Here's chapter three. :3 Sorry for the wait, school's been evil. I hope you guys like it!

Chapter Three: A Phone Call

The way the translation was worded was extremely odd. Nazo assured them both that she'd done her best to keep it how it was originally written, and not tried to make up a puzzle. While Layton thought about how best to approach the situation, Nazo had begun pulling the bins down one by one and looking through them. Luke decided to help her find what she needed rather than wrap his head around such an impossible task.

"What are you looking for?" he asked curiously.

"A box," she replied. "It's dark brown with a green triangle on it. It's somewhere in these bins." She pulled out a lopsided metal rod and stared at it. "So that's where I put it. Not what I was looking for, but now I know."

Luke had to fight the urge to laugh. He dug through boxes with her, and eventually found it. "Is this it?" He held it up. It was about the same size as his fists, and had a green triangle on the top.

Nazo nodded. "Yep, that's it. Thanks, Luke." She took it and brought it to the desk by the door, the one with all of the miscellaneous objects. Nazo opened it and took out a square part and flipped it this way and that. Luke watched her, intrigued.

"What are you building?"

"I don't know yet," she replied. "It's a puzzle my colleague sent me a few days ago. He needed me to stop calling him to ask if he'd found anything every five minutes." She grinned. "But as soon as I'm done with this, I'm going to bug him again." She picked up another part and flipped it around. Seeming pleased, she put them both together and joined that with another piece. "There we go."

The translation had Layton stumped. He turned around. "Do you have any other information on these people? Right now, it's quite hard to work with."

"Sorry, but we don't have much," she replied, turning the swivel chair to face him. "There's that, and a few more pieces of ancient writing, but nothing will tell us who they are. I nicknamed them the Nazoians." She giggled behind her hand. "Because they speak in riddles, see? But once we find who they really were, we'll stop calling them that," she added once she noticed he wasn't laughing too.

He sighed a little. "Well, I'll see what I can do, but I'm not promising anything."

Before Nazo could reply, a phone rang out in the hall somewhere. She rolled her eyes. "That'll be Mark. I'll be right back, this'll take less than ten seconds." She stood up and left the room, disappearing from sight. Luke listened.

"Resident riddle solver, Nazo speaking," she said. There was a pause. "Oh, hello, Phil. Sorry, I thought you were Mark for a minute. What can I do for you?" Another pause. "Really? But why would you want me there?" There was a third pause, but this one was much longer. Finally, Nazo said, slowly, "You're kidding me." One more. "No, of course, I just wasn't expecting…" Pause. "You've confirmed it? No way. Is it really from their time period?" A very short silence followed, then Nazo said, "All right, I'll be there soon." She hung up, then jumped up and down, screaming, "YES YES YES!" She ran back, poking her head around the door, beaming. "The museum in London received a new piece last night. It's an affirmative from the Nazoian time period we've been finding. They wanted me to come and translate. Wanna tag along?"

"You bet!" Luke exclaimed, leaping to his feet. "Professor, can we go?"

"I don't see why not."

So that was that. The Professor drove back to London with Nazo in the front seat and Luke in the back. Nazo was ecstatic about the news and wouldn't shut up, and quickly drove Luke up a wall. She and Layton had plenty to talk about, as they both studied old things left by dead people. They were having a great time chatting it up while Luke suffered, trying to find something else to take his mind off the two up front.

It was a great relief when they finally arrived, and Nazo managed to put a lid on it. The curator, Phil was his name (Luke mentally kicked himself because it had been so obvious), showed them in. The tablet was in the back, and Nazo quickly looked it up and down, left to right, right to left, down to up, every which way she could think of.

"It does seem to be from the same time," she said absently, as if no one else was there. "Let's see… 'Zero, fifteen, thirty, sixty, one hundred and twenty…' There's a blank here, I can't read it currently, but then it says, 'One above three is twenty, the moon. Three above one is zero, the sun. Up and down, north and east, our world crumbles in perfect harmony.' Then there's another blank. '…fifty is seven's twin, seven is thirty's mother in law.'" She scowled. "And that's it. What the heck? At last I thought we had some straight answers." She passed a hand through her hair, hand on her hips. "This is getting ridiculous."

Phil invited them into his office for tea, which Nazo accepted. She needed to clear her head before she started punching things out of frustration. She folded her hands and closed her eyes, thinking, while the others talked.

"What do you make of it, Ms. Murray?" Phil asked.

She didn't open her eyes. "Shush, Phil, I'm thinking. Never interrupt me when I'm thinking. If my train of thought gets destroyed, I will not be happy."

He grimaced. "That's Nazo for you," he said in a whisper to Layton and Luke. "She means well, though, so you just let it go. When she is in work-mode, she's very touchy."

"Phil, do you have a scan of the tablet?" She still had her eyes shut.

"Yes, I'll fetch it for you."

"Thank you, Phil." She opened one eye. "Maybe I read it wrong…"

When Phil returned, Nazo took a piece of paper and started writing the symbols she saw in rather neat lines. She glanced back and forth, trying to keep the same relative lines, but enlarging the symbols. While she worked, Phil offered to take Luke and Layton on a tour, which they accepted to avoid upsetting Nazo. However, ten minutes in, and there was a scream from back in Phil's office. They all rushed back to the scene, finding a positively delighted Nazo.

"Of course, of course! How could I have been so stupid?" she was exclaiming. "This was the answer all along!"

"What is it? What's happened?" Luke asked.

She held up the transcribed paper. "This, Luke." She turned it upside down and everyone drew in their breath. Upside down, the symbols formed bigger symbols, which Nazo was tapping excitedly.

"Now it reads 'We are here, we will leave our records at the Temple of the Gods.'" She grinned. "Finally we have something that tells us something about these people. They were very intelligent for one. And I do have a few suspicions about where this 'Temple of the Gods' could be located." She leaped to her feet and hugged Phil. "Oh, Phil, I'm sorry I ever yelled at you!"

Phil looked rather flustered. "Uh, all right…you're welcome?"

She beamed again. "I'm so happy right now… I think I have everything I need for the moment." She carefully rolled her transliteration up. "Time for me to head back and study this with the other pieces of writing I have back home."

So that was that. Layton and Luke drove Nazo back home while she read over her scripts carefully. Luke was surprised she didn't get carsick. When they arrived back in town, Nazo got out and then bent over to look in the window.

"You'll come back tomorrow, right?" she asked. "Tomorrow will be fun."

"Why's that?" Luke asked.

She winked. "Tomorrow's karaoke night. The whole village gets together and we all have a lot of fun. You should join us. It'll be fun, I promise."

With slight misgivings, they agreed and drove away, having no idea what they would be in for on Friday night.

:3 Karaoke night…xD I had to throw that in here. I've been thinking about it even since I thought up Nazo's design. So, there we'll have it. Look for it either later today or tomorrow~