Luke stood in front of the mirror, trying to tame his brown hair. In the end, he stuck it all under his hat. Today he was going home. The Professor would be here any second. He had been in hospital for a month. Mainly because he had had troubles breathing for a few weeks, so they had to keep him in. He hadn't seen Clive, Emmy or Andrew at all, and he was looking forward to seeing them again. He still had a heavily bandaged chest, and a cast on his foot, but his arm where not covered any more.
He ran his hand down his left arm along the burn. It was still healing, and the doctors said there would be a rather large scar running down his arm when it finally healed. He flinched slightly. Thankfully he could cover it up with his shirt and jumper. Luke heard the door open. He grabbed his clutches and hobbled out of the bathroom. The Professor stood, beaming, in the hospital room.
"Hello Luke, how are you today?" He asked.
"Fine, Professah." The Professor nodded, and opened the door.
"Coming?"
"Yeah," The Professor waited patiently as Luke slowly left the room. It took 10 minutes to leave the hospital. When they reached the Laytonmobile, the Professor opened the door wide for Luke to get in.
"Oh, I forgot to mention," The Professor said suddenly, "Flora returned a week ago," He declared as they drove home.
"Really? How is she?" Luke asked.
"Worried sick. When we explained the recent events, she began to cry. She wanted to visit you, but of course I couldn't in your weak state. She's, uh hum, prepared a cake for when you get home,"
"Oh dear." Luke laughed cautiously, "I am not eating it,"
"Yes. I would advise you don't. She used the last of the tuna in it…"
"Tuna? Really,"
"Yes, that's what I thought."
They drove in silence for the rest of the journey. When they reached the house the Professor lived in, they stopped. The Professor helped Luke out of the car. They walked ((Or in Luke's case, hobbled)) up the steps leading to the front door. The Professor barely had time to open the door when Flora burst out.
"LUKE!" She hollered, and ran over to him, knocking the Professor out of the way and hugged Luke. Luke threated to topple backwards before the Professor coughed and quickly explained Luke was still having trouble with breathing, and could she not choke him?
Flora stepped back.
"I'm so glad you're ok!" She said loudly.
"Err…thanks?" She grabbed his hand, making him drop one of his crutches. She pulled him forward.
"Flora!" He screamed.
"What?"
"Please," he said, remembering his manners, "Please let me walk on my own!"
She frowned, but obeyed. Luke retrieved his missing crutch and walked in on in to the house. The Professor followed, chuckling and then Flora, in a mood.
When Luke walked into the living room, he nearly choked to death again after getting a hug from Emmy. She smelled nice. Andrew simply stood up and shook his hand. Clive smiled, but stayed in the corner rather awkwardly.
Emmy moved up on the couch, giving Luke enough room to sit down. Before he even got to, Emmy began to fill him in on everything. She talked so fast nobody could even keep up.
"Umm…cool?" Luke said once she finished ranting. She laughed, and ruffled his hair.
Later on, Luke lay in his bed, looking at the ceiling. He heard Flora breathing softly in the room next to him on the left, and Clive snoring loudly in the room on his right. Suddenly, Clive grunted and woke up. Luke laughed quietly. Had Clive snored so loud he woke himself up? Ha. Clive quickly fell back asleep though, and resumed snoring.
Luke thought about that night. Luckily, Flora though it would be good to reheat her "cake". She put it in the oven and it set on fire. It burnt to ashes.
"Oh no Flora! I'm sure it would have been lovely!" Luke had said, trying to look said. Flora declared "It must have been the oven". Everyone agreed.
"Claire?" Luke asked. He almost didn't expect an answer.
Yes?
"Do you want me to tell the Professor?"
…..what do you mean?
Do you want me to tell the Professor it was you that helped.
….perhaps.
"Claire? Can anyone else talk to you?"
Yes…if they listen hard enough.
"What do you mean?"
You can talk to animals yes?
"…yes, but what does that have to do with anything?"
Talking to animals have taught you to listen. Listen carefully. You can hear.
"I think I understand….."
Tell the Professor to listen. Listen very carefully. Then he will understand.
"Okay…"
Claire was about to say something when the Professor walked in.
"Who are you talking to?"
"Nobody," The Professor was about to leave when Luke said,
"Professor, listen. Listen very carefully. Then you will understand,"
The Professor paused. He smiled.
"I can hear."
A/N: Awww…well thanks for reading folks! Review plz! I love you all! *sticks arms in the air*