"It should be fine." Layton said reassuringly with a smile. "She is very capable."

"Of course." Sycamore replied with a hint of annoyance in his voice. What was she playing at? He needed to get up there to see what she was doing because it didn't seem at all right - nor did it seem like it would be very good for him in the long run.

As they continued walking, Luke began to frown at Desmond. The man's act was very good - but then it would have had to have been for him to have impersonated Doland for so long. He was almost certain that Layton had picked up on the aggro between him and Emmy, but was unsure why he hadn't said anything - maybe he had worked it out himself and was waiting for the perfect moment to mention it.

When Sycamore finally looked back at Luke, the boy's frown turned into a scowl. He wanted to let the man know that he hadn't forgotten what had happened, and that he had best be wary. The professor would never lose to him.


As soon as she couldn't see the rest of the group, Emmy began to run back to the Bostonius - she needed all the time she could get.

As she entered the main room, she noticed that Raymond was sitting upright, asleep alongside Keats - as long as he didn't wake, she would be able to make the switch with no trouble at all. Regardless, she couldn't help but feel uneasy about what she was going to do. She knew that the professor was surely going to find out who and what she was soon enough, so she just had to get on with it.

Once she had retrieved the fake egg (and her camera) from her own room, she checked on Raymond. The man had slumped to the side slightly, but was still asleep. She had to wonder whether the man knew of Descole and his antics, but decided that was a question best asked after she had made the swap. The quiet man didn't seem like he would be the best liar - unlike Sycamore - so he would be ideal to interrogate.

Now where would Descole hide some valuable artefacts? That was the next job.

This was going to be easier said than done - his study area in the corner of his room was immaculately tidy, but there were shelves and drawers everywhere. She knew that the man was very protective over his workspace, perhaps it was because he had something to hide. Emmy opened one of the drawers, inside were at least a dozen fragments of a teal-coloured stone. She recognised it immediately as an Azran artifact from the colour, and this was confirmed by the documents and books underneath.

Closing the drawer, she opened the next one up. Inside was another stone of the same colour, however this one was not broken. The stone had patterns on it identical to that of her fake egg - she hadn't expected her search for a stone to be this easy!

Just as she was making the swich, she caught a glimpse of the notes underneath. She picked it up and began to read through - maybe it would be of use to Targent in some way.


Meanwhile, the rest of the group had just reached the temple. While the walk wasn't long, there was so many interesting things to see on the way there they couldn't help but keep stopping.

"I wonder if Emmy is okay..." Aurora said quietly. The Azran girl had been even more silent than usual today, not speaking at all other than to translate things so when she spoke, everyone stopped and turned to her.

"She should be. Although surely it shouldn't take so long to pick up a camera... I wonder if something has happened." Layton answered.

Sycamore went to push back the glasses that he wasn't wearing. "Hm, I moved her camera last night, maybe she hasn't found it yet." He lied. He needed an excuse to find out what she was doing. "I will go and check up on her."

Layton nodded and, as the man walked off, covered his mouth as he normally did when he was thinking. He hadn't thought much of the behaviour of Emmy or Sycamore to begin with, but now he was starting to see that they had both been showing signs of discord. They had both been left awake last night, and from Emmy's subtle attitude change and the professor's broken glasses, Layton could tell that something had happened that neither were letting on.

Layton looked up. "Luke, my boy, did you hear anything at all last night? Was anyone awake and walking around?"

Luke put his hands behind his back and glanced at Aurora nervously. 'Sycamore' wasn't here, so the last Azran egg was safe - this meant that it was also safe to tell Layton what had happened.

The boy feared that the professor would be angry at him for hearing about what he did, but he couldn't lie. While he had hoped that Emmy would be here to explain what happened, it looked like he would have to do it himself.


It was a good thing that Emmy had read the notes in the last drawer - the egg that she thought she had found was only a replica. Thinking about it, it made more sense that it was since it was in a drawer of its own.

What she found in the next drawer down, however, was interesting to say the least.

Newspaper articles. A lot of them.

Emmy's eyes scanned one of the articles. It was about Layton's discovery of the Golden Garden in Misthallery.

She frowned. Why would he be keeping an article about Layton?

She picked up another. This one was about the island of Ambrosia and, yet again, Layton's work there.

And there were more.

She recalled him mentioning that he had followed Layton's career with interest - but this? He was practically stalking the man! Why did it matter so much what Layton did? He had witnessed all of these events himself, anyway!

Emmy had rumaged through at least half of the drawers with no success whatsoever. Despite her determination, her fruitless search was beginning to drag her mind back to her betrayal. She could see it: Layton's dissappointment and Luke's upset. They would both hate her.

Emmy took a few steps back from the desk. The thoughts made her feel sick, and yet she had no choice but to make these horrible thoughts into realities. There was always a chance that they would forgive her, wasn't there? She sighed, she had to keep looking - they would be back soon, and this may be her last opportunity to get hold of an egg.


Walking back to the Bostonius, Sycamore could tell that he would be the topic of conversation between Layton and Luke. He had to say, he was surprised that the young boy hadn't blurted anything out yet. The boy had a tendancy to speak out of turn, and the fact that he hadn't done so yet made Sycamore all the more worried about what Emmy was planning - what exactly had she told the child?

When he got to the airship, he noticed that the door was left slightly ajar - Emmy was definitely in there, if the man had learnt anything about her from their trip around the world it was that she was incapable of shutting doors properly. Admittedly, having it open proved helpful, he could sneak up on the woman that way.

In the main living area, Raymond was asleep with Keats sitting next to him. Before he checked on Emmy, Desmond decided he needed to do something first.

The man shooed Keats away, waking up Raymond. "Raymond!" He hissed quietly, "Do not let that cat onto the setee - or on any other piece of furniture for that matter. Okay?"

"Y-yes, sorry master." the man appologised.


What was that? She was sure that she had just heard Raymond speak, and by the use of 'master' that meant that Sycamore was back.

She looked around the room, she hadn't bothered to tidy up anything as she went along. Scraps of paper, rocks and other artefacts were strewn across the floor. She had to clear up the mess she had made before he saw her.

Her first job was to remove of the artefacts that had somehow accumulated around her. She swept them all into a pile and pulled open a drawer to tip it all in - he would know someone had been in there, but at least it got rid of it quickly.

A book that must have been stood up vertically in the drawer fell over. Emmy winced at the noise, but then noticed something.

Was that..? Tucked away at the back of the drawer? While she was surprised that it wasn't hidden better, it was still the incriminating piece of evidence that confirmed Sycamore wasn't who he said he was - the mask.


"L-Luke." was the professor's stunned response when the boy told him what had happened in the early morning. He didn't know whether he should scold thr boy for being ungentlemanly or praise him for figuring it out before he could himself. "Luke, we need to get this egg and return back to the Bostonius quickly."

"O-okay, professor." Luke said, surprised that he hadn't been told off and jogged along after him. "Why do we need to go back so urgently?"

"I fear for Emmy's safety, Luke." He stated.