I sat in Layton's car, driving back to my house.
"Are you sure?" I said for the millionth time. He laughed and said,
"A gentleman always helps a lady in need,"
I mumbled to myself, "I'm in real need,"
Luckily, he didn't hear me.
He pulled into my drive.
"Will I come with you to help you collect your stuff?" He asked.
"What- I come, now?" I blinked. Layton nodded.
"Soon the better,"
I agreed. We left the car and headed up to my house.
I unlocked the door and headed in.
"Do you wish me to wait here?" He asked. I nodded, feeling I didn't need to speak.
"Take as long as you want," He said. I nodded again, feeling like a bobble head, and walked upstairs.
I trailed into my room.
I pulled open my suitcase, the same one I used for the week away in Spain.
Luckily it was big.
I threw all my clothes in it, my shoes, my make-up and everything else valuable.
I jumped on top of the suitcase, and zipped it up.
Picking it up, I swung my guitar case over my shoulder, and headed downstairs.
"Bye house," I waved into the living room.
"It may not be forever," Layton pointed out.
"Bye for now," I corrected myself. Layton smiled, and picked up my suitcase.
"No need," I said.
"I insist," As he left to take it to the car, I took a last look at my house. I smiled.
"Goodbye old friend,"
I left and locked the door for what I hoped ((for some weird reason)) would be the last time.
I headed down to the car.
LATER ON
We pulled up outside Layton's house.
Luke and Flora sat on the doorstep, crying.
Police cars circled the house.
"What's going on?" Layton said, running out the car over to Luke and Flora.
I followed, looking around.
"Professor," Luke wailed, "We've been burgled,"
Layton paused, looking at the house.
One of the windows was smashed, but otherwise, the house seemed fine.
"What did they take?" He asked, putting his hands on the young boys shoulders.
Luke paused.
"Nothing…" He said.
"Nothing? How could it be a burglary?" Layton asked.
"Well…they seemed intent on getting something. The place is a mess. Like a hurricane hit it."
"Hmm…"
After millions of interviews, and checks and boarding up of windows later, we were given permission to venture in.
"Oh my…" The Professor said.
The house was a mess, just as Luke said. Furniture was turned over, papers where everywhere. It was hard to describe. It was just messy.
Layton fixed his top hat.
"I suppose we should tidy up," He sighed.
We were each assigned a room.
Luke, his bedroom. Flora, hers, Layton, the study and me the living room.
If we finished the room, we had to move onto another.
As I tided the living room, I noticed a bit of cloth, or clothing lying on the floor, as if it had been ripped off something when they were running.
I picked it up.
It was purple.
I shrugged, and threw it in the bin
Probably nothing.
A/N:
SEE? Because this is the second chapter, this is called "Burglary,"
Get it?
You don't do you?
Sigh….