"Professor!" Clive burst in the room. The Professor blinked his eyes open. He gasped when he saw Luke, and went to move away. It was too late. Unflinching, Luke brought the knife down. He had originally been aiming for the Professor's chest, but missed and it went crashing into his wrist. They heard bones crunching and blood oozed out the open wound. The Professor bit his bottom lip. Clive ran forward and grabbed the scruff of Luke's neck. He through Luke to the side.
"What the hell Luke?" He cried. Luke stood up. He stared at them, smiled and walked out the room, out the house. Clive helped the Professor out of bed. The Professor mumbled something that Clive could just here.
"Professor, stuff being a gentleman, leave your goddamned hat, you need medical attention!" Ignoring his protests, Clive dragged him downstairs and towards the Layton Mobile.
"Give me the keys," Clive said. The Professor groaned weakly and pulled them out his pocket. Clive opened the door and threw the Professor in the passenger side.
"Clive…" The Professor mumbled, "…have you ever driven before…?"
"Yeah, sure," Clive said unconvincingly, "Right then,"
As they flew down the road ((Clive was a very driver)), Clive's head wound began to bleed.
"What more can go wrong?" Clive cursed. It began to rain.