Author: Soo it's time to put on some sad music.. it's going to get quiet dramatic...

"Oh... what is that?"

Remi still stood there in the rain and thought about the weird meeting with Hershel: During that, she picked the fake Mustache, which the professor wore, up and saw that something was attached to it. A little strip of Paper was stuck on the reverse of the beard. It said:

'In needs, call me : Flora'

"Who's Flora? And is this her Phone number?",

Remi though out loud. This was plainly weird, but something told her that she should call the strange girl. She gazed around, making sure that there was no-one who could listen to the conversation. After that she tipped the number in, as big, single raindrops landed on her little cellphone.

"Flora?"

Luke placed his Hand on her petite shoulder, while he looked deep in her eyes. Helpless, he tried to wake her up from her shock state, but then her white phone started to ring.

"Don't move, Dear."

As if she heard him...
Luke shook his head after her response, while he walked away, to the desk in the gear. The Phone was still ringing aggressively, what made him rush over:

"Hello?"

The Display showed: unknown number and a female voice talked back to him:

"Hello, May I speak to ...Flora?"

"Are you a friend of her? Because I don't know you."

Remi searched the reason why she really called the Girl and remembered the Professor's name:

"No, I'm not. But maybe you know a certain Professor Layton, who passed out in my arms around 20 minutes ago. I just want to tell her what exactly happened."

Luke's mind went blank. His glimpse was empty, he didn't even blinked, while he walked to Flora and handed her the phone, open-mouthed.

"Hello, Flora on the Phone."

"Hi. I'm so sorry that I disturb you so late in the evening, but I think its important."

"Yes?"

"I've found your message behind the Professor fake Beard and I think he needs you. He past out a while ago, with an sprained ankle."

"What?...?"

Flora didn't respire anymore. The only thing she thought now, was that he was in danger, or even that he's maybe laying somewhere dead. But then she realized that there was no time for thinking, she had to react.

"Okay.. what did he told you? Was he fine afterwards?"

"Yes, he was fine. And he ran to the bridgery street."

She raised an eyebrow:

"With an sprained ankle?"

"Exactly what I thought. Bet he has enough adrenaline in his body, with the result that he doesn't feel any pain. Then he muttered something about: I'll save you."

"Oh, now I know why. Thank you so much. Where are you now Miss?"

"I'm in the Park, Oh, and I'm Remi Altava."

Flora giggled quietly and added at the end:

"Okay, Remi. Luke and I'll come to you. Hope we'll find the Professor... healthy.

"Welcome back, Layton!"

"hu?"

Hershel rubbed his temple carefully. It felt like an terrible headache, but why did he lost consciousness?
Everything was so weird around him: sooner than he thought, he found out why: He was losing much Blood. His Hands were bleeding madly. Somehow he cut himself, or was it rather: someone cut him?
The brown shorts, he wore, were covered with Blood, so was his green shirt. But that was too much Blood, he must be injured somewhere else too!

"My.. Foot."

Hershel tried to say: all what came out where some barely understandable noises. His Voice was trembling too hard.

"Finally, you feel Pain!"

The Man in black said, who stood in the shadow. He was the one, who harmed him!

Both of them were in a similar chamber like Claire was. It had a wet, dark ground, no windows and hardly any light. The Professor guessed that he was located in another room; behind one of the hundred Doors.

"Where's Claire?"

Hershel questioned, still very weak.

"Do you want to speak with her?"

The Male asked back, chuckling slightly. How could he just tease a man who's broken?

"Where is she?"

Gaining Power, he went more and more aggressive, angry and concerned...
Laughs came from the corner, then... the Man stepped out of the gloomy atmosphere. He showed his Face:

"Ben?"

Hershel couldn't believe it. Why should he do such a thing ? He didn't even knew him! And the thought that Flora went out with Ben made him shiver inside.

"Here..."

"Hershel?"

Ben threw him a machine before his feet. It resembled a walkie-talkie and had a huge aerial.
Claire's voice was shaking, but relieved to know that Hershel's still alive...

"Flora?"

Remi saw the girl, holding the hand of a young man in blue. When Luke heard her scream from the meadow, he started to run towards her, with Flora in tow.

"Yes, here we are. Please tell us in which direction the Professor ran!"

Flora was out of puff as she arrived Remi in the pouring rain. In contrast to Luke and Remi, she wasn't excited or furious at all. No, she was rather scared of the whole thing.

"He went to the south of the meadow.. let's go. Flora? Take my arm."

She offered her arm to help her walk. Her foot was still injured from the shard. That's why she only had one shoe on, the bandage was too thick to wear in a shoe.

"Okay... we're in an impasse. What now?"

Luke asked. Remi placed her thumb and index finger on her chin, thinking intensively.

"It's a another Puzzle. Look."

Flora saw the little spot, which was sticking out of the wall. She pressed the quadratic portion from the wall and the white door appeared again, which wanted the same code to be opened.

"six, nine, three, seven, two."

Remi tipped the right code in, right away.

"Open Sesame!"

Luke said, sarcastically, while he moved into the entrance, fallowed by Flora and Remi.

"Good God. There are thousands of Rooms in this gear. It could last hours till we find them. If they are here.."

Flora added, after she saw the endless hall. The three of them were hopeless...

"Claire? I'm so sorry..."

Hershel's heart broke, as he heard her crying at the huge phone. He thought that it was his fault: she was crying because he wasn't there to protect her. He broke his promise.

"Hershel, are you okay? Please, tell me that you're fine!"

She managed to say between her anxiety and amid tears.

"I don't know. I'm bleeding..."

"He has … about two hours to live, before he bleeds to death."

Ben said emotionless to Claire, while he took a look on his watch. Hershel only looked in his eyes: they showed hate, indifference and coldness. What did he do to him, that makes him hate the Professor? He was about to kill him, if he wouldn't help him.

"I'm going to die?"

Ben kneeled down to Hershel and responded tough:

"Yes, you are. But hey, you had it all!"

This was ridiculous! How in earth should Ben know what he all had in his life? They only greeted each other once.. not more.

"Okay, I'm willing to die. The only thing you have to promise me is.."

Hershel looked down to his big wound on his foot and over his hands. As soon as he found his voice again he added with a tear:

"that, Claire's going to be rescued and unharmed."

Ben merely shook his head, smiling.

"Hershel? No! Don't!"

Claire was still on the phone. She heard everything. The man, who was in her chamber let her suffer more, by letting her know what's going to happen.

"Claire.. I have no choice. I.."

Then, suddenly the contact broke. No sound was audible anymore.

"Move! Move!"

The Man in Claire's room yelled at her. He grabbed her by the long hair she had and pulled her up harshly.

"Where are you guiding me?"

She said afraid. The dizziness began to get harder again.

"You'll see..uff.."

He had to grab her whole upper body, to carry her to the next chamber. She was still by consciousness, but nearly losing it again.

"Here.. we.. are, Miss!"

Man in black said and threw her to the ground, pushing her face near to the ground.

"Good Job!"

Ben said, who also watched that Hershel couldn't look up. Both of them had not the strength to fight back, they didn't even knew that they were so close to each other. That's because the Men also placed their hands roughly on every ear of them. But then, the men wrenched their heads up, so that their glimpse would meet.
Claire and Hershel were speechless, but the way they looked at each other said everything: relief, anxiety, love, happiness.. between all of that was Pain, what prevails.

"How moving!"

Ben commented, while he clapped in his hands, like he was watching a brilliant film.

"Hershel, You look so pale... what's wr.. shit.."

Claire pressed her petite Hands on his ankle to stop the blood flow. She didn't succeed. It was still bleeding madly.

"You can't stop it so easy. You're Crazy!"

Hershel shook his head in disbelieve and stopped her actions:

"Claire.. I love you."

He said, with a very thin voice.

"You love her.. buhu. Too sad that you'll going to shake gods hands personally."

The men laughed extremely loud.. Claire only cried in his arms. She prayed that this wouldn't be the last time she hears her name from him.

"Remi? Did you heard that? .. There are coming laughs from this room..."


Author's Note: Hope you've liked it again... Please tell me how you feel while you read this chapter... And please also R&R for the sequel.. Thank you for taking the time to read it :)