Layton opened his eyes. He felt like he was floating around in a heavenly slumber, except he was wide awake and hurting. The pain was unbearable. Layton felt like he had just been pumped up on novocaine, his face was completely numb and he certainly felt high. Why he was asleep he didn't know, the last thing he remembered before the pain was a quick hook to the face coming from a shadowy figure. Said shadowy figure looked a lot like his nemesis, Don Paolo. It couldn't have been Don Paolo though; Layton had gotten rid of him before. Layton laid back down, he would rest for another while, until the pain subsided. Then he would strike.