(A/N) Hey everyone! This chapter is really overdue, but I worked really hard on it and tried to add in some comic relief for the last chapter. Hope you like it!

Luke gasped, and The Professor tried desperately to open the door. Clive stared, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in astonishment. I just watched The Professor's vain efforts, disheartened.

"Professor, please stop," I said softly. "It's no use."

The Professor froze for a moment. Then his hands fell to his sides and he turned away from the door, head down in embarrassment. "You must excuse me," he said quietly. "I'm afraid I… lost myself, I suppose."

"I've done the same exact thing, when I was first locked in here," I told him.

Clive nodded. "Exactly my reaction. Though… I was a little more accepting, because I had actually committed a crime." He scratched his head nervously.

"Professor, what are we going to do!" Luke cried. "I can't survive in prison!"

"Calm down, my boy," Layton instructed. "We mustn't lose our heads right now."

I nodded in agreement, quickly opening up my computer. "Hawks might be smart, but he was just dumb enough to give me internet access. Let's see how the public reacts when they learn that the famous Professor Hershel Layton, along with his charming young assistant Luke have been innocently locked away at the hands of the Prime Minister."

Luke reddened. "Charming?" he mumbled embarrassedly.

I looked up at him. "People love that kind of stuff," I explained. "You can put the word charming in front of anything and make it sound interesting. Think about it. Rock, or charming rock? Shoe, or charming shoe? Which one would you rather choose?"

He looked away. "I guess you're right," he mumbled, but I noticed the look of disappointment in his eyes.

Right away, I could tell that Luke was the kind of person who lived on compliments. So, I decided to give him one, without overdoing it, of course. Otherwise… well, you get the picture. I don't need a stalker. And I don't want to be one, either.

"I should also say that you're really nice," I said aloud. "I can tell that you are. Plus, girls love that. You two should have an online fan base in no time."

"Online fan base?" Clive said confusedly.

I nodded. "It's when a bunch of people make an online protest against something they think is unfair." I tilted my head at him. "I'm surprised you didn't know that," I told him. "You've got one, you know."

He blinked. "I do?"

"Yup," I told him. "Tons of people think you should be let out of prison. They all believe that your actions were justified based on your background history. Of course, some of them just find you attractive, and don't care about anything else, but most of them really do like you and want to set you free."

He stared at me, dumbfounded. "So… I-I'm not completely alone?" he whispered.

I shook my head. "Nope. Here's an online petition for your release with over ten thousand signatures." I looked up at them. "Some of these names sound oddly familiar," I said. "Shall I read them aloud?"

The Professor nodded. "But of course," he said. "Trying to uncover a memory is sometimes just as beneficial to the mind as solving a puzzle."

I smiled. "Alright then," I said. I read out the first name on the list. "Becky," I said.

"Becky?" Luke exclaimed. "Wasn't she the girl from the hotel in Future London?"

Clive nodded. "Yes, I remember Becky. A very nice girl. I remember a boy named Hazel, had a slight crush on her. Always afraid of everything, the poor boy."

I grinned at him. "That's funny. That's the next name on the list."

The Professor let out a slight chuckle. "How interesting," he mused.

"Next is Natalia," I told them.

The Professor thought for a moment. "Hmm. She was also from Future London, was she not? I distinctly remember her as a sickly nurse."

Luke nodded. "Yes, I remember her!" he exclaimed.

Clive crossed his arms. "Magenta, don't read all the names in order," he suggested. "Otherwise it'll be too easy to guess."

I shrugged. "Alright." I skipped down to number 115. "Marilyn."

"Marilyn's one of the Black Ravens!" Luke cried. "She sold fruits and vegetables at her parents' stand right by Louis."

The Professor nodded. "Amazing. This petition even made it all the way to Misthallery."

"The petition is online," I reminded them. "People everywhere have signed it."

Clive nodded. "Please continue, Magenta," he said quietly. "I want to see who else has been supporting me."

I nodded. "Alright then," I said. "Next is—"

"If I may interrupt," Layton interjected.

"Of course," I replied, not finding the disruption the slightest bit rude.

"Magenta, Luke and I have met all of these people on our adventures. How exactly do you know any of them?"

I stopped. "Well, I've been to Misthallery before," I told them.

Luke's eyes widened. "You have!" he exclaimed. "That's my hometown!"

I nodded. "The first time I ran away, I took a bus as far away from town as I could get. Then I wandered around for a few days. I found myself in an alleyway, where I realized that I didn't know how to take care of myself. I sat down and started to cry.

"Then I met someone. A boy, around my age. He took me in and cared for me until…" my voice trailed off.

Clive's gaze locked on mine, and I could tell he knew why I had stopped.

Looking into her eyes, he realized that this had been when the wraiths started haunting her. He knew she wouldn't want to continue; the Professor would never believe her.

"Until what?" Luke asked curiously. He watched her intently.

"Until the day I left," she said slowly, shifting in discomfort. "I knew that if I stayed, Bill Hawks would find me eventually. So I kept on moving." She wrung her hands together, staring down at them quietly.

He knew that she wanted more than anything to change the subject. So, while there was a moment of silence, he did. "Magenta, if you will, I'd like to know who else has signed that petition," he said softly.

She nodded, smiling gratefully at him. "Alright then," she said. Then she looked down at the list. "Here's a few, all with the same last name. Clark, Brenda, and Mike Triton."

"Those are my parents!" Luke cried excitedly. Then his smile faded. "But… but who's the third one?" he asked confusedly.

She shrugged. "I dunno. But the one underneath it is Doland Noble."

"My butler!" Luke cried.

Magenta laughed. "Luke, you're very easily excited," she told him. Then she shook her head. "I just can't get over how much you look like Clive."

Clive shifted in discomfort. "Well, there is a reason for that," he mumbled.

Magenta looked over at him. "What do you mean?" she asked.

He looked away, embarrassed. "Well… I posed as Future Luke while conducting the Attack," he admitted.

She laughed. "And they believed it? You're only sixteen!"

Layton crossed him arms. "Clive's not sixteen. He's twenty-one," he told her.

Magenta's smiled faded. "Wha-what?"

I crossed my arms and turned to face Clive, whose cheeks were bright red with embarrassment. "Clive," I said in an irritated tone. "Is this true?"

He smiled sheepishly at her. "I thought you would trust me more if you thought I was younger," he admitted.

I did not smile back. "I'm not talking to you for the rest of the day," I told him.

His smile vanished. "Magenta!" he gasped.

Luke shrugged. "Well, that's what you get for lying!"

Layton nodded. "Agreed."

Clive crossed his arms, turning his back to me. "Meh."

Layton let a small smile slip onto his face before he turned to me. "Magenta, let's leave the rest of the petition for another time. It'll be a good way to regain our confidence should we need to. And by 'our' and 'we', I mean Clive."

"Meh," Clive said again, louder this time.

I laughed quietly to myself. Then I nodded. "Good idea," I told the Professor. Then I yawned. "We should all get some rest," I suggested.

Layton nodded. "That would be very shrewd of us," he replied.

Luke yawned. "Yes, I'm quite tired," he said.

"Me too," I replied. I crawled over to my little corner.

Luke and Layton sat down on the left side of the cell, leaning against the wall.

After a few minutes, everything fell silent. I shifted in boredom, unable to fall asleep.

"Goodnight, Clive," I said randomly, knowing he wouldn't be asleep.

There were a few moments of silence before he replied.

"Meh."

Oh, Clive. Will he ever learn? Magenta can hold a grudge for a REALLY long time. Lucky she likes you.

Anyway, so sorry for the wait! More is on the way, and I promise that all of your favorite characters will sign the petition!