Luke Triton was starting to worry.

The professor and Emmy hadn't come home from the university and it was dark outside. Usually when they worked late one of them would call. His stomach rumbled and he sighed, he was going to have to go find them.

The walk to the university was fast and immediately Luke saw the Laytonmobile in the parking lot, but the feeling in his stomach. As he walked up the stairs he saw a very familiar object laying on the ground. The professor's hat.

Luke trotted over to it and picked it up, wiping the dirt off it. He looked around and in the bushes was Emmys camera bag.

Luke frowned. Something was wrong.

He started to run.

Emmy shivered against him and her light snores stopped. "Professor, you should get some sleep." She said.

He ran a hand through her tangled hair. "I am unable to sleep, my dear. How are you feeling?"

She shook her head and buried her face into his shoulder. Her forehead was hot against his chin, she was getting an infection. "I'm okay." She said with her brave face. "Do you think Luke is okay?"

"I'm sure he is, he is a smart boy." He reassured, praying the boy has caught on that they were in trouble.

The door burst open again and they were ripped apart by the thugs before they were able to react.

They were dragged down a hallway into a large sitting room that was filled with bright lights. "I trust that you slept well." Said Descole with a bright smile. The thugs held them tightly as they adjusted to the brightness.

"What do you want from us, Descole?" Asked Professor Layton when he could finally see.

"Ambrosia!" He yelled. "You ruined what I loved, now I shall ruin what you love."

He forcefully grabbed Emmy's jaw and pressed his lips forcefully to hers who struggled against his grasp, her legs bounded.

"Stop! Please!" Cried Layton. "This is between us! Leave her alone!"

Descole ignored him, his attention only on his assistant. His fingers reaching up under her yellow jacket, under the white shirt to her skin. "You are so beautiful, Ms. Altava."

Ever the spitfire that Emmy was, she spat in his face. He froze only to slowly wipe away the spit, before landing a slap across her face forcing her to almost spin completely around. Layton cried out her name and fought against his holds as she looked at the masked man with malice.

Descole laughed and wandered to the professor. "She is like a wild stallion." he said before leaning in and whispering in his ear. "Who just needs to be … broken." Professor Layton, for a brief moment panicked.
"I've always loved a challenge."

"Please, just let her go." He pleaded as he watched Descole zero in on her. Even though his body hurt, his heart hurt the most, she didn't deserve this abuse. "I will do anything you want me to, just let her go."

Descole threw his head back and laughed and motioned for his bindings be released. "Anything?"

"Yes! Please." The professor said.

Emmy fought against her bindings. "I'm not leaving you, professor." She said and he knew that she would never leave him, but he had to try. There was something off about Descole that he couldn't place. The madness had taken over.

"Tie him up, then take her to the guest room. I'm going to have a little talk with the Professor. Rough her up a little bit, teach her to behave." Descole said and the grunts picked her up dragging her from the room as she fought against them. Professor Layton took a step towards her before he was shoved into the chair and a gun held to his face. "Have a seat, Professor."

He held his breath as he heard Emmy struggle against the grasp of her captors, roaring angrily down the hallway followed by a door slam, suddenly silence surrounded him. She was gone. He could feel the panic bubble inside of him, his mind racing on ways to get out of this.

Descole paced around him. Patiently the Professor waited for him to speak, not wanting to upset him into doing something brash. Descole stopped and place his hands on the back of his chair before talking into his ear. "Do you know what you did to me?"

"My educated guess was that I figured out the missing part to complete the raising Ambrosia?" He answered, the ties that held his hands together started to dig into his wrists.

"YOU RUINED EVERYTHING." He yelled. "My whole life was dedicated to finding and restoring Ambrosia. I'm going to ruin you." He turned and flipped on a TV screen.