He pulled up outside the clock shop. The door was shut. He knocked sharply. No answer. He tried the door. It opened with ease. Luke walked in. There was an eerie silence, like nobody has been in here for ages. Dust covered the clocks. As he walked into the back room, he began to worry.
"What if the elevator doesn't work?" He said aloud. He looked at the giant clock, at the leaver next to it. He shrugged, and pulled it. At first nothing happened. He was about to pull it again when the floor began to shake and the lights went on and off. The room rumbled, and shot downwards. He remembered he used to believe it was a time machine. How stupid.
Luke left the clock shop. The "future" London was in a sorry state. After the fortress exploded, most of it was now in rubble.
"How sad," He said to no one. "Right. I was meant to go to the Gilded 7 Casino. I wonder if I remember the way."
He did. The Gilded 7 Casino looked the exact same as it did before. It looked a bit sparkler here and there. The guy that kidnapped the Professor and Clive obviously came and redecorated the place. Nice touch. Luke walked over with a spring in his step. It would be easy. Walk in, solve whatever the guy wanted him to do, come back out with the Professor, and Clive, then leave. Easy. He walked in.
Nobody was to be seen. Luke tip-toed around very game machine, and every pool table, but they weren't there. Then it struck him. He hit his head.
"I'll check the store cupboard!" He ran in the direction of the store cupboard. The last time he had been there, was when Clive was posing as Future Luke, and he was telling them about Future Layton's evil plans.
He walked into the store cupboard. He gasped. The Professor and Clive where there, but so where Andrew Schrader and Don Paolo/Paul.
"What?" They were all tied up, only Clive was conscious. His eyes where opened slightly, and a trickle of blood ran down his face. He had a huge cut on his forehead.
"Clive!"
"L-Luke?" Clive's voice was shaky. He was hurt badly. If they didn't get out soon, he would be in grave danger.
"Shh Clive," Luke shooed, "I'm going to get you out of here. I'll just untie you …"
Clive shook his head so hard, he nearly passed out.
"No-no Luke. Run! He-he w-wants you!" His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he passed out. Luke sighed, and turned to the others.
"That's everyone that was an answer to the riddle." He breathed deeply.
"I'll need to wake one of them up." He decided. He crawled over to the Professor.
"Professor?" He whispered, "Professor?" He paused. "Forgive me, Professor!" He raised his hand and slapped the Professor hard on the face.
"He's going to have a bruise." Luke watched the Professor's eyes flutter open.
"L-Luke?"
Luke nodded. The Professor sat bolt upright, his hands still tied.
"LUKE! GO NOW!"
"Professor," Luke grumbled. He ignored the Professor, and began untying his hands. The Professor continued,
"I told you not to come!"
Luke sighed.
"Well I'm ok aren't I?"
"No, you're not! Julian stole the trumpet. He wants you to play it, to become his slave! He kidnapped us because he knew you would come and get us!"
"But I would have come down anyway…with you…wouldn't I?"
"No." The Professor said, "I realised that the person that was sending us riddles had the trumpet. I also realised that Julian was the museum guard."
"How?" Luke began untying the others.
"Remember they said that somebody turned off the lights?"
"Yeah…"
"They couldn't have. They go on and off at certain times. Like a timer. It's not a manual switch."
"That means the Janitor was in it as well."
"Yes. He wanted a young boy as his slave. Somebody young, fit, small and smart. He didn't know who he would pick until he met us at the museum."
"Me?"
The Professor nodded solemnly. Luke had untied everyone. Andrew and Don Paolo where coming round.
"Clive won't be waking up anytime soon." Luke sighed, looking over.
"Luke!" Andrew gasped. "You must run, go, we'll get out."
Luke shook his head. Even Don Paolo was agreeing.
"Listen, brat, if he gets you to play that trumpet, you won't lose your life, you'll lose your mind."
"I know what it does," Luke snapped. Why couldn't they all shut up?
"Luke-"
"Luke"
"LUKE! LISTEN!"
"NO, YOU LISTEN!" Luke screamed, "I CAME HERE, ALL BY MYSELF, TO HELP YOU LOT! CAN'T YOU BE GRATEFUL! I KNOW IT'S DANGEROUS! I KNEW THAT FROM THE MINUTE I BECAME THE PROFESSOR ASSISTANT! YOU DON'T NEED TO REPEAT IT!"
"Luke, keep your voice down! He'll here us!" The Professor warned. Luke screamed.
"You're all impossible, do you know that!" He hissed. He hauled Clive up, and put one of his arms around his shoulders. He dragged him out the cupboard .The others followed, looking about. They made it to the entrance, before he found them. He being Julian.
"Well hello Luke. You took your time. Maybe because the Professor wasn't about to give you commands and tell you what to do." He sneered. Luke dropped Clive. He fell to the floor. They heard a crack.
"Oh dear…" Luke bit his lip. Julian clapped his hands. A group of tall, large, beefy men appeared around the corner. They grabbed everyone but Luke and Julian. They held a knife to their throats. Luke gulped.
"Now then," Julian smiled, reviling the silver trumpet, "Your about to get a music lesson."
A/N: I'm sorry, cheesy I know, I couldn't help it.