The mission was clear. The Future Professor Layton had to be stopped, or there was no telling what the man could accomplish. This was a serious thing. The Professor, Luke, and Future Luke had all been fired at continuously. So it was no game. The Professor had become an evil overlord in the ten years between the present and the future they were currently in. Why is still the big mystery, and Bill Hawks was still missing. But you could only go one step at a time.

"So, um, Mr. Triton…" Luke had to admit it felt weird calling himself that. "…where are we headed?"

"Luke, please call me anything but Mr. Triton. It's really strange being called that by myself."

"It's pretty awkward for me too. But what else am I supposed to call you?"

"I don't see why you both can't be called Luke. Should the need to distinguish you two apart arise, you can be Big Luke, and you Little Luke."

"I'm not too keen on Little Luke, but it beats all this confusion." Really, Luke didn't like being called little or small on any occasion. He was just an average schoolboy, so there was no need to specifically call him youngster or little man.

"Whatever you say goes, Professor. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance again, Little Luke."

Luke smiled and adjusted his hat. "Oh, no, the pleasure is all mine, Big Luke!"

"Now where were we? Oh, yes. There's something I need to check up on. Professor, on your way to the casino, did you pass a restaurant in the shopping arcade?"

"The one near the southern exit of the arcade?"

"That's the one. We'll head there first. A friend of mine is waiting for us there."

Still being fairly close to the exit of the Gilded 7, they wanted to waste no time going to the restaurant. For all they knew, Bostro had more backup.

After leaving the Gilded Casino's street, they saw a man with a big nose and a white coat. Not anything like the family's, it was more of a lab coat. Little Luke greeted the man.

"Why are you sneaking up on me like that? You almost gave me a heart attack!"

"Sorry, sir. I didn't think a simple hello would scare you so much."

"I was lost in thought and didn't see you there. Anyway, I have things to take care of. Good-bye."

The man left the area immediately; perhaps he was startled by the Professor's hat and thought him to be the Layton of the future.

"How odd."

"What's odd, Professor?"

"Take a look at the ground, Luke." The ground had wet shoeprints from the man that they were just talking to, although it hadn't rained a bit since the Professor and Luke arrived.

"That man left wet footprints, even though it hasn't rained since we got here. So, why were his shoes wet?"

"I haven't the foggiest."

So the three of them continued the trip to the restaurant.

"Just a little farther, Luke. We're almost to the arcade now."

"I know. We walked through there earlier."

"Oh, right. Of course you did. You mentioned that before, didn't you?"

"Yeah…Hey, you know, there's something I've been wondering about."

"What's on your mind?"

"Well, a time-machine able to take people to any point in time could really change the world. Not just that—it could improve people's lives!"

"Yes, it certainly has the potential to do that."

"So, even though the time-machine could do so much for people, you want to stop it from being made."

"Thing about this scenario. Imagine there's this bully who's always giving you trouble."

"Go on." Luke listened carefully, as he idolized his future self.

"Now, let's say you had that time-machine we've been talking about. Would you travel back in time to when that bully was a bratty five-year-old and whale on him?"

"Of course not! That'd be cruel!" He began to understand where this whole thing was going.

"Of course you wouldn't, because you've got a good heart. But imagine the damage someone less kind could do with a machine like that."

"I guess I never thought of it that way. We've got to stop that machine from being built!"

As they continued their path, they found the restaurant and also the man with the newspaper from earlier.

"How've you two been? Word is there was a shoot-out at the Gilded 7 Casino."

"Wow—that made it to the papers already?"

"Seems some cuckoos went in there and tried to run off with the day's profits. When the casino security staff caught them red-handed, the place turned into the Wild West!"

"What? But that's not how it happened at all!"

"Whoa, now! Don't shoot the messenger! I'm just telling you what the paper says."

"Well, the paper's wrong."

"Oh, yeah? How do you know you're not the one who's wrong?" The man ended the conversation there, obviously confused about Luke's knowledge.

"Why would the paper print lies?"

"I hate to say it, but I think the Family controls the media here. The papers print what they're told to."

"Look! There's the restaurant!"

"Is this the place you had in mind, Big Luke?"

"Yes, this is the one. Let's head in."

They reentered the restaurant, which was now open, and looked around.

"Luke, do you see that man in black over there? Does he seem familiar to you?" Big Luke was talking about the man who had delivered them the letter leading them to the Hospital.

"Yeah! He's the one who brought us that letter from you."

Big Luke approached the man as if he was a close, friend, which he was. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Shipley."

"Not at all. I just got here a moment ago myself." He was dressed the same as before, with the mailman's suit.

"Though you've all met before, I don't think you've ever had the proper introduction. This is my good friend, Shipley. Shipley has played a vital role in the effort to bring you and Little Luke to our time."

"Pleased to meet you, Shipley."

"Likewise, Professor. I'm sorry I had to be so brief with you when we last met. Luke here told me I shouldn't share any details until he had a chance to speak with you himself."

"Don't give it another thought. Luke needed to test us before sharing the details of his plan."

"Shipley, did you manage some reconnaissance work in Chinatown, as I asked?"

"I did indeed, Luke. That filthy scumbag Layton—" He looked at Layton and gave his apologies. "Er, apologies, Professor. That would be the Evil Layton I'm referring to."

Big Luke responded, "The Professor is apprised of the situation. Do continue."

Layton maintained I smile throughout the whole conversation, and didn't seem shaken that he had to stop himself.

"Right. You know the Towering Pagoda located in Chinatown? Apparently, evil Layton is holding those scientists captive there. It seems he has them working on something."

This was news to the Professor and Little Luke, who had not even heard of Chinatown yet.

"So the scientists are in the tower itself. This is going to make things very difficult." Apparently, this revelation put a wrench in one of Big Luke's plans. He looked disappointed.

"I also heard another peculiar rumor while I was about town."

"Yes?"

"Word has it that the prime minister who disappeared 10 years ago is being held up there too."

Big Luke seemed very shocked by this possible discovery. "What?"

"Bill Hawks…" He remembered how Dr. Stahngun had invited Bill to step inside the time-machine. How he smiled as he made what may have been his last steps. The demonstration was a total failure and it all exploded. No one saw Prime Minister Bill Hawks after that fateful moment.

"He went missing the day of the accident."

"He's been missing for 10 years. Do you suppose evil Layton might have abducted the prime minister in addition to all those scientists?"

"We won't know until we check the facts for ourselves. Big Luke, you seemed apprehensive at the mention of the Towering Pagoda. What is this place?" It seemed as if Layton had picked up on the fact that Luke reacted nervously when the Towering Pagoda was brought up.

"The Towering Pagoda is the Family's stronghold, and it sits by a sea of warehouses in Chinatown. To complicate matters, the whole of Chinatown is controlled almost exclusively by the Family. That means even getting within walking distance won't be easy."

Knowing the difficulty of the mission, Layton responded to Big Luke with a plan. "Be that is it may, we need to head to the source of this madness if we are to uncover the truth. Can you guide us safely to the tower?"

"Infiltrating a place like that is going to take a bit of preparation. Why don't I split off for a bit and see if I can secure a safe route to the tower for us. Go on and set out for Chinatown without me. Shipley can tell you how to get that far. All right?"

"Very well."

"Good. Now I need to get moving. Be careful out there." Little Luke didn't want his future self to leave. He wanted and was eager to learn a lot more about who he was going to become.

"Wow, he sure took off in a hurry," Luke said in a disappointed tone.

"Shipley, we need to get to Chinatown. What's the best way there?"

"Let's see…I'd say your best bet is to head back north on Flatstone Street. As you make your way toward the casino, there's a small set of stairs that go off to the right. Did you see them before?" Shipley waited for an answer.

"Ah, yes. Now that you mention it, I do recall passing by an area that fits that description."

"Good. Head up those stairs and follow the narrow path at the top until you hit the riverbank. From there, just follow the path you're on and it'll take you straight into Chinatown."

Luke had already witnessed Big Luke leave, and didn't want Shipley to leave also. "You're not coming with us, Shipley?"

"I wish I could, but I've got to stay here and wait for word from you're older self."

"Very well. Thank you for your assistance, Shipley. Come, Luke. We mustn't dillydally here."

Shipley felt a little sad, so he wanted to give them a bit of warning. "Take care of yourself out there! If you run into any trouble, you can always find me here."

They were in front of a hotel when they saw a women with some with some cookies, and Luke couldn't help but stop and chat.

"The weather sure is nice today, don't you think?"

"Sure, it's not bad, I guess…"

"On days like this, I always bake cookies. Thing is, I haven't been able to enjoy any of them 'cause of this problem I'm having. Would you mind helping me with my conundrum? I'll give you some cookies for your trouble!"

Luke eyes widened at the opportunity. "Free cookies? Well, who am I to refuse someone in need?" The women, Minnie, recognized that Luke was in it for the cookies, but didn't mind and let him solve the puzzle for her.

"Cookies always taste so much better when you share them with somebody, don't you think?"

"Oh, completely." Luke spoke as he took a larger than life bite out of the cookie.

"Glad you think so too!"

The Family goon that was in front of the hotel actually showed some emotion, and it was sadness. They figured they'd try to be nice, and see what happened now that the man was upset about something.

"Aw, man."

"Why the long face?"

"Bostro just gave me and earful for loafing. He said a monkey could do a better job than me. Some leader, right? He really knows how to boost morale, doesn't he? Wait a sec…Why am I spilling Family secrets to you?"

"I'm not quite sure."

"Ooh! Think you're pretty smart getting me to open up like that? Let's see how smart you look after my puzzle stumps you, short pants!"

SIDENOTE: GETTING KIND OF ANNOYED OF PUZZLES- (1 PUZZLE LATER)

"Wow, that dopey expression of yours really threw me off, kid. But you're smarter than you look!"

The Professor and Luke made their way down to Flatstone Street. There weren't as many people on the streets, so they figured it was probably a Saturday. Who works or goes to church or anything on Saturday?"

But he did see one person that looked familiar. It was the mysterious woman that looked like Claire, Layton's girlfriend from ten years ago. As she turned the corner, Layton started to run after her. When he turned the corner, the woman was not there. She had vanished from sight, and Layton accepted that she was not Claire. He looked in a mirror at his hat, and then began to reminisce about the night that Claire had given him his famous top hat.

"Here you go."

"What's this now?" Layton was still in red and white, with a red cap on top of his head.

"Open it and see!" She had a big square blue-green box with a red ribbon on top. Layton stood up, and opened the box revealing the very top hat that he was still wearing today.

"A hat?"

Claire smiled and looked up at Layton. "For the newly appointed professor. Congratulations!"

Layton accepted the gift. "Thank you."

"You're a full-fledged member of the academic community now." She went over and took off Layton's old hat. "So you've got to look the part!" She then picked up the new hat, which was now very recognizable and placed it upon the Professor's head. "Very dashing, Hershel. The picture of a true gentleman."

"A true gentleman? Hmm…" He started to take off the hat.

"No! Leave it on! It suits you. It really does!" She gave another smile and stared at Hershel. "So no taking it off. Oh, look at the time! I didn't realize how late it was! I have to go to the lab." She then picked up her white lab coat and put it on. "We're running a very important experiment today. Let's continue this conversation over dinner tonight. Oh, and promise me you'll wear the hat. It's not your usual style, but keep an open mind. After all, isn't that what a gentleman does?"

She then left and dashed off. This was when Layton started trying to really be a true gentleman, and when he started using the "true gentleman" quotes more often. Claire was the love of his life, and when she left, the Professor blushed, something he did very rarely. He adjusted the hat, proud to own it, and he was truly happy and joyful.

Then the Professor realized that this was just a memory, and adjusted to the real world.

"Did you see that, Professor? Wasn't that the same woman we saw earlier?"

"…I suppose it was."

"You seem distracted, Professor. Are you all right?"

"…What was that?" The Professor was still thinking about the woman. "Oh, right. I'm fine."

"If you say so. Oh, look at that. I bet these are the stairs Shipley mentioned."

"I could've sworn that was Claire. But it couldn't be."

He remembered what Shipley had told them earlier. "Word has it that the prime minister who disappeared 10 years ago is being held up there too." He thought about that. "Perhaps the prime minister wasn't abducted 10 years ago. Could he have been brought to the future, like Luke and me? What if all this talk of time travel is real?" He still wasn't buying that they were in the future, but he had to play along. "If so, then maybe that WAS Claire. No, it defies all logic. Claire can't be here. After that awful day, there's no way."

After climbing the stairs, they noticed that there was a statue on a side of the walkway.

"Do you suppose that bronze statue depicts some sort of local hero? I'm going to have a quick look."

Under further examination, there was a man who looked much like Layton with a walking cane next to a boy, who looked much like Luke who was reading a book. They were both looking at each other, smiling happily.

"Say, Professor, the man in the statue has the same hat as yours!"

"Ha ha! So he does! If I'm the man in the statue, does that mean you're the boy there?"

Luke denied that it could be him. "Ha ha! He doesn't look a thing like me! Oh, there's a description of the statue here. Let's see. It seems our friend here was some sort of famous author."

"An author, you say? Not a professor?"

"Can you imagine if he was! Now, that would be quite a coincidence! Let's see what else it says. The fellow used to write big, complicate books. But that all changed because of the boy here. The boy was sick, and to cheer him up, the man wrote an adventure novel for people of all ages. I guess the book was so successful that he went on to write more of them."

"What a heartwarming story."

"Oh, but that's not all, Professor. I'll read you the rest. 'In the end, the little boy was taken by his illness. However, the extraordinary friendship between the author and the boy would remain forever.' I can't believe how sad that ending is." Luke looked very upset to hear that the boy died.

"There, there. It's not all bad, my boy. It sounds like the two found true friendship in each other. Some people go through their whole lives without experiencing that."

"I suppose so. It's still sad, though."

"Look here, it says, 'In memory of an extraordinary and everlasting friendship.' Wouldn't it be wonderful if our friendship grew to those heights?"

Luke was upset. "What do you mean 'if?' Our friendship is already extraordinary and everlasting."

"Now, now, Luke. I didn't mean to ruffle your feathers. You're right. We're very good friends. You're not upset, are you?"

Still angry, Luke replied, "Why would I ever be upset? Anyway, we'd better get going."

"Oh, dear…"

They kept going until they reached a dark alleyway.

"Is this really the way to Chinatown? It's awfully dirty…and dark."

"Why the sudden apprehension? Does this place frighten you, my boy?"

"Me? Scared? No way! I just want to get out of here. Let's go!" Luke really was a bit scared.

"Now, Luke, don't just run off! Be careful! You could slip!"

Just then, Luke took a spill on a banana peel. "Whoa! Ow! Ow ow ow Ow!"

"Oh, dear. Now what did I just tell you?"

Luke was a bit ticked off. It appeared that the Professor was smiling in the aftermath of Luke's fall. "Professor, are you smiling right now?"

The Professor then turned serious. "Smiling? Me? Certainly not! Are you quite all right?"

"I just banged up my knee a little. I'll walk it off."

"Oh, good. I was worried for a moment. Let's go."

They found a very confused man that was in another alley.

"Hey, little man. You ever been so bored you could keel over? Me too. Like right now."

"Why are you so bored?"

"Well, mostly 'cause I got nothing to do. But also 'cause I sort of lost my life and now I can't find it."

"How does one lose one's life?"

"A while back, this guy tells me I can make money hand over fist doing easy work. I was out of a job at the time, so I figure why not, right?"

"Makes sense."

"Yeah, I think so too, until I realize sweetheart gig isn't so sweet, you know? Guy throws me in a dark hole and has me digging all day and night. I bust my hump 24-7."

"It sounds like whatever he was paying you, it wasn't worth it."

"I haven't even gotten to the worst part yet! When I finally finish the job, I head home, right? But everything gets all switched around while I'm in the hole, and I can't find my family or house!"

"OH MY GOSH! Maybe you traveled through time like we did!"

"Who what where now? I don't really follow you, but I do know I've been out here on my own for a while."

The Professor thought about what that man had just said, and it sounded awfully strange. Especially the digging the hole part. He wondered just what the employer was doing.

While walking the path, something on the side of the path broke. Like a wall.

"Yikes! It broke!"

"Well, what do you expect when you go around poking at everything?"

"But I wasn't tapping that hard!"

"Luke."

"Sorry. I should probably be more careful."

"I agree. Now let's see what kind of damage you've caused here. What's this? I do believe this leads somewhere interesting. Let's have a look at what's on the other side."

"But…isn't this trespassing? Professor, wait up!"

"Ah, so that's where this leads?" This was the spot in the Gilded 7 where they talked to Big Luke- the storage area.

"Can we leave now, Professor? The casino staff will NOT be happy about this if they find out."

"You're such a worrywart, Luke!"

"Maybe so, but I still think we should leave right away!"

They left the place and continued to go to the place that Shipley had mentioned.

"Looks like we're on the right track. Here's the river Thames."

"Indeed, and it looks as majestic as ever."

"I suppose some parts of London never change, even after 10 whole—Hey, that wasn't there before."

"I see you've noticed it too, Luke." Luke was pointing to a lighthouse by the river.

"That has to be the biggest lighthouse I've ever seen, and it sure wasn't there before."

"It's in almost pristine condition, so it must have been built fairly recently."

A man stopped them as they continued.

"Good day, you two. Isn't the view here positively gorgeous?"

"Yes, it's quite nice."

"It's nothing short of breathtaking."

"Professor, look at this guy. Do you suppose he could be part of the Family?" He wore purple with a teal bow tie.

"Now, you listen boy! I'm standing right here! If you have something to say, say it to my face! What's more, I don't like appreciate being associated with those drably dressed ruffians. Look at this suit, boy. Do you see that switchwork? This was custom-made in Italy! Italy, I say!"

"Ever so sorry, sir. I meant no offense! It was foolish of me to think you were part of that bunch."

"Well, as long as you acknowledge your mistake, I'm willing to let bygones be bygones this once. But just so there's no doubt as to my identity, allow me to introduce myself. Before you stands London's most distinguished, dashing, and debonair young man. The name's Graham. I would tell you to remember the name, but I know you'll never forget it!"

The very cocky young man (who looked to be in his forties, so much for young,) looked at Luke for confirmation.

"Got it! Graham, London's most distinguished, dashing, and, um…I forgot the last part. But I won't forget the name, I promise!"

The forty year old (take that, Mr. Youngster) stood there, allowing them to pass. After that there was a bridge, and a man who looked to be a scientist, in a lab coat, had wet clothes.

"Oh, hello there."

"Say, do you happen to know if this is the way to Chinatown?"

"Yeah, this path will take you there. Probably."

"Probably? Haven't you taken this path before?"

"No way. I've just got this feeling that something could happen to me down there. Something bad. Like, what if I had a run-in with the Family? That would get messy fast! I'm better off just staying here." He was balding and had a huge forehead. The man was frowning, and looked scared. Just like so many other citizens, he was scared by the Family who ran the town. Led by evil Layton. This had to stop.

The scientist spoke again. "Guess you're not part of the Family. They're not too bright, you see."

"Of course not! We're no Family goons! I'm Luke, and this man here is the famous Professor Layton!"

"AH!" The scientist ran away when hearing Layton's name. "Layton, you say? Of course he's not a Family goon! He's the head honcho! Help, somebody help me!"

Luke sighed after the man ran away, and right into Chinatown. I suppose any place is safer than where Layton is. "Oops. I forgot how the name Layton tends to scare the socks off the people in this time."

"Yes, it's unfortunate, but people seem to think I'm a criminal. On a more interesting note, do take a look at the ground, Luke."

"Those footprints must belong to the man who just ran off. Come to think of it, his feet and pants were all wet. But why? It's a bit chilly to be out for a swim, don't you think?"

"Indeed. So how did he get all wet?"

As they walked along, the Professor shot a few brain teasers at Luke, helping him sharpen his brain, as the Professor had a bad feeling that they might need some quick, on the spot thinking later on. The pathway turned into a forest, and they passed it, despite Luke being a bit scared of the area.

They moved on to a strange area, and a man noticed their confused looks.

"Pst. Hey there, you two. You got a lost look about you. Do you know where you are?" The man wore an orange shirt and a tan buttoned shirt under that. He had a long nose and apricot colored skin, with a lot of facial hair, and a blue hat.

"I confess we do not. It's our first time passing through here."

"Listen. I could be wrong, but it looks like you two are a couple of upstandin' citizens. I'm a nice fella, so I'll clue you two in. You're standing right on top of a black-market bazaar."

Luke was surprised. "Black Market? Wow."

"Wow is right, kid. We sell a lot of weird stuff out here, and no one questions where it comes from. If it was me in those shiny loafers of yours, I'd keep my head down and vamoose as quick as I can."

"Yes, that seems prudent."

"Before we go, though, tell me—why do people come all the way out here to do their shopping?"

"Listen, kid. The things for sale here, well…let's just say you won't find them at the supermarket. But, come to the bazaar, and who can say what treasures you'll find."

"So, you deal in antiques and other rare items?"

"I think we've asked enough questions for one day, Luke. Let's move on, shall we?"

"You two be careful! Oh, and if you're ever in the market for something hard to locate, swing by."

The bazaar was a bit bigger than originally expected, but it was an interesting place, to say the least. Next to a few buildings was an extremely large door with some kind of electronic lock on it. The bad part is that there were two goons that looked like they meant business that had a strong resemblance to Chelmey and Barton. Due to the resemblance, the Professor called them Shmelmey and Shmarton for the time being.

They tried to pass through the door.

"Oi! Just what do you think you're doing? No one passes through this gate here! Now clear out, or we'll be having more than words with each other."

"I see." The Professor realized that avoiding conflict was the safe thing to do, although Luke was angry as always about the words the one man said, and the tone that he used.

"The nerve of them! They're just a pair of brutes, don't you agree? Um…Professor? What are you thinking about?"

"Tell me, Luke. Did those two remind you of anyone we know? It's not an exact match, but they do bear an odd resemblance to a certain pair of fellows we know."

"Of course! You're talking about Inspector Chelmey and Barton!"

"I am. The similarities are quite striking, don't you think?" One appeared to be much bigger, and more in charge, and the body builds were the same. They nearly had matching mustaches and beards.

"Big guy in charge, check. Short assistant, check! But something tells me the inspector wouldn't take kindly to being told he resembles a criminal!"

"Speaking of the Inspector, did his presence at the event seem at all odd to you?"

"The event? Do you mean the time-machine demonstration?"

"Yes. Why do you suppose a police inspector was invited to an event like that in the first place?"

"Well…He's cracked quite a few tough cases. Maybe his celebrity status got him invited."

"Yes, I'd assumed the same thing. After all, pseudo-celebrity status is what got you and me our tickets."

"Psuedo-celebrity? Nonsense! You're the great Professor Layton! The very model of a modern-day English gentleman!"

The Professor was flattered. "Ha ha! I hate to say it, Luke, but I think you're the only one who'd heap that kind of praise on me. From what I saw, almost everyone there was a part of London's upper class or media. The inspector and I were clear exceptions to an otherwise homogenous list of names."

Luke wasn't catching on that well. "So?"

"So, the question looms before us. Why did Dr. Stahngun, whoever he is, invite the inspector and me?"

It was conversations like this that showed who Hershel Layton was. Always thinking about something, even something that might not matter. "What I wouldn't give to hear the inspector's take on the event…"

"Yeah, it's too bad we'd have to go back to our own time to ask him. Wait a second! What if the inspector is still working here in the future?"

Just then, Big Luke walked out and heard them talking. "Professor, there you are!"

"Ah, hello, Luke."

"I couldn't help but overhear you as I ran up. Did you say you'd like to meet with the inspector?"

"Yes. Ideally, we would meet him back in our time, while the events of 10 years ago are still fresh."

"I think we can make that happen."

Luke and the Professor were amazed. "But how?"

"Let's continue this conversation away from prying eyes, shall we? Why don't we head over to the wooded area to the west?"

As they moved, the Professor had to admit he was shocked that Big Luke could apparently send them back in time.

"There. Much better. I don't think anyone's likely to overhear us here."

"You mentioned that there is a way for us to visit the inspector who exists in our own time," Layton pressed. "I can only imagine this means returning to the present. Is that possible?"

"Indeed, Professor. But the only way to do it is to use the wormhole in the clock shop."

"But the door to that place is bolted shut. How will we get in?" Luke complained about how it couldn't happen, but other Luke had an answer.

"That shouldn't be a problem. I can get that door open for you."

"Strange…Why is it you have such easy access to the wormhole?"

Again, as he had before, Big Luke dodged the question, leaving Layton mystified again. "I promise I'll explain everything when we get there. Please trust me on this. But for now, let's return to the clock shop on Midland Road."

"But what about our plan to head into Chinatown?"

"That will have to go on the back burner for now. The situation has changed."

At first, Luke had joked about there being a time traveling postman. They learned it was true after meeting Shipley. Now, there mission to get into Chinatown was going to be done later. The Professor had many questions for the Inspector about things, some before the time-machine demonstration. Chelmey had to see this world for himself. And what about Flora? She had also been abandoned. So much had been discovered in just a day or two, but they were just getting started on figuring everything out. All they had was a very small bit of something very huge.