The Professor woke up with a pounding headache, in a room with almost no light, and he was bound to a chair and gagged. He struggled around to see if he could get free, and the cloth that was wrapped round his mouth fell loose. He examined the room as best he could (there was very little light in which to see), and discovered Captain Rex, the one who was kidnapped before he. Rex was awake and looked frightfully solemn when he made eye contact with Layton. The professor said nothing.

"Should be begin?" asked a voice. It came from outside the door.

"We can begin, if you'd like," replied a second voice.

"The rest of you can have fun with the captain," said a third voice. "The professor is mine."

"No," said a fourth and commanding voice. "Nothing happens to them without my say-so, you imbeciles!"

"Of course, Maestro," said a fifth voice. "It's not as if we'd really disobey you. You don't think that badly of us, right?"

"Not yet, I don't. But if you screw up, our mission becomes that much harder. Not that you haven't screwed up already by losing Sorrow and Passion so early on."

"It doesn't matter," said the third voice. "We've replaced them anyhow, and believe me, Eclipse, we're very close to winning. I can feel it."

"Very well, Pride, if you think you can handle yourself here, then fine. But this team houses the last of your allies. Do not underestimate your enemy. If you do, that will be our downfall."

Being in the next room, the professor and Rex were able to hear everything. They both looked at each other earnestly. How are we going to get out of this mess? both pairs of eyes seemed to say. Rex then looked up. There was a window, high above their heads. It was their lifeline.

"While this group of individuals continued to talk and accuse, Dr. Frei and Celeste were asking random people questions on the disappearances and the vortex case, digging for information and hoping for leads. "Celeste, take notes of what these people are saying; anything could help us."

"Yes, Dr. Frei, of course," she replied, scribbling something down.

As they walked, Frei lead up the head and Paolo pushed the rear along. Emmerich flipped through the pages of the case files, his cane swinging about from the crook of his elbow, when something dawned upon his realization. His eyes shot open wide, and he gasped, rereading some little bit of data to make sure he wasn't mistaken. "Emmy!" he called loudly into the mass. "Miss Altava!" said he again, urgently.

"Yes, doctor?" she replied, jogging up to him from somewhere in the middle of their throng. "What is it?"

"If you wouldn't mind so much, Emmy, would you do me a tremendous favor?"

"Anything you need!" she responded cheerfully, winking an eye.

"I need you to head back to London as quickly as possible, to run a few errands for me."

Everyone else was still just talking and walking and plotting and accusing, and so, since they didn't have much else to do, the good doctor sounded his airhorn again, in a public place, no less.

As Emmy ran down the street trying to hail a taxicab, Emmerich almost swung his cane into Anakin's face and called out, "VOTING IS NOW OPEN!"