What they walked in to was quite a sight. A man was sitting on the couch, sharing a laugh with Future Luke. He had medium length, chocolate-brown hair, graying about half an inch up from the bottom at the back of his neck, but very slightly; it was hardly noticeable. His warm, hazel eyes twinkled when he laughed, which he seemed to do quite often. He wore a pair of black loafers, grey sweatpants, and an olive-green sweatshirt, under the black jacket he always wore; that seemed to be the only thing about him that hadn't changed. That, and his obsession with puzzles. And tea.

"Oh. My. God." They said in unison. Flora laughed. Future Layton chuckled. "If only I were still that young, eh?" He laughed again. Future Luke put a hand on the older man's shoulder. "Professor..." Luke said, looking at older Layton, "Meet the professor." He motioned then to Layton. The younger one. "Well, this is... quite a shock..." Layton murmured. The older Layton nodded. "I can only imagine. You should feel more shocked than me; I've seen that before." He motioned to Layton's figure. "You, however, have not." He looked down and laughed as he picked up his grandson. Younger Luke smiled. "Aw, that's cute." Future Layton smiled. "Well, I was never really that good with small children... But I suppose this is practice, isn't it?" He went over to the sofa and started to play with Elliot. Flora looked over to her husband. "Luke?" Future Luke turned around. "Yes, dear?" Younger Luke smiled a bit. Flora said, "Is Emmy coming over for dinner, finally? She said to me earlier that she had an announcement..." Luke nodded. "Yeah, she's coming over. Did she tell you what her announcement was? Knowing you two ladies, I'm sure you both have your secrets..." He winked. Flora shook her head. "No, she didn't." Just then, the doorbell rang. "Oh, that must be her. Good thing I've already started the cooking..." Flora went to get the door. Future Luke sniffed at the air. "I can tell. It smells great." Young Luke thought that was an understatement. He sniffed once and practically drooled over the smell. Present Layton laughed. "Not now, Luke. We don't need you slobbering all over yourself." Flora laughed. Emmy walked in, putting her coat on a coat hanger. "Once a pig, always a pig, eh, Flora?" Flora laughed. "Yup." She went over to her husband, whose arms were crossed. "Thanks, love." She giggled, placing a kiss on his cheek. Emmy walked up to Layton - Future Layton, that is - and placed a small peck on his cheek as well. Present Layton looked at him, puzzled. Then his eyes trailed downward and he gaped at something he hadn't seen before. The thing Emmy was probably going to talk about.

There was a small silver ring on both their fingers.