora became more confident at making her way around the Bostonius. Sycamore extended his arm, ready to twirl her around, to see an assured smile on her face - and Aurora was suddenly overcome with a sense of familiarity.

"Ouch!"

"Ah!" In her daze, she'd crushed the professor's toes! "I'm sorry, Professor Sycamore!" she cried.

He seemed to be able to recover from it quickly - if not the slightest bit hot headed - but she was still over-thinking her mistake, which made it hard for her to dance forward when they began again.

The girl exhaled. "Professor Sycamore..."

"Don't worry. I know you can do it, Aurora," he answered, lifting her chin up with one finger. "Just keep your head up."

They continued to dance, just like they had done in the first place. Luke stared on, in amazement and slight jealousy that it was Sycamore who got to dance with the beautiful emissary. When they had stopped swirling around the airship's floor, Layton, Emmy and even Raymond gave them a round of applause.

"A wonderful performance," Raymond commented.

"I agree," Emmy cried. "You really did well, Aurora!"

Sycamore took a bow and smiled at the happy boarders of the Bostonius, and at Aurora.

"See! I told you you could it. Just like Emmy said, you're quite the natural."

Aurora blushed. It wasn't her who was the natural... It was Sycamore. She had felt as if she was walking on air with him guiding her, and his grip on her back had been awfully protective... Had he done this before with someone?

Luke still looked displeased, but he forced himself to nod, since it was wrong to under-appreciate it.

"Seems as if the Bostonius has transformed into some sort of ballroom," Layton laughed. Sycamore and Aurora had no problem with that; their performance would not be forgotten for a long time.

Alas, Luke had other ideas.

"Professor! Professor! Why don't you dance with Emmy? Come on - it'd be amazing! And I can dance with Aurora! Wouldn't that be great, Professor?"

Layton and Emmy suddenly turned their heads and stared at each other, their faces blank.

...

"...Us?"