Luke and Travis have dragged the professor's body toward the nearest hospital, only for it to have been destroyed by... well, we still don't know that yet... In its place, however, was a makeshift encampment that was housing some, if not all of the patients, as well as some medical staff and some police officers and security guards acting as a 'defense' against "who-knows-what". There was a supply of food, water, and clothing, but it's not nearly enough for the amount of people that are residing in the camp... To make matters worse, there were rumors of the food supply decreasing faster than it should... It was only about 3:30 PM now (yes, I counted the half hour of running from falling buildings last chapter), but the sky above the city was very dark and foggy. It was as if a curse had fallen upon the world only a few hours ago...

The encampment was composed of various sleeping mats assorted in a neat grid-like fashion, with Rows A-T and Columns 1-20. The entrance to the encampment that Luke had practically dragged both the professor and Travis since the last chapter was located next to the southern part of the encampment and next to Row T. To give the reader a better grasp of what the encampment is shaped like, bed A1 is located in the most northern-west portion of the encampment and bed T20 is located in the most southern-east portion.

Now, here's a small puzzle for the readers: "Professor Layton, Luke, and Travis, were each placed into separate beds in the encampment to get medical treatment for their earlier injuries. Luke was placed into Bed L-5. Travis was placed into Bed T-19. Unfortunately for some patients, there isn't enough remaining medical supplies for everyone, and some people had still ended up going untreated... Using only this information, which bed should Professor Layton be placed in? You may answer this puzzle with the review posts if you wish.

As you may already know, Luke was not as injured as Travis or Professor Layton was. He had only personally ended up with a few scratches and bruises from earlier, and most of the scratches were just on his clothes. The scratches on his skin were easily patched up with bandages. That being said, Luke is the only one of the three who was not incapacitated, and he was able to leave Bed L-5 immediately when he was finished getting his bandages.

Most of the injured patients on the mats were patients in the nearby hospital before it was destroyed, and that included Flora. Luke's first priority was to make sure she was all right, or at least not dead.

Luke pondered to himself what to do, since aside from the various doctors, he was basically alone, "If only the Professah was here to help..."

That sentence he muttered to himself gave him an idea, "What would the Professah do?"

Luke had took a moment to remember what the professor had taught him for all the years that he had travelled with him.

"No matter how difficult the situation, you must always remain calm and be aware of your surroundings."

Taking the advice that the professor had once taught him, Luke carefully observed everything around him. I had already explained what the background was earlier, but the most dominant thing that comes to mind from the surroundings was death and destruction... Many patients were barely surviving and needing medical attention, and there aren't enough supplies for everyone...

Luke took a moment to think, "Since the hospital was destroyed, how would I be able to find Flora? Most, if not all, of the remaining doctors are desperately trying to tend to everyone they can and can't be distracted! They won't be able to take the time to find one specific patient from all the others, so I can't just ask one of the doctors... That would've made this so much easier... Hmm..."

There were security personnel around the encampment, "Could the police help me? Hmm... I don't know... They're probably trying to protect the rest of us from the falling buildings. Wait, just why were buildings trying to fall on us anyway? This couldn't just be the work of some sadistic fanfiction writer... Ugh! Focus, Luke! I've got to find Flora!"

There were also organized desks and boxes around the guard posts, which gave Luke an idea, "Wait a moment... If that's where they keep their information, maybe there's some sort of Patient Record there? But, even if there was, would it have been updated after the hospital was destroyed? Well, it's worth a try, since it would be the only way to keep track of the patients."

Luke didn't have any recourse for the time being, so it was off to the guard post for him. The guards weren't nearly as busy, since nobody else alive was outside the encampment at the moment. Luke's attention was turned toward a particularly fat and plump officer, who's back was turned, "Excuse me, sir. Are there any records of patients that have been admitted into the hospital prior to its destruction?"

The fat officer didn't seem to notice Luke until he asked him, because he flinched in surprise. Afterwards, he turned around quickly, and practically stared at Luke for a couple of seconds. Luke could stare back long enough to make out the officers very large cheeks, soggy nose, and round eyes. This officer paled in comparison to the healthy shape of all of the other ones nearby.

A thought had immediately popped up in Luke's head, "My word... Is this where the missing food went?"

The fat officer now had Luke's attention and had a Scottish accent, "Yes, what do ya want, lad?"

His question seemed to snap Luke back to reality, "M-medical records... I need to find someone that was admitted here before the hospital was destroyed."

The fat officer's tone of voice lowered a little, "Who're you looking for? I might be able to find em?"

Luke glanced at the name on the desk of where the fat officer was sitting. It read 'B. Rotundson'. Yes, the fat officer's last name is Rotundson! I'm serious...

"Flora Reinhold, sir. She was admitted to this hospital only a couple of days ago. She had second degree burns and was supposed to be recovering for at least two weeks."

Rotundson seemed to comply, since he turned to look at the assistant behind him, "ELLL-GOOOOOOO!"

When Officer Rotundson shouted at his assistant, Luke could actually see Rotundson's fat facial cheeks wiggle in the air. They had a hypnotizing effect on Luke's mind...

The assistant had a similar officer attire on, but was very scrawny looking. He had very small facial features, although his eyes were slightly bigger than Professor Layton's. His most defining trait were that his ears were very long and drooped down to his neck... Again, I'm serious...

He had a very light voice, "Sire?"

Rotundson's voice had immediately become very loud, "This lad needs to find his sister, Flora Reinhold, and he needs to, NOW!" His cheeks were wiggling every time he shouted...

Luke tried to correct Rotundson, "Actually, sir... She's not my sister."

Rotundson shouted at Elgo again, and shook his cheeks again, "You heard the lad, find his girlfriend, NOW!"

Luke was getting increasingly annoyed, "She's not my girlfriend either!"

Rotundson shouted at Elgo and shook his cheeks yet again, "You heard the lad, find his mother, NOW!"

Luke's eye began to twitch at the thought of a policeman thinking that a girl slightly older than him is his mother. Luke just relented, since arguing with this guy wasn't going anywhere...

Finally, Elgo searched the medical records. Many of the forms looked like they didn't come from a hospital and were just made hastily and taped together by hand. Elgo rapidly flipped through each slip of paper until he stopped on a dime and actually clapped his hands together on the correct page.

Luke couldn't believe how odd these officers were acting, "New York is getting destroyed... I would think that these people wouldn't act so silly..."

Elgo pulled out the piece of paper and read out where Flora should be resting, "Bazinga! She should be in Bed F-1, to your left when you leave."

Luke was still thankful to get a straight answer, "Thank you very much, gentlemen!"

Rotundson responded with a now very jolly voice, "We're glad to help you find your daughter, lad!"

First, sister... Then, girlfriend... Then, mother... And now, daughter?! As Luke was just leaving, he did his best to hold the urge to slap him in the face and watch his facial cheeks jiggle some more...

Since this guard post was on the western side of the encampment, and Bed F-1 was supposed to be to the left, it shouldn't have been that difficult to find Flora. The problem was, that her supposed bed was within plain sight right after he left the guard post, and it was empty...

Luke signed in disgust, but wondered to himself if he should've expected that from such an odd officer and a slightly less odd assistant. He was about to go ask a different officer for help, before he heard what sounded like an old man, "I told ya! I'm not eating that stuff! I want my BISCUITS!"

A young, female voice was equally angry with the elderly man, "I told you! We don't have any more biscuits! Here, have some of my cucumber sandwiches!"

Luke immediately her voice, "Flora?"

The elderly man shouted again, "BISCUITS!"

Luke could see the back of Flora's head, with her ponytail sticking out, "Flora!"

Flora turned to face Luke and that's when Luke saw her face... It had only been a couple of days, and her face still had stitches and burns all over it! If it weren't for Flora's unbelievably large eyes, Luke wouldn't recognize her!

Naturally, Luke gasped in disbelief and looked like he wanted to cry (again). Flora was also overjoyed to see Luke again, and she immediately dropped the sandwich on the elderly man's face and ran over to Luke and hugged him.

It was as if Luke had a huge weight lifted off of his shoulders. The professor would have felt a lot better, if he was still conscious. Luke was just barely holding back tears, "Flora, I thought you would be resting! The doctor told the Professah and I that you would be getting medical care for at least two weeks!"

Flora had recoiled a bit from that question, and took a moment to touch the burnt skin on her face, "I was resting... I was in the hospital bed, resting. Then, I felt the whole ground shake under me! Everyone was panicking, and the doctors told us all to leave! I was carried out of my room, while the hospital started to collapse! It was like a horrible nightmare! There was fire, and... And, there was blood on the ground! When I was escorted out of the burning hospital, I still heard people screaming inside! They were trapped inside the burning building!"

Luke did his best to comfort Flora, "How horrible... Are you all right?"

Flora was clearly mentally affected by the ordeal, "I'm still alive... But, I just... When the rest of the city was starting to collapse, there were more and more people that needed help! Most of them couldn't even walk or move! It was horrible! Anyway, I... got out of my bed. My new one... The one outside... I wanted to help, since I could still walk."

Flora began to cheer up at around this point, "The doctors said that we were running out of food, so I started making my special cucumber sandwiches! We still had plenty of bread and cucumbers left, and I wanted to make everyone some delicious food!"

Luke shuddered at the thought of Flora's food, "Cucumber sandwiches?"

Luke glanced over toward the elderly man, who spat out her sandwich and threw it in the dirt.

Flora noticed this, and became very angry, "And after everything that's happening, I would think you would appreciate my cooking!"

Luke silently felt sorry for the old man, "You have my deepest sympathies, my good man..."

Flora was concerned about the professor, "Luke, why isn't the professor with you?"

Luke was reluctant to tell Flora the entire story, about Professor Layton going crazy and literally jamming a spirit within his own body, so he made up a reason not to go see him just yet "I... uh... I had to drag him here! He's really hurt, and needed a hospital! But... The doctors are helping him now, but they need more time!"

Flora was still concerned, "The professor? He was a victim of this too? And, the doctors... Does that mean we can't see him right now? I would think he would be hungry for my sandwiches."

Luke knew the professor would definitely not need Flora's cooking, and made up another excuse, "No... No! The Professah needs to rest! Yes, that's... that's what the doctor said! But, what do you mean by 'victim', Flora?" What happened?"

Flora's eyes widened (as if that was possible) in disbelief, "You mean you don't know? Didn't you hear what the police said? They think that there was terrorism! The president said on the news that this was worse than what happened in 9/11!"

Luke was confused, since this didn't explain what he saw earlier, "Terrorists?"

That explanation was probably just a cover story, since nobody would really know how to explain the sky going dark in the afternoon and buildings attempting to fall on people... The government couldn't replicate the spirits of the dead either, and they were probably just as clueless as everyone else...

Luke just wanted to change the subject now, "Travis is here too!"

Flora was also concerned for the talking animal, "Really? Can we see him?"

Luke wasn't sure how to tell Flora about the professor's depleting sanity over her injuries, so he tried to distract her for a while, "I guess it's all right, but Travis lost his eye, so try not to scream when you see him."

Flora shrieked in fear immediately after hearing that, "EEEEEK!"

The duo went to Bed T-19, where Travis was supposed to be sleeping in. The doctors didn't know what to do with a talking animal, other than what he told them to do. They were not veterinarians, and were not used to non-human patients. Travis told them to just 'tranq him', so the most probable way to treat him was morphine. Yep, lots and lots of morphine...

When the duo saw Travis, he looked intoxicated out of his mind. Travis started singing some random song, "Soooooometiiiiiimes, I feeeeell so very, very, happieeeeeeeee, and soooooometiiiiiimes, I wannaaaaaaaa criiiieeeeeiiiiieeeeeiiiiiiiyaaaaaaa!"

Luke and Flora just stared silently with their mouths wide open... Travis noticed the duo, but was still very mentally impaired by the amount of morphine in his body, "H-heeeeeyyyy! There's my... my maaaaan! And, the... the, uh, offfferrr one, with the eyes that are soooooo huuuuuuuuge and raiooooooound and..."

Before Travis could finish his sentence, he immediately vomited all over the ground, while Luke and Flora covered their eyes...

As I typed earlier, you can answer the puzzle in the review section, if you want to. I realize that I didn't put many puzzles in this story at all, and focused more on the story instead... Hopefully, if this story is good enough, I would make at least two more, and add more puzzles in them! As always, feel free to review!