A/N: There are spoilers for the third (Claire, Clive, and Dimitri) and fifth (Azran) games! Read at your own risk!

Chapter 1

We were enjoying some tea when Emmy came bursting in. It startled Luke so badly that his tea went flying across the room. It just happened to land on my lap, burning my crotch. "Ow! Luke!" I narrowed my eyes.

"Sorry, Professor!" he apologised.

I looked at Emmy. Her shirt was partly missing, showing part of her chest. Her face was lifeless. She was covered in scratches head to toe. My immediate reaction was to cover Luke's eyes. "Luke, don't look!" I rushed over to him, covering up his eyes.

"Uh!" he gasped. "Why? I wasn't looking!"

"It's not right to look at a woman without a shirt on."

"They beat me up…" she said with almost no emotion in her voice. Her monotone voice scared me.

"Who beat you up?" I blinked.

"Emmy, you kick arse!"

"Watch your mouth, Luke," I warned.

"No, Professor, he's right… I should have been able to beat them up, but they were too strong for me… One of them had a sword, and of course, I know nothing of sword fighting…" I took my jacket off and handed it to her. She put it on.

"Luke… could you be a gentleman and please leave the room?" I asked.

"Yes, Professor." He nodded and walked off.

"Who attack you?" I probed.

"Some people that wanted my necklace…" She wrapped her hand around something that was on her neck, taking it off. I immediately gasped when I saw it. Descole! I bet Descole wanted it! "My mother gave it to me before she died." She looked at the ground. "I don't get why they want it… I've seen these for sale in shops before."

"Emmy."

"What?"

"Do you not know what this is?"

"No." She looked at me curiously. "What is it?"

"It's Azran, Emmy…I never thought I would see one for myself!"

"Randall!" Luke's voice said in the background. I sighed and chuckled slightly. I knew the whole time he was eavesdropping.

"Luke… I guess you can come out." Before he could walk towards us, there was a knock on the door. "Hmm?" I walked over towards the door. Opening it, I noticed that it was Rosa. "Hello Rosa," I greeted.

"Hello, Rosa!" Luke and Emmy greeted.

"You have some mail!" she stated happily.

"Oh, thank you Rosa." I smiled. "Would you like to have some tea?"

"Oh no thank you, Hershel… but I can't stay. I have some business to take care of." She looked at Emmy. "How come she has your jacket it on?"

"That's private, Rosa." I could sense a blush on Emmy's face.

"I see!" She winked. "I got to go. Goodbye, everyone! Nice seeing you!"

"Goodbye, ma'am!" Luke said cheerfully while waving.

"Goodbye, Rosa!" Emmy said. By then Rosa, had already started turning around. I shut the door and turned around. I opened the letter to see that there were blood splotches on it.

Luke shuddered slightly, stepping back. "P-professor… W-what is-is that?" he stuttered.

"It-it's a letter…" I replied grimly.

"It's covered in blood, Professor!" Emmy shrieked slightly.

I read it aloud. "D… Prof… Lay…on,

It's… Clive… been released… behaviour… I have been doing… and I promise to stick to it… for over six years… atone for my crimes? …pay back.

Sadly… I was kidnapped and beaten… yellow-jacketed wo… saved me… beat her up as well.

Prof… I should not even… If they found out… they might kidnap… walk the streets…

…men are! Please…

Please rescue me…

Sig…

Clive

P.S… Carnaby Street."

"I think I understood, Professor!"

I ogled Emmy. "Em-Emmy… is that why you look this way?" I asked.

"Yes… Professor. I tried to save him, but they got a hold of me as well." She stared at the ground. "So, his name is Clive…?"

"Yes. Clive is a man, or when I met him, he was a boy. A time machine in the apartment next to where he lived and exploded, killing both of his parents. He wanted to go back into the flat to save his parents, however; I stopped him and slapped some sense into him. He built a 'future London' underneath the real London. It was fairly convincing, but I knew all along that it wasn't real. Anyway, he hired Dimitri Allen, so that he could continue his research on the time machine…" I felt uneasy talking about what happened, because of Claire. "I'll talk about it more later." I gulped.

"Wow…" Emmy gasped, her jaw dropped.

"I know…" Luke nodded.

"Emmy… let's get you cleaned off. I should have some spare clothes in my room. You're free to my bath, if you want."

"I was just about to ask that, Professor," Emmy giggled slightly. "All right, then." She walked off.

"I guess I'll change clothes." I shrugged, remembering that I still had tea spilt on me.

After I changed my clothes, I made my way into the kitchen to pour some more tea. As I passed the bathroom, I couldn't hear any splashing. "Odd…" I shrugged and walked back to the living room. Luke was staring out the window, watching some people walking their dogs. "Hello, Luke."

"Oh. Hello Professor." He turned around and looked at me. I put my hand on my chin without thinking. "What's wrong?"

"I don't think Emmy's taking a bath, Luke. Maybe there's something wrong."

"Maybe so…" he pondered.

"She was severely beaten. I'm going to check on her."

"But Professor, you said gentlemen aren't supposed to go into a loo with a woman taking a bath! Unless they have to go really badly…"

"I know what I said Luke. But like I said before, I don't think she's actually bathing." He looked at me with his mouth agape. "Luke, if she's truly taking a bath, then I'll leave the room. All right?"

"All right, if you say so, Professor."

I walked up to the bathroom door, knocking on it. "Come in, Professor… it's not locked." I slowly opened the door, to see that her face and eyes were red. She must have been crying the whole time. She was only in her lingerie.

I blushed at this. I turned around. "Emmy, are you okay?" I asked.

"Professor…"

"I'm sorry Emmy, I can't help but to ask that… it's what gentlemen do. What's wrong, Emmy?"

"Professor… I-I'm wondering if they were after my amulet?"

"Could be," I pondered. "Emmy, could it have been any of our 'rivals'?"

"I didn't recognise them, Professor…"

"Hmm." Amulet. Clive. Emmy. What do these have in common? "Emmy, are you not telling me something?"

"Hmph! Why would I do that?" she barked.

"Emily Altava. Please don't lie to me. I can see through your lies. You are not telling me something."

"Fine," she sighed. "Professor, I know Clive. We were friends, Professor. When I attempted to help him fight off those men, he didn't recognise me. Maybe it's because it's gone insane. Oh yes…"

"What?" I daren't turn around, although I was tempted to.

"He was… coughing up blood and puss. Professor, I think he was sick. I think that's why the letter is covered in blood."

"I see."

Brief flashback

Approx. 16 years ago

"How do you like your bath, Claire?" I asked her. She was covered in bubbles head-to-toe.

She giggled. "Love it, Hershel. Bubbles are nice."

"I'm glad you like it." I smiled.

"Why don't you join me?" she asked.

"What?" I was taken aback.

"Ha! Your face," she giggled some more. "I'm kidding, Hershel." She moved up a little bit, stealing my hat off my head.

Present

"Earth to Professor…"

"Oh? Huh?" I blinked to keep a tear from falling down my face. "What were you saying?"

"I was talking about Clive when he was young! Were you not listening? What's wrong?"

"Just thinking about someone I knew, Emmy." I tried my best to not sound sad. "Anyway, you should take a bath now. The water's getting cold." I took a step forward.

"You're right, Professor." I heard her get up and go into the water. "Go," she commanded.

"R-right." I nodded, trying not to think about Claire. I opened and closed the door quickly. I made my way to the living room, sitting down to watch TV.

Luke was sitting there, quietly. "What's wrong, Professor?" he asked.

"It-it's Claire… Luke. That's all."

"Oh, Professor… you're going to make me cry."

"I know you miss Flora, but she's doing something she loves. She said she would come as soon as she can. I miss her too, Luke." I was glad she chose Oxford. It was one of the best in the country. "She also told us that we can visit her in Oxford."

"That makes me feel better." He smiled.

"That's good. I have to go to work soon. Luke, you take care of Emmy for me, all right?"

"All right, Professor!" he agreed.

"Goodbye, Luke." I grabbed my coat and opened the door.

"Goodbye, Professor." He walked up to the door. I turned around and we both waved at each other.

A/N: So yeah… I figured that he might still be sad from losing Claire. I know I would be too if something similar happened to me.