Hello. I know that I have not updated this story in several months, but this story is still alive! School has just been a bigger priority.

A week had passed since Clive had woken briefly in his room, but now his senses were coming back to him. The blinding sun light from the gap in the curtains became a great alarm for him.

But the curtains had always been on the other side of the room before? Clive then realised that he had been moved up some floors, so he wouldn't try to escape from his window like last time.

Groaning, Clive sat up to find that most of his wounds had healed. There were scars on his fingers, but most of the burn marks and bits were gone. To just check that he was fully in health he stood up to check out his new bedroom. His first thought was that it was not too bad. Only the fine details of it being a bit smaller and there wasn't a set of chains by his bed, actually made him happy.

From the room being moved up some floor, Clive decided to see what his new view of London looked like. Stepping out on to the balcony showed a small London with minute people walking around. He was too high to see any details.

Closing his eyes and breathing in the fresh air that he never though he would smell again, Clive was at peace. He exhaled and heard his new bedroom door close softly. Turning round slowly, Clive saw his new visitor and frowned.

'You liking your new view? I chose the room myself, knowing how you would love to see my London at a great height.'

Clive turned his back on Layton and peered down over the balcony.

'Well for starters the view is terrible for I am too high up.' Clive then sharply turned round at glared at Layton. 'I want to know what you have done with Luke.'

Layton laughter a little and shook his head.

'I hoped you liked the little taster of the basement.' Clive flinched at the word basement. 'But you will have to wait to see my little Luke. I was only checking to see if you were awake right now. Seeing that you are I will now carry on with my day. I will check on you later, son.'

Layton swiftly left the room. A little click was heard after he had shut the door.

Clive, not getting his answer, had run after Layton, only to find that the door was locked.

'I am still not your son and you will tell me and show me Luke. NOW.'

Clive slumped against the door exhausted. All he wanted was for Luke to be safe.

Layton glided in to his office in anticipation for his meeting with Descole. After half an hour the man himself had stomped into the office.

'A gentleman is never late.'

Descole gave Layton a death stair.

'I'm still clearing up you mess at the resistance. They demand more information, due to what that imbecile triton keeps saying about me.'

'What is he saying?'

Descole slumped down into a chair.

'Egh he keeps going on about how I'm not actually bringing any information to the resistance and how I should have a plan by now on getting his son back. He knows I'm up to something.' Layton raised an eyebrow. But Descole was not done yet. 'But of course I can't do anything right now because I'm sorting out what happened at the warehouse. Do you know what happened to the remaining four people?'

Layton just sat there and smiled innocently at the man. 'No'

In Layton mind he had a flash back. His trolls had captured some prisoners of the warehouse trick.

'Now tell me where your lair is for the resistance.'

The fire place had casted shadows on to Layton and the four captives could only make out his outline. They were petrified.

'Nnnn never.' One of them stammered.

Layton just sighed. He had no use for these fools if they would not tell him where Emmy's gang was. He thought that their only use would be to be his sons first victims in his new state. Layton rang a little bell and a boy stepped out of one of the blackened corners.

'Luke I want you to show these people to their death beds.' The boy stepped forwards so the victims could see the face of the boy they were trying to save. He looked hungry for blood. 'Don't kill them in here boy. This is an expensive carpet and blood is a devil to clean out of it. I've just managed to get Clive's out of it.'

Layton chuckled as Luke advanced towards the group of shaking people. He escorted them out of the room.

Layton sat down at his desk and drank his tea happily to the sounds of screaming. When the screams had stopped he was not too happy to see that some blood had leaked underneath door and soaked in to his carpet. He knew that it was a great idea at the time to get the crimson carpet, because it meant that blood stains didn't show up too well on it.

Layton sat their smiling happily with himself and his memories. He had failed to listen about what Descole was on about.

'...and that's why Emmy can't trust me anymore.'

Layton discarded any of his memories now.

'What did you say? We need... I need Emmy to trust you in order to get all of her information.'

'Well she needs more information to trust me. It all tritons fault.'

Layton leaned back in his chair.

'Well if you invite Clark here, he will get his information.' Layton laughed darkly. 'You can tell everyone at Emmy's end that you have seen Luke and he is fine. Also I wouldn't remind them of the warehouse information, because that may make them distrust you more. But do tell Clark to come to me and we can have a final chat.'

'Hmm, what about his wife? And how is Luke? I haven't seen him since, well you know.'

Layton let out a small smirk.

'Brenda will most likely worry herself into madness, so don't worry about her. If she becomes a problem I can dispose of her as well. Luke is fine. He is at the moment training with crow. He will soon take over the whole nasty, fun business of keeping everyone in order. I may treat him to some goes at controlling the basement, but that is my past time.'

Descole smiled and raised an eyebrow.

'Past time? Hmp I thought that your past time was talking to me and trying to control your sons.'

'That's where you are wrong. Now go back and tell Clark of his appointment with me. Just tell him some lie to get him here.'

Layton stood up and swiftly walked over to the door.

'What about more information. I need to get Emmy's trust.'

Layton stopped and spoke with his back to the man.

'Just sort out one problem at a time. Get Clark here and sort out Emmy later.'

Putting his hand on the door knob someone grabbed Layton's shoulder and turned him around. Immediately Layton hit the person in the stomach. The person, Descole, fell to the ground wheezing.

'No Layton. I need information now.'

Layton walked to his desk and withdrew a walking stick.

'I believe that you are forgetting who is in charge here, Descole. Let me remind you.' He hit Descole in the back, so the man would fell on to his front. 'I don't like repeating myself. And I have given you,' smack, 'a lot of information. Now, GO. GET CLARK. OR. YOU. WILL. END. UP. IN. THE. BASEMENT. AND. NEVER. COME. OUT. AGAIN. ALIVE.' Every syllable of the sentence, Layton smacked Descole. Now the man was flat against the floor breathing heavily and slightly coughing up blood.

'I trust you won't disobey me Descole.'

With that Layton walked out of the office. Leaving the man to struggle, weakly to get up off the floor.

Emmy sat at her desk with her head in her hands. This was the first time in a week that she had let Descole out of base to spy on Layton. It's not like she didn't trust him, it was more of the arguments that Clark kept making.

Was he correct in saying that Descole was only telling us what we already know?

There was a knock at Emmy's door and she looked up expectantly, but no one came in.

'Come in.' She sighed. 'But if it's you Clark I don't want another discussion about Descole.'

The door opened slightly and flora timidly walked in.

'Hi Emmy. I know that I'm not really wanted here and I have come to apologise. Sorry.'

Emmy sighed and gestured for flora to sit in the chair in front of her desk.

'It was a lot of effort for us and Clive in getting you abroad. I don't doubt that he has been punished for it. But I have got a team looking out for Layton's trolls abroad, and if you were correct in saying that they are out their looking for you, then you were right in coming back to the resistance.'

Flora cheered up at the fact that she was not entirely unwanted.

'I can make myself useful! I'm going to the hospital ward to learn on how to be a nurse. The kitchens kicked me out.'

Emmy for told the kitchens on floras bad cooking skills, but they didn't listen. Now flora was banned for being five metres near the kitchen.

'The hospital may be a better place for you, but remember the sick people are not like the robots in your village that you grew up in.'

Floras cheeks grew red, for the first time that she had met Emmy, she had accidentally caused Emmy to fall off her bike. She then thought of the best way to fix Emmy was to put some oil on to the cuts. Luckily Emmy had stopped her.

'Have you found the missing people yet?'

Emmy was caught off guard by the quiet question.

'Uh, no. No we haven't. I bet Hershel has them.'

'You still like the professor don't you?'

Emmy looked down sadly. She still believed that the man could change back. That her Hershel was still in the shell of the man that was dictating England. She missed the good times with him, but as soon as he started to deal with the black market more, her trust was starting to fade. It when she realised that it was him who killed the prime minister and the royal family, she knew she had to leave.

She had done it in the dead of night. Clive had been awake and tried to stop her. She told Clive everything and tried to persuade him to come with her, but he refused, saying that he needed to look after Luke and flora. Emmy had then tipped off the boy by saying for him to look in Hershel's office to see what the man was up to.

Emmy didn't know if Clive had taken her advice. She trusted the boy, especially through the months of Hershel becoming a changed man. The things he did in those months, she will never forget.

'I liked the man he used to be. I don't know if that man, my Hershel, will ever come back to me.'

Flora got up and hugged Emmy. Knowing the pain she was feeling.

A bell went off in the distance.

Emmy pulled flora off her and went to the door. As she went, she said in a monotone voice. 'I best be off. Have fun in the hospital ward.'