I returned home a seven days later. Mum decided to stay in Spain with her knew Spanish boyfriend. Honestly, it was dads funeral 7 days ago! Couldn't she wait a bit? Apparently not. Although, she has been known for her string of affairs.

I when home instantly, gutted that Clive hadn't left a note, or any messages on the answering machine. I was dying to complain about mum, and here about his grand opening.

Mable wasn't in. Which was weird. But when I went into the kitchen, I saw all the grocery shopping was done, so maybe she was out for a walk. I decided to go for one as well, to clear my head, and try to figure out what this nagging thought was in the back of my head.

As I walked along the street, nodding to passers-by, I decided to by a newspaper. Maybe shed some light on this bad feeling of mine.

I walked into the newsagents, scanning the newspapers.

I noticed a headline.

Dove of peace?

I frowned, and grabbed it, reading the story.

Clive Dove, 23, was arrested last night for attempting to destroy London. The man constructed a fake "future London," pretending to be an older Luke Triton. He sent a letter to Professor Layton, asking him to visit the clock shop on Midland road, saying it was a time machine. Dove constructed a giant fortress, which burst through the ground, destroying many people's home, leaving them homeless. Lucky, by some miracle, nobody was killed, but several people were injured and receiving hospital treatment. Dove claimed to be getting revenge for the premature death of his parents 10 years ago. This statement is true; however, the fake London didn't fool Professor Layton, who managed to put a stop to Dove before London was destroyed. When interviewed, Layton said-

I dropped the newspaper. My hands shook even more than when I read the letter about my father's death. This wasn't true. It couldn't be true.

I ran out the shop, ignoring the people who cursed as I banged into them. I remember Clive took me for a walk, and pointed out where the Professor lived. I could remember it, and that was where I was heading right now.

I found the house. I neat little semi-detached flat. I ran up the stairs to the fourth floor. Number 23. That was the one Layton lived in, according to Clive.

I banged on the door, smacking it so hard I was afraid the wood would break in half.

"LAYTON!" I screamed, smacking the door with all my might, "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BOYFRIEND?"

I didn't stop hitting the door until I heard somebody open it.

It was Layton of course.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Miss, but would you like to come in and explain?"

I growled, and stormed past him into his flat.

He was going to be the one to explain.