Professor Layton and Luke sat on a sofa in the former's office. The various books and artifacts were all placed neatly on the various shelves surrounding the two. Luke held up a tea pot, and Layton gestured for Luke to fill his now empty tea cup. The tea was poured in.
"Did you say "witches", Professor?" Luke asked.
"That's right. People in the Middle Ages very much believed in their existence." Layton responded. "That is the reason why they had "witch trials". Do you see?"
"Witch trials?" Luke questioned in confusion.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed in the window behind Luke, causing him to jump a bit. The cloudy night sky began to drizzle, quickly becoming a full-fledged storm. Luke turned around and gazed in awe at the magnificent sights of the outside.
"Did witches... really exist in those days?" he questioned.
Down in the alleyways of London, just out of the two's view, the girl from the accident ran swiftly through the rain, covering herself with her hood, and taking every opportunity to shelter herself with a rooftop.
Layton walked over to the window, looked at Luke, then put his hand on his shoulder. "Well, my boy, witch trials certainly existed, although nobody ever truly used magic." he explained. "Witches were nothing more that superstition and legend."
He then turned his attention to the sky, focusing his attention onto a plane high above the clouds. It braved the stormy winds and waters, nearly arriving at its destination. Inside the plane, Maya gazed out the window, admiring the skyline with fascination.
"Wow! Look! It's really London!" she exclaimed. "C'mon, Nick! Take a look!"
Phoenix sat in the aisle seat next to Maya, resting with a facial mask in the seat's "reclined" position. He pulled up his mask with a groan. "I know you're excited Maya, but can't a guy get a few last Z's in?" he complained.
"This is no time to be sleeping!" Maya protested. "You won't win in an English court of law with that attitude!"
"This trip is just an exchange visit courtesy of the Legal League of Attorneys." Phoenix explained. "I won't be defending in court officially." Phoenix put his mask back on and laid down once again.
"Aww..." sighed Maya. "Well, that's no fun." She sat back down, but suddenly, a devious look crossed her face. She reached over the armrest to Phoenix's face, and gripped the mask he was wearing. Her hands pulled the mask back as far as it could stretch the elastic of the straps, and then they let go.
Phoenix rose quickly up and screamed soft muffled screams, rubbing his face from the pain caused by the slap.
"You know you're always at your best when working under pressure." Maya comforted. "But who can say how things would go over here?"
Phoenix once again attempted to put his mask on and lay down peacefully. "I wish you wouldn't talk like that..." he said. "You'll only jinx the whole thing."
Meanwhile above the plane, one of the figures from the chase flew past. It rushed by various locations across London, searching for the girl.